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The pain was intense. It felt like Yoongi’s head was spitting.
Then he remembers.
He remembers seeing a man wearing Yoongi’s favorite jacket and a black hat with tufts of teal hair sticking out.
He could see himself from the window.
Then suddenly the pain was gone.
Yoongi took a deep breath and regained his bearings. He became aware of the worried voices around him and the hands on his shoulders.
He was close. Jimin was right here. Jimin was hurting.
Standing might not have been the best move, he thinks about it in hindsight. Shaky on his feet, his friends are quick to steady him though.
“Yoongi, Yoongi what happened?”
“Hyung are you ok?”
“Hyung?”
“Can you stand Yoongi?”
He shook off all their questions, focusing on the house across the street, and he knew. Uncut grass, chipped painting, crooked mailbox. He knew. Taking a closer look, the read above the door “The Parks”. Yes. This was the place. This is where Jimin was. Right now. In need of help.
“Guys-“ Yoongi tries but his voice comes out too raspy. Clearing his throat, he tries again a little louder, cutting through their concerned chatter.
“Guys,” He gets their attention “I’m Fine.” He’s not. He’s shaking and sweating and if you look close enough, his pupils are completely dilated. “I’m fine and I know where Jiminie is. Guys I found him.” He’s walking toward the house, steps becoming surer and stronger with each foot he places down. The others look at each other, confused for a second, then look towards Yoongi and the house. Their eyes turn icy as the situation becomes known and they nod to one other as they start to follow Yoongi.
Determination was set in all of their faces. Jimin was theirs. He was already part of the family; he just didn’t know it yet. And no one hurts on of their own. They made a terrifying sight, very well dressed stylish men, tall, with masks and hats to cover their faces. All except Yoongi, he had lost his mask somewhere along the way. Most likely when Jin removed it to inspect the bruise that had formed on his face. It just made Yoongi all the more terrifying though.
His eyes were cold, unforgiving. His mouth set in a straight line, eyebrows furrowed. He held no hesitation in his expression. Nothing was stopping him, he walked calmly across the street, across the sidewalk, and to the door.
There was no pause as Yoongi slammed the door open. The sound was masked by a loud crash in the living room. It was only then that Yoongi paused.
‘Jimin’
Unfamiliar with the house layout, Yoongi ran toward the sound of the noise. Prepared for what he was about to find. Or so he thought.
Seeing something from the perspective of the victim was different from seeing it third person. Being able to actually see all of the damage done, it was sickening. Time seemed to slow down as the group entered the room. Yoongi stopping as soon as he laid eyes on Jimin.
He was on the floor, arms splayed out by his sides. His face was turned away from then but Yoongi could tell he wasn’t conscious. His long sleeved shirt was pulled up, exposing a large bruise across his side before it retreated into his pants line. Yoongi was frozen. Something he had promised himself he wouldn’t do. He could hear static in his ears, but nothing else. They had only been in the room for a second, and only the woman in the opposite doorway had noticed them. She looked at them with wide eyes, just as frozen as Yoongi felt.
Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprising, Namjoon was the first to move. He threw himself at the man who had just thrown a harsh kick to Jimin’s side, but was not fast enough to stop him. Plowing into the man’s side, Namjoon sent him back a few step before taking guard over Jimin’s prone body. Only now taking notice of the 6 strangers in his living room, the man was shocked for a second before taking a swing at Namjoon. He luckily missed and sent himself stumbling to the side.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE?” the man roared “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN THE HOUSE? GET THE HELL OUT.” He started screaming more profanities when Jungkook came forward and landed a solid hit against his cheek that had him reeling. Yoongi shook himself out of his stupor quickly and went to join, vision red. Finally. Finally he can get payback for what his soulmate had been going through for who knows how long. However, as he goes to walk forward, he feels someone stop him. Looking back, he sees Hoseok shake his head and point toward Jimin, who seems to be coming to. A look of worry and desperation crosses Yoongi’s face as an intense feeling of protectiveness wells up inside of him unlike he’s ever felt before.
He's right here.
Jimin is right here. Right now. Close enough to touch.
He looks back at Hoseok to nod, seeing Taehyung run off to the side to confront to woman who was about to join in, and Jin off in the corner who had apparently been recording the scene for proof in case they needed it.
Not taking a second longer, Yoongi turned back to Jimin and was at his side in record time. The boy was even smaller than he remembered. Yoongi was afraid to touch him. His hands fluttered around the boy’s body, close but not making contact, afraid to hurt him. He looked too fragile.
Yoongi almost jumped when he heard a quiet voice.
“Please… please…” Yoongi almost missed the soft words, spoken in such a fearful voice it made his heart clinch. Balling his hands at his side, he composed himself before leaning forward and gently moving the bangs out of the boy’s face and tilting his head upward to get a clear view. He heard the boy moan from pain as he was moved, but Yoongi gently shushed him, making soft words of comfort.
His face was not a pretty sight. I mean it was, his face was perfect, but the damage done to it, plus the smeared blood and sweat, made it quite a sight. Yoongi could still faintly hear the struggling of his friends but his attention was mostly on Jimin.
His cheeks were bruised a multitude of colors, some fading but most new. They still held desperately to the little remaining baby fat he had, making them round and plump, but not too chubby. It was a big contrast compared to the rest of his body. He was too small in every sense. Yoongi remembered how short he was, and he looked even skinner than when Yoongi had first laid eyes on him. Taking his face in his hands, Yoongi gently caressed one of his cheeks with the pad of his thumb. In the process of doing so, though, he smeared the blood that was already trickling down his cheek. His hands shook as he took the sleeve of his jacket to try and wipe the blood away.
He also noticed just how cold the boy felt to the touch. Worry increasing, Yoongi stopped trying to wipe at the blood and instead shed his jacket and carefully draped it around the boy’s small frame. Looking back at his face, Yoongi was startled to see that the boy’s eyes were slightly open. They darted around the room, as if trying to make sense out of that was happening, but the gazed look was all it took to tell Yoongi that he really couldn’t comprehend at the moment.
Noticing a stray tear make its way down Jimin’s cheek, leaving a trail where it washed away the blood, Yoongi leaded down to place his forehead against his, taking note of the slightly raised temperature. Opening his eyes, Yoongi was once again startled to find himself looking into a matching pair. Gone was most of the haziness and in its place was confusion and fear, along with a bit of recognition. Jimin’s brows were furrowed, but Yoongi couldn’t tell if it was from his disorientation or from pain. Their eyes lingered on each other for a moment longer until Yoongi moved to lift himself up. At the sudden movement the boy violently flinched away, trying his hardest to sit up in order to gain distance between himself and Yoongi.
“I-It’s you. The- the one from before.” Jimin stuttered in a small and timid voice, eyes growing wide as recognition dawned on his face. Yoongi replied with a soft smile.
“Yeah, its me.” His fists gripped the jacket that he had laid around Jimin. “Why’d you have to run before?” No. that’s not what he wanted to ask, but the words are out before he could stop himself. Jimin looked taken aback for a moment before a shy smile made its way onto his face, only showing the smallest hint of pain. It made him look years younger.
“Because I’m worthless. I knew you wouldn’t want me and all I do is cause trouble.” That was the most confident Yoongi had ever heard Jimin sound. He said it with no doubt in his voice, no wavering. He believed every word he said. Yoongi’s anger grew. He was furious. But not at Jimin, never at Jimin.
“Why the fuck would you think that?” He knew the answer. “Why wouldn’t I want you? Why would I turn my back on you when you obviously need me? I could tell from the moment I saw you. You didn’t give me a chance to help, it’s not because I didn’t want to. Would I be here right now if I didn’t want you? Would I have spent every second of the last few days looking for you if I didn’t care? Would I have-“
“You were looking for me?” He was cut off from his rant by Jimin’s timid voice, so quiet Yoongi almost didn’t hear. His voice was tinged with something different, something Yoongi hadn’t heard come out of his mouth ever since they met. Hope.
“Yeah” Yoongi replied just as softly, the noises in the background fading away as the two focused solely on each other. “Everyday”
“Did you… could you see…” Jimin wasn’t sure how to word his question but Yoongi instantly understood regardless. He was asking about the soul sharing experiences.
“Yeah, a few times.” Yoongi replied. “I’m sorry Jimin. I’m so sorry.” He wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for, but it felt like the right thing to do. Sorry for the life that you’ve had. Sorry for making it worse with the soul mate mark. Sorry for spying into his life, even if it wasn’t intentional. His hands were still shaking as they continued to softly stroke Jimin’s cheeks. Yoongi couldn’t believe it, he was right here, touching his soulmate. He took in every aspect of the moment.
How soft Jimin’s cheeks were.
How fluffy his hair was.
How beautiful his eyes were.
How perfect he was.
He felt the protectiveness well back up inside of him and looked up to see how his friends were fairing against the man. It seemed like the combined efforts of Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoseok were enough to pin him to the ground, though he did see a pretty nasty bruise forming on Jungkook’s face, matching Yoongi and Jimin’s. The company was not going to be happy about that, but they would understand.
Jimin’s eyes were slipping shut again, and Yoongi wasn’t so sure that that was a good thing.
“Hey” He whispered, lightly tapping the side of Jimin’s face, trying to get him more coherent. He could see the cloudiness misting in his eyes once more. “Hey, Hey Jimin. Come on, stay with me. You’re ok now, you’re safe, just stay awake.” His pleas were becoming frantic as Jimin’s eyes slipped fully shut and his head lulled to the side. Without a second though, Yoongi scooped the boy up off the floor and turned to leave. He needed to get Jimin safe, possibly even to a hospital. Who knew what could be wrong. What if he had internal bleeding? A concussion? Malnutrition? Yoongi suddenly remembered the broken arm, and gently lifted it to rest across Jimin’s stomach. Definitely going to the hospital.
He looked up and made eye contact with Jin, who quickly made his way over to the pair. Coming closer, he gently laid a hand against Jimin’s cheek and felt the heat radiating. With a worried expression on his face he looked up and made eye contact with Yoongi.
“We need to leave. We need to get him somewhere safe. The hospital would be preferable but we wouldn’t be able to stay, people would start asking questions and if they find out who we are there would be paparazzi there in minutes. That’s not a good way to protect Jimin.”
“But his arm…” Yoongi stated, looking down at Jimin who was laying in his arms, head lolling against Yoongi’s chest.
“What about it?” Jin prompted when Yoongi didn’t answer.
“I’m pretty sure its broken. Badly, and what if he has internal injuries? I don’t want to take any chances.” Yoongi said, chewing worriedly on his bottom lip as he pulled Jimin closer.
“We can call a private doctor when we get to the hotel. But we have to go. Now.” Both looked surprised as Namjoon joined the conversation. They looked behind his to where the fighting had been going on, only to find the man out cold. The woman however was still screaming at Taehyung, who was doing his best to restrain her.
“Who the fuck do you people think you are? This is illegal, coming into someone’s house and assaulting them. Who the hell- You’re the brat’s soulmate aren’t you? That bitch doesn’t deserve anyone like you. Who the fuck are you anyway? You’re kinda… familiar…” the screaming lowered in volume until she trailed off, eyes locked with Yoongi’s. He cursed the fact that he had lost his mask.
“You… you’re that rapper for that band… You… she looked around as if seeing them for the first time, her eyes end on Taehyung, the closest to her, and carefully looks at his face, or what’s not covered by his mask. Recognition dawns in her face as her eyes snap back to Yoongi, and to Jimin in his arms.
“His soulmate… M.Y… It’s you. Its Min Yoongi.”