"Get away." Yoongi didn't bother explaining himself, he just pulled Jungkook back from the door and then opened it again, not sure what he was going to see. Jimin was definitely alive, so that was something. He looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone else in the room, then he put his gun away and sat on the bed, carefully undoing the blindfold first of all.
"It's me, Jimin. Just me. I got you."
His hands were shaking and he realised that it was good that he had closed the door, because he didn't have his control around Jimin. It was just gone. He even felt tears springing to his eyes already.
Jimin flinched at the touch, he'd been crying into the blindfold and it was wet to feel but he couldn't help it, he was so scared. Cheon would be back any minute, that's what he told him. God knows how long ago. He just fucked him and left him, his come leaking out and tied to the bed. His arms ached, his body hurt all over and he felt horrified to know that everyone out there would know what an idiot he was. Like Cheon always said, he was such an embarrassment.
He whimpered around the gag and tilted his head back, looking at Yoongi properly for the first time since everything had gone to hell. He was crying for him.
Why? He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. He really never wanted Yoongi to see him like this.
"Shh, it's okay. I got you, Jimin. I got you." Yoongi finally managed to undo the clasp holding the gag in, wincing at how tightly it had been buckled. He wasn't surprised to see the corners of Jimin's mouth bleed. Yoongi set the gag aside on the nightstand and looked at the restraints, pulling out his knife and flicking it open. He so wasn't going to bother with the knots right now.
He cut through the rope, careful not to cut him, immediately gathering his hands in one of his own hands. They were cold. Mustn't have been tied in a way that left room for proper circulation. What an incompetent asshole!
"You are safe now. He won't ever touch you again, Jimin. I promise." He lowered the knife so he could look into Jimin's eyes properly, not sure how to comfort him. "I won't let anyone hurt you."
Jimin's throat was dry and his hands were totally numb, he couldn't even move his arms. He didn't know what to say or do, he was so out of sorts. He just leaned in against Yoongi and rested his forehead against his shoulder, wanting to be close but unable to look him in the eyes. Everything was bad today, he didn't think anyone would come for him - why did he come all this way? How did he know?
This wasn't something Min Yoongi, the head of the Min Clan, would do. It wasn't the man he heard rumours about at all.
This was Suga. His Suga. The soft hearted boy who took care of him. "I want to go home, Suga." He sniffed hard and tears fell onto Yoongi's shirt. "Please. Take me with you. I don't want to be here any more. I just want you."
"I'll take you home," Yoongi promised, looking around for something to put on Jimin and finally just reaching for the covers so he could wrap him up in them, making sure they fit snug. He wanted him to feel saved, not trapped, and so he didn't let go of him. He just really wished he was strong enough to carry him, but that wasn't really an option.
"Do you have any clothes here, Jimin?" He nuzzled the top of his head as he kept his arms around him, trying to figure out what to do next. "We'll get you dressed and then I'll drive you to my place. I have cup noodles, we can share a shrimp one. I still have music to listen to."
"My -- My clothes are there." He nodded his head towards their wardrobe where Cheon kept his stuff, he always picked out what he wore and all of his clothes lately were tight and flashy, he didn't want any of those. "Bottom drawer on the wardrobe, my pyjamas are there." He wanted them. Tae got him those as a gift, they felt safe. God, Tae, he missed Tae so much.
"He was so mad at me. I didn't do anything." He came in furious and beat the hell out of him, went out for a smoke and then came back in and fucked him. He wished he knew what had triggered it. Was it something he fucked up? "I'm sorry."
"Doubt it has anything to do with you, he's just a dick. Don't be sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't shoot him the first time I saw you with him."
Yoongi got up and headed for the wardrobe, opening it so he could look for the pyjamas Jimin wanted. He found them quickly and smiled for a moment. "They are cute." Very Jimin, he liked that. He handed them over to him and then respectfully turned his back, not wanting Jimin to have any more reason to feel uncomfortable. "I came as quickly as I could. I wanted to warn you when I texted you, I have been pressuring Hobi to pull away from the Dark Dragons and maybe that's what set that asshole off. I should have thought of that sooner. See? I'm the one who fucked up."
"You didn't know what he was like. I didn't tell anyone. Then you came and I just got weak. I wanted you." Hearing from Suga again, it made his heart sing and he just wanted him to come and save him. And he had. He guessed Suga wasn't entirely gone, he was just a part of Yoongi. With shaking hands, he pulled on his pyjama pants and then pulled on the shirt, numb fingers on working the buttons well.
"Yoongi-hyung, can you help me please?" He felt stupid for not being able to do them but he couldn't seem to get his fingers to work with him and he didn't have the emotional stability to question why.
"Of course." Yoongi immediately turned around and sat back on the bed so he could start buttoning the shirt, looking into Jimin's eyes as he did so. He couldn't help it, it was like he was drawn to them. He wanted to take all the hurt, all the sadness from them. He would find a way to do it. He would somehow keep from ever hurting him again.
"You are still the hottest guy I've ever seen." Ever since that night in the club. Yoongi smiled a little, reaching up to lightly tug on Jimin's hair. "Are you ready to leave with me?"
"Never like this?" He looked down at himself. He was thinner these days, pale and bruised all over. He had scars he never wanted and he'd lost a lot of his muscle from disuse. He didn't think he was all that hot these days but Cheon always insisted he was. He didn't trust him but strangely, he trusted Yoongi.
With an arm wrapped around Yoongi for stability, he nodded. "Let's go home, I want to be in bed. With you. Please, don't leave me. Not tonight."
"I won't," Yoongi promised, quickly thinking about who was out there and what he could risk. Whatever. This was for Jimin's sake, he would just have to deal with whatever fallout came his way. He got his shades out of his pocket and carefully put them on Jimin, protecting his dignity in the little way he could think of. Then he headed for the door, opening it and keeping Jimin close as he headed down the hallway. "Jungkook, Namjoon, come with me. The others stay here. I want Cheon alive if he shows up."
That should be clear enough. He headed into the elevator, keeping the door open for Jungkook and Namjoon to join, an arm still around Jimin, which was saying a lot. But he just couldn't hand him off to anyone, not even Namjoon. "Can you drive, Namjoon?"
"I'll drive. Kookie, you shotgun, I need a navigator. I still can't work a satnav." He could but he wanted to give them the backseat, they looked like they needed some privacy. Whatever they could afford. He couldn't really see Jimin, he was pretty much curled into Yoongi, head bowed down as he tried to stay close and not look anyone in the eye.
"Got it, boss. I'll help out." Jungkook looked at the kid and debating offering his help to carry Jimin for him but Yoongi had that protective 'no touching' vibe right now. He just decided to send a quick text to Tae.
They ended up in the car and Yoongi barely even thought about it, his attention was entirely focused on Jimin and as soon as they were in the backseat, he coaxed him to curl up against him even more, trying to make him feel safe, to make him feel at home. Luckily Namjoon and him lived in the same building, although he wasn't so sure where he was staying right now.
"Take me home. Then I don't care what you and Kookie do, but you should try to get some decent rest in." He had a feeling that the next few days weren't going to be easy on them.
"Okay, we'll drop you off home and I'll go to Jin's place." He had to give them the space. "I'll take Kookie to get his beauty sleep too."
"Exciting." Jungkook smiled and looked at his phone, glad that Tae and him didn't have a battle on their hands yet. "Eh, Jimin. Sorry, I-- Tae said he loves you. He's excited to see you."
Jimin buried his head against Suga, his tears soaking through Yoongi's shirt as he thought of Tae and how much he missed him. He wanted to hug him, he wanted to be with him, just once more. "Thank you. Tell him I love him too."
He loves you too, he's uhhhh he's not good, tae. he'll be fine but... i'll talk tomorrow, yeah? it's been a lot.
"Shh..." Yoongi wished he knew how he could stop Jimin from crying, but he didn't know. All he could do was hold him and that really didn't feel like enough. "It's not far from here."
Good part of town, obviously. Yoongi had an apartment in a building that belonged to him, which was how Namjoon had one there too. Definitely looked more tasteful than what that asshole Cheon had, but it wasn't anything like the pathetic place he used to take Jimin to. He hoped that was all right with him.
"Hey, I have a puppy." There, that was a happy topic. "You still like puppies, right?"
"I like puppies." Who didn't like puppies? He tried to stop crying, sniffling a little as he wiped his face against Suga and stayed buried against him. He was ruining Suga's shirt, he didn't mean too. He just had so many feelings. "Puppies are nice. I wanted to get a puppy. I was -- I was afraid Cheon would kill it." He was pretty aggressive and angry, he'd heard stories about him killing animals before. He didn't want to risk it.
Wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck, he leaned into him and just enjoyed the safe closeness that Yoongi could give him. "I like cats too. My pyjamas have kitties." Just trying to stay positive. They did have kitties, little calico cats all over them.
"You are my calico cat," Yoongi said it as quietly as he could, while tracing the outline of one of the kittens with his finger, "Maybe we can get a kitty one day. Or another puppy." Yes, whatever, he would just sit here and talk about getting cute pets with the guy who might not even want anything to do with him once the shock wore off, but at least he was calming down for the moment.
"So fluffy. I want them all. I love all animals. I want to cuddle the puppies." Jimin was heavily in shock, weary and tired from everything. As the adrenaline wore down, he was just left with exhaustion. He closed his eyes and leaned heavily against Yoongi. "You're my ... my ... I dunno. Medical. Penicillin. Saving me."
He raised his hand and tentatively stroked Yoongi's hair. "Blue mold."
"You like it? I felt like dyeing it again, so I went for it." Always worth it to make some of the older guard still left scoff and then regret scoffing. He smiled and ran his fingers through Jimin's hair, then shook him a little as they arrived not a minute later.
"You can sleep soon, Jimin. Just have to make it to my place now." He nodded to Jungkook and Namjoon, then opened the door and got out of the car, keeping an arm around Jimin still. He headed right for the entrance, Jimin barely even seemed aware any more. So he said nothing as they headed up to the penthouse, nothing as he unlocked the door and once he'd closed it behind him and Min Holly was jumping up his leg and curiously sniffing on Jimin's, he whispered too.
"That's Jimin. He's a different kind of puppy, I've told you about him." He smiled at Jimin, just to see if he even had any idea what was happening. "All right, how about I get you to bed, then make you some tea and wake you up so you can drink? You need some fluid in you, I've a feeling you're dehydrated."
"I did cry a lot." Jimin wanted to pet the puppy but he couldn't find the energy to bend down, he just clung onto Yoongi and followed him wherever he was being taken. "It smells of you here. I remember the smell. It's the same. I thought it'd be different." But nope, it just smelled comforting and homely. He felt like he belonged here and he wanted that so badly. He didn't think about gangs, Cheon or anything else.
He just focused on the fact that Suga was here. He dropped onto the bed and lay down, letting Min Holly come up and inspect him. He smiled and gave the puppy a quick pet.
"I want to stay forever. Can I? I don't ever want to leave." He was with Yoongi, safe and he didn't have to worry. He was pretty happy.
"If it's up to me, Jimin, you will never leave my side again." Yoongi said it very seriously, looking down at Jimin who was still getting inspected and approved of by Min Holly. "Aw, he likes you."
Honestly, Min Holly liked everyone as far as he could tell, but it was still cute to see. "I'll be right back with you two."
He walked off quickly, starting the kettle and picking out the kind of tea he remembered Jimin liking best. He poured the water in and then added some cold water so he'd be able to drink it faster. After returning, he laid down in bed next to Jimin, who seemed pretty out of it. He put on music, not so coincidentally the same song he'd put on when he had first taken him to his place, and coaxed him into finishing the tea, before finally letting him sleep and falling asleep with him.
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"It's me, Jimin. Just me. I got you."
His hands were shaking and he realised that it was good that he had closed the door, because he didn't have his control around Jimin. It was just gone. He even felt tears springing to his eyes already.
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He whimpered around the gag and tilted his head back, looking at Yoongi properly for the first time since everything had gone to hell. He was crying for him.
Why? He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. He really never wanted Yoongi to see him like this.
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He cut through the rope, careful not to cut him, immediately gathering his hands in one of his own hands. They were cold. Mustn't have been tied in a way that left room for proper circulation. What an incompetent asshole!
"You are safe now. He won't ever touch you again, Jimin. I promise." He lowered the knife so he could look into Jimin's eyes properly, not sure how to comfort him. "I won't let anyone hurt you."
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This wasn't something Min Yoongi, the head of the Min Clan, would do. It wasn't the man he heard rumours about at all.
This was Suga. His Suga. The soft hearted boy who took care of him. "I want to go home, Suga." He sniffed hard and tears fell onto Yoongi's shirt. "Please. Take me with you. I don't want to be here any more. I just want you."
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"Do you have any clothes here, Jimin?" He nuzzled the top of his head as he kept his arms around him, trying to figure out what to do next. "We'll get you dressed and then I'll drive you to my place. I have cup noodles, we can share a shrimp one. I still have music to listen to."
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"He was so mad at me. I didn't do anything." He came in furious and beat the hell out of him, went out for a smoke and then came back in and fucked him. He wished he knew what had triggered it. Was it something he fucked up? "I'm sorry."
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Yoongi got up and headed for the wardrobe, opening it so he could look for the pyjamas Jimin wanted. He found them quickly and smiled for a moment. "They are cute." Very Jimin, he liked that. He handed them over to him and then respectfully turned his back, not wanting Jimin to have any more reason to feel uncomfortable. "I came as quickly as I could. I wanted to warn you when I texted you, I have been pressuring Hobi to pull away from the Dark Dragons and maybe that's what set that asshole off. I should have thought of that sooner. See? I'm the one who fucked up."
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"Yoongi-hyung, can you help me please?" He felt stupid for not being able to do them but he couldn't seem to get his fingers to work with him and he didn't have the emotional stability to question why.
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"You are still the hottest guy I've ever seen." Ever since that night in the club. Yoongi smiled a little, reaching up to lightly tug on Jimin's hair. "Are you ready to leave with me?"
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With an arm wrapped around Yoongi for stability, he nodded. "Let's go home, I want to be in bed. With you. Please, don't leave me. Not tonight."
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That should be clear enough. He headed into the elevator, keeping the door open for Jungkook and Namjoon to join, an arm still around Jimin, which was saying a lot. But he just couldn't hand him off to anyone, not even Namjoon. "Can you drive, Namjoon?"
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"Got it, boss. I'll help out." Jungkook looked at the kid and debating offering his help to carry Jimin for him but Yoongi had that protective 'no touching' vibe right now. He just decided to send a quick text to Tae.
we got jimin. talk tomorrow with deets.
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"Take me home. Then I don't care what you and Kookie do, but you should try to get some decent rest in." He had a feeling that the next few days weren't going to be easy on them.
THANKS!!!!! is he ok? tell him i love him!!!
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"Exciting." Jungkook smiled and looked at his phone, glad that Tae and him didn't have a battle on their hands yet. "Eh, Jimin. Sorry, I-- Tae said he loves you. He's excited to see you."
Jimin buried his head against Suga, his tears soaking through Yoongi's shirt as he thought of Tae and how much he missed him. He wanted to hug him, he wanted to be with him, just once more. "Thank you. Tell him I love him too."
He loves you too, he's
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he's not good, tae. he'll be fine but... i'll talk tomorrow, yeah? it's been a lot.
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take care
ill try to get through to hobi
"Shh..." Yoongi wished he knew how he could stop Jimin from crying, but he didn't know. All he could do was hold him and that really didn't feel like enough. "It's not far from here."
Good part of town, obviously. Yoongi had an apartment in a building that belonged to him, which was how Namjoon had one there too. Definitely looked more tasteful than what that asshole Cheon had, but it wasn't anything like the pathetic place he used to take Jimin to. He hoped that was all right with him.
"Hey, I have a puppy." There, that was a happy topic. "You still like puppies, right?"
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Wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck, he leaned into him and just enjoyed the safe closeness that Yoongi could give him. "I like cats too. My pyjamas have kitties." Just trying to stay positive. They did have kitties, little calico cats all over them.
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He raised his hand and tentatively stroked Yoongi's hair. "Blue mold."
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"You can sleep soon, Jimin. Just have to make it to my place now." He nodded to Jungkook and Namjoon, then opened the door and got out of the car, keeping an arm around Jimin still. He headed right for the entrance, Jimin barely even seemed aware any more. So he said nothing as they headed up to the penthouse, nothing as he unlocked the door and once he'd closed it behind him and Min Holly was jumping up his leg and curiously sniffing on Jimin's, he whispered too.
"That's Jimin. He's a different kind of puppy, I've told you about him." He smiled at Jimin, just to see if he even had any idea what was happening. "All right, how about I get you to bed, then make you some tea and wake you up so you can drink? You need some fluid in you, I've a feeling you're dehydrated."
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He just focused on the fact that Suga was here. He dropped onto the bed and lay down, letting Min Holly come up and inspect him. He smiled and gave the puppy a quick pet.
"I want to stay forever. Can I? I don't ever want to leave." He was with Yoongi, safe and he didn't have to worry. He was pretty happy.
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Honestly, Min Holly liked everyone as far as he could tell, but it was still cute to see. "I'll be right back with you two."
He walked off quickly, starting the kettle and picking out the kind of tea he remembered Jimin liking best. He poured the water in and then added some cold water so he'd be able to drink it faster. After returning, he laid down in bed next to Jimin, who seemed pretty out of it. He put on music, not so coincidentally the same song he'd put on when he had first taken him to his place, and coaxed him into finishing the tea, before finally letting him sleep and falling asleep with him.