𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖~ 𝘽𝙏𝙎 𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙐

XXII

Jimin hated it.

Fucking hated Taehyung.

Hated Namjoon.

Hated anyone who let that shit happen to him and Jungkook.

He hadn't even known Namjoon stood there, let alone Yoongi, to watch Taehyung strangle and taunt him with what Jimin went to do out of sympathy.

Nobody fucking has sympathy.

Nobody fucking cared.

And Jungkook was now laying in bed.

Jimin suggested that.

Taehyung had already spent hours draining the blood and cleaning the tiles of the bathroom.

Jimin should have resented Taehyung before.

Should have feared him, he didn't.

Because Taehyung never hurt him prior to this.

But in fairness to Taehyung, it wasn't 'Taehyung' who did the harm.

It was the sadistic altercation that Jimin had forgotten about.

The Mad Hatter.

Because Taehyung was the one who never exceeded past a warning.

He would just apprise Jimin of any wrongdoings.

And he usually stuck to just that. Nothing immensely harmful.

Something as harmless as his hand warily around Jimin's throat.

But Taehyung never held hard and long enough for Jimin to scramble between his livelihood.

And now Jimin found himself unsafe.

But he had nowhere else to go.

So he could not go somewhere safer.

Not that anyone would want him.

He groaned, trembling as he stood beside the shower.

Jungkook was left with shedding blood the other day in that tub.

Jimin, of all places, did not want to be here.

But Jimin needed a wash.

Namjoon was sure to notify him of that.

Jimin locked the bathroom door, shoving open the curtains to check for something behind it.

It was stainless.

Nothing was tinted with red.

Taehyung seemed too good with the cleanup.

Jimin shuffled back. He needed to clear away this occurring terror.

He preferred not to be afraid of Taehyung.

The mental abuse was better.

Jimin stripped, turning the water on.

It was warm, alleviating.

He checked again to ensure that the door was locked.

It was.

He huddled himself into the shower after pulling the handle to shift the water, throwing the shower curtain closed.

He sighed, tucking away within the water.

It was so fucking nice.

Much nicer than whatever the fuck was going on outside of the bathroom.

The repetitive glaze of the warm water had always been one of Jimin's healthy coping mechanisms.

He found it so giving and easy to take his hands through his hair, massaging around to ease at his scalp.