(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Broken

"I.. I am so sorry. I didn't know what to do. He came at me."

"You hit him, hard."

"I didn't mean to hit him so hard."

"Is that his blood on your hand?"

"I think it's mine."

"Is it broken? Your hand."

"It hurts a lot. Is he okay?"

"I can't see his face. He's probably just out."

"What if I killed him?"

"Don't be silly. He's fine."

"How do you know that?"

"Help me turn him on his back. We can figure it out. Is that the right thing to do?"

"I have no idea. I've never knocked somebody out before."

"Honey, help me. Use your good hand."

"What if it's his blood? What if I broke his nose?"

"Try to wipe off the blood, see if it's from you or not."

"Oh God, it's not my blood!"

"Jimin, help me turn him! He's heavy!"

Jimin stumbles back a little, clutching his hand to his chest. "I broke his nose. I broke his nose, I'm so sorry!"

Jungkook's mother sighs. "Focus. I need you to focus. He's an asshole, it's fine."

"You can kill somebody like that! You don't understand." Jimin winces and looks down at his hand again. His knuckles are starting to swell he can tell past the drying crimson on his skin. His heart is still racing now like it's trying to break out of his chest and his eyes are filling with panicky tears. "What did I do?"

"He's breathing, he's not dead. Maybe he shouldn't be pressing a broken nose to the floor, hmm? Lets get him on his back so we can see!"

"Yeah." Jimin mutters. He tries to center his attention on the limp body on the floor and the woman hovering over it. "I'm so sorry."

"Why are you here, Jimin?" She asks, sighing into the still air.

"To stop him from hurting you.. or Jungkook. I'm sorry." Jimin's voice is breaking as he speaks. "I just didn't want you to be alone and Jungkook can't-"

"You shouldn't have come here. Jungkook told you about everything, right? Why would you put yourself in this situation?"

"I love him. I want to keep him safe, and you."

"Where is he?"

"Sleeping."

"Did he know you were doing this?"

"He tried to stop me."

"My husband is not a good man, honey. He could have hurt you. Jungkook knows this, why would he let you come here?"

"He didn't. I made him let me. I pushed for it. Don't blame him."

She lets her knees come down to the floor beside Jungkook's father and her fingers brush away some hair around his face. A stream of blood is soaking into the carpet beneath him. "We should call the police, Jimin. Help me turn him, right now please. Then we're going to call the police."

"I swear I didn't mean to hurt him, he was scaring me. He was angry. He didn't hesitate, he just.. started coming and-"

"He would've hurt you. He was already mad at me. We're claiming self defense. Together." Through the heavy atmosphere and the problem at hand, she smiles as reassuringly as she can manage. "Come here."

"Okay."

They struggle to pull him onto his back for a few moments. The blood is coming slowly from his crooked nose and his bottom lip is cracked, jaw swelling nicely on one side. Jimin stands back and stares down at the mess before him.

"You definitely broke his nose."

"It's really messed up."

"I never would of thought you could deal a punch like that. It's kind of impressive."

Jimin looks at her and cocks his head to the side. "Impressive? This is horrible."

"It could be worse. He deserves that much." She rubs her slender hands together and then wraps her arms around herself. "I should make that call."

"Are they going to arrest me?"

She turns back on her way towards the door to give Jimin another quick smile. "No, they won't. It won't be the first time they've heard of his violent behavior. It'll just be the first time somebody has done something about it."

-///-

The sirens wail from the distance and Jimin perks his tired head up from the arm of the sofa. A cold hand wraps around his own and he looks to see Jungkook's mother beside him.

"They will ask you a ton of questions, just be honest. You didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart."

Her gentle nature shines bright in the dim living room. A heavy knock soon raps at the door and she stands from the sofa to answer it. Two uniformed men come inside and Jimin can feel his stomach twisting at the sight of them.

A game of Q and A drags on for ages and Jimin is growing weary and far passed the point of sleep deprived by the time they finish. Jungkook's father is gone, taken away by ambulance to the nearest hospital to recover.

"He'll wake up in a daze. He won't know why he's in pain at first, but it's going to all come back to him at once." She mutters after the men have been gone for a while. They sit together in the darkened room for a while after the situation cools. "I know I should have waited for him to be sober before I told him about my plan to divorce him, but at least this way he can blame his actions on the booze and not on how shitty of a person he's become."

"You still care about him."

"I always will. Some marriages just don't work."

Suddenly all Jimin wants is Jungkook's arms around him and his lips on his own. He looks at his hand, bandaged up in white. It's going to be hard to hold Jungkook's hand for a while, but why is that the priority thought? He broke a mans nose. He broke Jungkook's fathers nose.

"You're going to have to get that hand checked out by a doctor. It's bruised and swollen." She whispers again. "You did a lot today, Jimin. Why don't you go upstairs and get some rest?"

"Will you be fine by yourself?"

"I'm okay. I'm used to spending my nights alone."

A deep sadness settles in the air surrounding them. Jimin grabs her hand with his intact one and squeezes it gently. "You're a great mother. Jungkook will see that now."

"Jimin, I'm really happy that he found you. Now go sleep."