𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒 | Yoonminkook

Consequences

I would have recognized that face anywhere.

Lee Junsu, former abuser of Park Jimin.

When I saw him following Jimin outside, I knew exactly what was going on. I yanked Jungkook by the sleeve and took off outside. I gave him the car keys and told him to lock himself inside for safety.

I sprinted off down the sidewalk and skidded the corner to the alley way. Just as I lunged forward, Junsu had already laid his hands on Jimin, and I felt rage flood my veins.

The impact of his head into the pavement wasn't enough to settle my fire. I was slamming my fists into the dips of his cheeks, and jabbed my knee into his gut.

There was no way I could stand around and let this asshole keep doing this.

Jimin wasn't his playtoy, his slut, or even his to begin with.

Between huffs of air and slurred curse words I yelled in anger, I heard the sound of foot steps. The only thing that went through my mind was that Jungkook must have taken Jimin.

I landed a final strike to Junsu's temple, and at the same time, his ring clad fist graced my lower lip. However, after my hit, he was out cold.

I swiped my tongue across my lip, copper stinging at my taste buds. I spat out the blood on my tongue and stood from my knees, and kicked the unconscious body once more for good measure.

"Fuck you," I growled, staring at his bloodied face, "If you ever touch Jimin again, I won't hesitate to kill you."

With that, I walked back to the car.

-

"That was bad, Yoon. Is your lip okay?"

Jungkook cradled my cheek in his palm as he dabbed hydrogen peroxide onto it to clean it, and I winced, hissing through my teeth.

"It's fine. But what hurts is that stuff. Can we please just let it be?"

"No!" Jungkook huffed out, his brows knitted together tightly, "We can't risk an infection, Yoongi! Just as I did for Jimin, I'm doing for you. Now quit being a titty baby."

I squeezed my eyes shut and let Jungkook finish cleaning my busted lip, and I never felt more at ease than when he was finally done.

I glanced over across the bed at Jimin, who lied curled up. There was a large gauze pad covering his cheek, and his eyes were puffy red from having cried. I couldn't begin to imagine the pain he was feeling. I just wanted to hold the boy and kiss away his pain, yet I knew the second wasn't possible.

Scooting across the bed, I lied my hand gently to Jimin's thigh. I rubbed gingerly about the skin before leaning down and meeting his forehead with my lips.

"How are you doing baby?" I cooed, kissing his forehead once again just to make for certain he would smile. As I drew my face back to meet his, I was right. A beautiful smile lied across his cheek, and I sighed happily.

"I-I'm okay. I'm tired though..." He spoke in a broken whisper, just enough for me to hear, and I nodded in response before shifting about the bed and slipping under the sheets. I swept the boy into my arms, hugging him to my chest closely. His breath fanned across my chest, and in its own odd way it was soothing.

I felt a dip in the bed behind me and was soon met with Jungkook's arms around my waist. He rested his cheek to mine and let out a laugh before smushing my cheek with a big kiss.

"Tired? Is it bed time?" He smiled, peering between the two of us. I glanced down at Jimin in my arms and chuckled softly.

"So it seems. Alright Kook, I love you." I turned my head to meet his gaze and we shared a sweet kiss before settling back down and getting comfortable. Despite the earlier situation, I felt the most at ease than I had in a long while.