Jimin basically kicked the door down to hear his sister screaming as he heard his dad grunt followed by his mother's shouting. He threw everything on the ground then ran upstairs. He saw his dad getting ready to beat his sister with what looked like a rock as his mom held him back.

"Dad stop! Put the fucking rock down!"

His dad scoffed then threw the rock at him. He ducked as he watched his dad punch his mom then kick his sister. He walked over and pushed his dad.

"Stop! Back off!" He screamed as he pushed his dad to the ground. He picked up his sister and even his mom. He looked at his dad with pure disgust.

He picked him up and pulled him out of the room and threw him in another room. Shutting and locking the door. Once his father was in his right mind, he would be able to open the door himself.

Nayeon was extremely shaken up as she held herself. Jimin went to her side and held her tightly. Hushing her and rocking her as she shook and cried quietly. His mom looked rather shaken.

'Probably can't believe her partner in crime just betrayed her,' Jimin thought.

Once Nayeon finally calmed down and he took her to his room and they held each other until she fell asleep. Jimin debated texting Jungkook and apologizing but then decided not to. He would apologize tomorrow and give him back his hoodie. After she fell asleep, Jimin decided to go take a shower and get his mind off everything before falling asleep himself, cuddled with Nayeon.

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Jungkook didn't get a wink of sleep that night. Not a single text or call or emoji from the diamond eyed boy and it drove Jungkook mad.

What had made Jimin go into such a frenzy? What was going on? He decided he'd talk to Jimin about it at school. He hoped it wasn't anything too serious and tried to convince himself it was nothing so he could finally go to sleep. That didn't work until almost 4am, even then, he'd only have 2 hours of sleep. Lucky him.

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During 1st period as everyone changed Jimin looked happy like normal with Taehyung. But Jungkook didn't talk with him if he didn't talk to him. So he just watched, thinking about when he could talk with him. He had 5 more periods to do so.

The students were doing a relay. You run from one part of the gym to the other, do 5 push ups and 5 curl ups then run back with 2 other people as your teammates. Obviously Jimin had to sit out, not wanting to open any wounds and risk bleeding everywhere. Jennie only participated so she could be on a team with Jungkook. Jennie tried to convince Taehyung to join but he refused until Jungkook asked him. He hesitated but agreed. Jimin watched them from the bench as he pushed his glasses up looking back at his book. Jimin thought about how to apologize to Jungkook and give him back his hoodie without anyone seeing them, the only way he could think of was at Jungkook's house after school before they take the rest of their pictures.

Once every thing was done and everyone walked back to the locker room Jimin felt someone grab and twist his arm causing him to scream in pain before he pulled his arm back to see blood soaking up his bandages. He panicked and looked to see who did it. Of course. Jennie. He ran to the locker room pushing past Taehyung and Jungkook, quickly changing then slowly removed his left arm's bandages. Surely, his wounds had been reopened. He grabbed his backpack and tried to run to the nurses office but felt someone grab the same arm.

He looked to see Jungkook with a worried face.

"Hey Jimin, can we talk about yesterday?"

Jimin shook his head and tried to pull away before Jungkook could touch his bloodied arm.

"We really need to talk about yesterday!" Jungkook shouted as he moved his hands down to his forearm where the blood was oozing. Jimin winced and pulled away running as Jungkook screamed his name. Jungkook was at a loss as he looked at his hand. Covered in blood. His face showed complete shock as he clutched his hand.

"What the fuck?" He whispered to himself. Jennie happily jumped and grabbed Jungkook's shoulder before she screamed at his bloody hand.

"OMG! JUNGKOOK-AH YOUR HAND!"

Jungkook waved her off, "It's not my blood."

"Who's is it?"

"Jimin's," he breathed out.

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Come 4th period, Jimin is stuffing everything in his locker when he hears someone say.

"His sister's a prostitute right? Why does everyone focus on him being mute when he could literally be selling his body?"

His jaw clenched as he set his last thing into his locker before his locker door slammed shut.

"What's been with you Jimin, huh?"

Jimin bit his lip and looked to Jungkook. He sighed and shook his head. He tried to walk away before Jungkook grabbed him and pinned him to the locker.

"Don't act like I didn't see the blood soaking up those bandages on your arms. Plus, we need to talk about yesterday!"

Jimin looked down and whispered, "Can we not talk about it now. We'll be late for class."

"I could care less about that shit! Park Jimin I demand you answer me!"

He looked up to stare into Jungkook's eyes before he heard whispers. People whispering things he never wanted to hear.

"Jungkook's talking to the freak!"

"Is he friends with him?"

"Eww! I hope not!"

"He might just be using him, just like how men use his sister."

"Why would he need some freaky whore? He has Jennie instead!"

'What's the difference,' Jimin thought before he pushed on Jungkook's chest.

"At your house, we'll talk then," Jimin lied. He wasn't going to talk about it because he didn't want to talk about it.

He slipped away and walked to his cooking class as Jungkook stayed in the same position before he yelled and kicked the lockers and looked to Jimin's disappearing figure as he heaved. His vision drowned with red. He looked around at everyone and they quickly looked away and had their own conversations.

As soon as he entered the cooking class he noticed how Jimin avoided his eyes completely. The teacher assigned partners and just his luck, he got Jennie. Jennie kept talking and talking as he was starring at Jimin while he was making pasta with Taehyung. Jungkook was doing all the work for him and Jennie since she clearly doesn't know how to cook. Anytime Jimin would make eye contact he'd immediately look away and work on making the food. Soon this over took Jungkook and he punched the dough resting on the table. Jennie yelped then grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong baby? If you want I can do it."

He inhaled then smiled at her, "Yes, please. Thank you."

Jennie smiled then helped him cut up the dough then put it in the pot.

"Jimin?"

Jimin hummed.

"What's up with you and Jungkook? He's been pissed all day. It's actually kind of scary. I think that comes from his dad."

Jimin snorted before he looked up to Taehyung and whispered, "He's a just a little annoyed. I think he knows."

"Or suspects?"

Jimin nodded.

"Will you tell him? Or let him find out?"

"I don't plan on it," he whispered.

"As much time as you've been spending with him and how you're dad has been getting more aggressive. I think he might found out, kinda soon."

Jimin huffed as he stirred the pasta. He knew Taehyung was right but he just hoped he wasn't. He looked up and saw Jungkook being all cute and lovey with Jennie. He noticed Jungkook's bruised knuckles and wondered where he got them from. Once everyone finished their dishes the teacher went around and tried them all. Jungkook and Jennie tied with Taehyung and Jimin. She said they had the best pasta. Jimin was surprised. A guy like Jungkook knows how cook? He knows sure as hell Jennie cannot.

Come 6th period, Jimin has still been avoiding Jungkook. Jungkook was getting sick and tired of it. As soon as the bell rang he rushed to Jimin's desk and slammed his hands on the table causing Jimin to jump in shock.

"The fuck, Park?! What's been up with you, huh?"

Jungkook tilted his head, his military tag and gold chain slipping out of his shirt. His leather jacket squeaking slightly as he moved in close to Jimin tapping his ringed fingers on his desk. Jimin looked down and pushed his glasses up.

"Can we talk about this later?" Jimin asked as he gathered his things.

"As soon as we enter that house, you're fucking explaining yourself."

Jungkook pushed himself off the desk and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Hurry up, Park, before I pick you up."

With that Jimin hurried after Jungkook.

The walk home was interesting. Lisa, Joy, and Jisoo were in the middle talking happily with each other. Jungkook was in the front, taking powerful strides. The twins knew he was pissed. Jungkook is in the top three Jeons that are terrifying when they're mad. Not including their parents. Taehyung and Jimin were in the back talking.

"What's up with him?"

Jimin hummed, "I think I pissed him off. . ."

"What'd you do?"

"Well, remember how I told you I freaked on him and ran away because of my sister. Well, he wants an explanation since I blew up so bad. Also, this morning when Jennie grabbed my arm to tight and opened my wounds, he held my arm and saw the blood. I think he's catching on like you said."

Taehyung nodded as they approached the Kim and Jeons homes.

"Good luck Chim."

"Yeah thanks."

As soon as Jungkook got into the house he kicked his shoes off then stomped upstairs to his room before throwing his bag on the ground. Jisoo and Joy decided to hang out across the street with Lisa. Jimin shut the door downstairs and slid off his shoes before tip toeing upstairs and quietly shutting the door before turning and looking at Jungkook as he set his bag down.

"I know we aren't super close, but I just feel like you aren't telling me something," Jungkook began.

Jimin sighed as he stayed against the door.

"Nothing's wrong, Kook-ah."

Jungkook pointed at Jimin, with a burning fire raging in his eyes.

"That's where I know you're lying! Why are there bandages covering your whole body, huh? Why was your arm bleeding earlier? Answer me!"

Jimin took in a sharp breath before he looked up at Jungkook.

'How am I supposed to say this?' Jimin wondered.

"Well, I ran off the other day because my sister needed me..."

"Hmm, the bandages. Explain. Now."

"I fell. . . ?"

"You don't get wounds like that from falling. Where are they from? Have you been. . . hurting yourself, Jimin?"

Jimin looked up. Hurt clear in his eyes.

"No! I've never done such a thing!"

Jungkook closed his eyes tightly, "Are you being taken advantage of or beaten? Jimin, you really should get help-"

"I don't need help from anyone! Especially you! What makes you think you know what's good for me? Huh?!"

"I'm just looking out for you Jimin."

"Maybe I don't want you 'LOOKING OUT' FOR ME!"

"Taehyung isn't the only person that cares for you!"

"Taehyung is the only person that knows what I'm going through!"

"I won't know if you don't tell me! I don't know you that well yet!"

"That's just it! You don't know me! So stop acting as if you do! Don't just assume I need you! Got it?!"

Jungkook stood tall and looked Jimin deep in his eyes. Jimin felt as if Jungkook was going to rip his soul from his body. But Jimin still stood tall.

"I can't tell you, Jungkook."

"Why? You're obviously in pain. Won't tell me because I'm a Sargent's son? Because I don't know you? You don't wanna be pitied? Well guess what Jimin, sometimes that gets you help. Saves you from the worst."

Jimin tried his best to hold back any hot tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

"Jungkook. Let's just get this assignment done. Please."

Jungkook could hear the begging in Jimin's voice. He turned around and grabbed his camera from his closest then walked past Jimin. Jimin inhaled deeply as he walked behind Jungkook. He saw how Jungkook was standing in front of his father.

He bowed before he tries to walk past him. Jimin saw how Mr. Jeon gripped Jungkook's shoulder.

"Is that boy here?"

"Yes, Father. We're off to take more pictures for our class."

He hummed as Jimin walked down the stairs and bowed to him before slipping his shoes on. Mr. Jeon gave his son a look before he let go and walked upstairs to his study. Jungkook was breathing hard before he went out the door Jimin following behind. Jimin didn't want the two to be silent to one another. There's no way they could get the project done like that.

"Jungkook. . . I'm sorry."

Silence.

"Please talk to me."

Silence.

"Jungkook-ah."

"What Jimin? There's nothing to talk about! Since you just want to get this goddamn project done, let's get the project done!"

They soon reached a river. Cute fish and blue skies as Jungkook stared down into the river.

"We'll take the shadow pictures here. We'll take the rest next week, when I'm not fucking pissed."

Jimin sighed, but complied. After the 3 pictures the walk home was silent. Yet, so many words needed to be spoken. Jungkook stopped walking in front of the park where they first met.

"Jimin... I want to help you. I can see you're not okay."

"I'm fine."

Jungkook clenched his fists before he turned around and grabbed Jimin's arm noticing how he flinched.

"Fine? Why we're you bleeding this morning, huh?"

Jimin winced, "Male period?"

Jungkook eyed Jimin with a "seriously" look. He let go of Jimin's arms then decided to walk back to the house. Jimin trailing behind them. Once they got in the house, the whole Jeon family was sitting in the living room watching TV. Jimin bowed to everyone after he took of his shoes while Jungkook just walked upstairs, thuds sounding from his feet as they collided with the stairs. Irene stood up and placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder.

"What's up with him?"

Jimin shurgged and shook his head, "I don't know. I thought we worked it out."

"It's only been a few days and you've already managed to make him mad."

"Irene."

"Sorry, oppa, but it's true."

Jimin bit his lip before bowing to everyone again then walking up the stairs. He calmly shut the door then walked to Jungkook's bed and sat down. Jungkook emerged from the bathroom as he stared down at Jimin.

"Male period?"

"I'm fine. I just. . . fell."

"Show me your arm. Take off the bandages and show me your arm."

Jimin shook his head quickly before he wrapped his arms around him self. Jungkook sighed before he walked over to his desk and removed the SD card from his camera and slid it into his computer. He walked to the door before saying, "Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home."

"I can walk-"

"I said. I am taking. You home."

With that, Jungkook walked out of his room and downstairs. Jimin sighed as he walked down after him.

"Father?"

"Yes, son?"

"When will my bike get here?" Jungkook asked as he slid on his shoes, Jimin walking behind him to put his own shoes on.

"Should be here next week."

Jungkook hummed as he opened the door and walked down.

"Goodbye Jeons," Jimin whispered as he bowed then followed Jungkook out.

"He's different," Yoongi voiced out loud.

"He's obviously shy and a loner," Hoseok responded.

"But I mean, look at the effect he has on Jungkook. No ones ever had that effect. Not even the girls he used to date."

"Well, all those girls were desperate and hoes and in the end, went after his other brothers, so," Irene shrugged.

"Or, they only wanted his money or Daddy's status," Jisoo spoke before popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Mr. Jeon listened to them all before speaking his own thoughts, "Are you all insinuating that that boy might be what straightens Jeong-guk out?"

"I wouldn't say straighten," Jisoo whispered so only Joy heard. Joy laughed and fell over onto her lap.

Seokjin nodded, "Yes. He seems to have a great effect on Jungkook. Even if they haven't known each other for a while, you can tell Jungkook truly cares for him."

Mr. Jeon hummed as his wife hugged his arm, "Hear that Minho?! Park might be able to make our son the good boy we know he is!"

Mr. Jeon smiled at such a thought. He wouldn't mind if Jungkook even married Jimin as he can see Jimin is truly changing his son.

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At Jimin's doorstep Jimin pulled Jungkook's hoodie from his back pack and handed it to Jungkook.

"Sorry, it was a little ripped. But I did stitch it up," Jimin pouted as Jungkook slowly took his hoodie back, his left hand in his leather jacket pocket as he looked down at Jimin.

He leaned forward, his military tag chain slipping out from under his shirt, "Park, why was it ripped?"

"I-I told you. I fell."

"When?"

"That night."

"I dropped you off at home that night. When could you have ripped it?"

Jimin inhaled deeply as he turned around and pushed his door open, knowing it would be unlocked. He tried to shut the door but Jungkook's black timberland stopped in between the door and the doorway. He pushed the door open and leaned against the doorway.

"Fine, don't tell me. Just know I won't forget this, understand?"

Jimin nodded as he looked back to make sure none of his family members come out and see him.

"Next week. We start again next week."

Jimin hummed as he tried to shut the door but Jungkook stopped it again.

"Respond when I fucking text you tonight, got it? If you don't, I'll suspect something happened."

"W-what if I j-just fall asleep?"

"Don't."

Jimin's breath hitched as Jungkook's voice grew deep and husky and his eyes darkened. Jungkook stood straight then looked Jimin up and down. Then stared deep into Jimin's ocean like orbs.

"See you at school, Park."

Then off Jungkook went as Jimin shut the door and leaned against it. Nayeon walked out of the kitchen with a cookie in her mouth.

"Who was that?" She said with a smirk.

Jimin's eyes widened, "How long have you been in there?!" He asked panicked as he walked over to her.

"Since the door opened," she grinned.

"Is that the secret boyfriend dad beat the crap out of you about?" She said kind of loudly.

"Hush! He might still be outside!" Jimin whispered loudly as he pouted.

"Well is he?"

"No. He has a girlfriend."

"He's cute. You like him don't you?"

Jimin groaned and rolled his eyes and he walked upstairs, Nayeon laughing as she walked behind him.

"You do don't you! Aww baby bro! That's so cute!"

Nayeon may sell her body and seem terrible but she's still the same older sister before this all happened. Goofy, giggly, and always teasing the crap out of Jimin.

He flopped on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. As she sat on the bed next to him, looking down at him.

"There's no chance he'd like me, he's straight. He's dating Jennie."

Nayeon cringed, "You mean that desperate fuck that's determined to get Taehyung to admit they're friends."

Jimin nodded while closing his eyes.

He heard his phone ding while Nayeon gaged. He thought it might just be a notification from Twitter or Instagram so he ignored until his phone kept binging. He was starting to get annoyed so he threw his phone under his pillow.

"By the way, me and you are to visit Anthony this Saturday."

Jimin sat up happily, "Seriously?! No mom, no dad? Just us?"

She nodded, he smiled happily. He's missed his brother and is super excited to see him after all this time. Suddenly his phone started ringing. He raised an eyebrow and answered it without looking at the contact and put it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Why the fuck didn't you answer my text, Park?"

Nayeon and Jimin's eyes widened as a deep husky and strong voice rang throughout the room from the phone.

"Uh, I-I-I didn't see it. Sorry," Jimin said with a shake in his voice.

Nayeon looked absolutely shook.

"Hmm, yeah okay. Good night, Jimin."

"Y-yeah. Good night Jungkook."

He slowly pressed the hang up button.

"What the fuck?!" Nayeon squeaked.

"How old is he?!"

"18. . ."

"Ain't no 18 year old sound like that! What the fuck-"

Jimin started laughing as he leaned back and looked up to his sister.

"He's just pissed. But, his voice is usually that deep," he smiled.

Nayeon grinned as she stood up to throw away the napkin the cookie was resting on then laid with Jimin.

"I think he'll be our knight in shining armor."

Jimin snorted, "Yeah sure, okay. Whatever keeps you hopeful. I'm saving us by myself, I don't need no man."

"Yeah, but you want a man."

"You didn't need to come for me like that, Nana."

She giggled.

"I'm serious. He cares for you. He might just help us get away."

Jimin hummed as he closed his eyes.

"Yeah. . . Maybe he will."

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