ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 Jimin!

The cold rain sticks to your skin as you stagger down the deserted street. Your lungs burn, your body trembles, but you don't stop. You can't go back. Not this time.

The screams had been louder that night. Your father, more aggressive than ever, had crossed all limits. After years of abuse, you knew you couldn't take it anymore. The pain of the beating was physical, but the emotional pain was constant. Running away was the only option. And you, not knowing where else to go, found yourself in front of the only door you could knock on: Jimin's.

With your hand pressing against the open wound, you knock against the metal door. The sound echoes through the dark alley. Seconds later, it opens.

Jimin is there, staring at you as if he saw a ghost. Tall, imposing, eyes sharp as blades. His hands move quickly to stop him from collapsing on the ground.

"Sorry… I didn't know where else to go" you choke, trying to contain your despair.

"Who did this to you?" His tone is sharp, cold. But his eyes… his eyes say something else.

You should never have come to him. Your enemy. Your neighbor. The last person in the world who should see you like this. But deep down, part of you knew.

He wouldn't ignore it.