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'I need you.'
These were the most simplistic and enthusiastic words one could attend.
Jungkook could hear the damage and the ache of impairment of someone he hadn't spoken to in a few months. There isn't anything that would change him getting out of bed close to midnight. With possible conclusions of speeding for multiple traffic tickets to be present when Jimin is in need.
He drove up to the familiar apartment, Jimin rushed out and walked quickly. Jungkook stepped out of the car to greet him or at least some console. Instead, Jimin clutched his bag, and his cardigan bound tightly around him. He just wants to go home and sleep. Even if he stopped considering Jungkook's place his home for a very long time.
Jungkook sat in silence with Jimin. Not an incapable noise but one he can tell Jimin is deep inside a void. He would enticingly do anything for his younger sibling. A sibling who had been happy with graduating soon and getting out in the world.
"Can we go now?" Jimin stated.
Jungkook obliged as he curbs to the intersection.
The type of silence of dispersing nothingness with no other competition. It did not feel troubling but inducing. He's heard Jimin quiet on multiple occasions, but perhaps he knows someone has hurt Jimin but not sure how. Jungkook could hear Jimin rummaging through his bag as he grabbed some tissue.
"What happened?" Jungkook says to push through an agitated Jimin staring out the window.
Jimin still sits in the accustomed and deafening noise as he wants to hope Jungkook just takes him home and leaves him alone.
Jimin looks sort of still neat and put together. As he usually would. Hair is longer these days, and the unusual shades covering his eyes made Jungkook squint. Jimin never liked sunglasses.
"You know, this isn't normal for you to call me so late, and you sounded..." Jungkook tries to ease some conversation to get Jimin to talk.
Jimin messaged his throat with his hand slightly and let out a heavy sigh.
"It's not important," Jimin said, and he cradled the ideas of what Jungkook would do if he did say what exactly happened. Jungkook had a temper over slight things, but he knew this one would probably cause him to lose his older brother completely.
"Did someone make you upset?" Jungkook asked softly. Thankfully he didn't live far as the silence accompanied them on their way back to his house.
"I can't say. It depends...I guess." Jimin started fumbling with his fingers. His hair fell where Jungkook couldn't see his lips quivering. Jungkook palmed Jimin's chin, and he could see under the sunglasses Jimin was crying. Watching the way the tears started to spot his face.
Jungkook sighed as he was yielding to stop, and to Jimin's view, it seemed Jungkook was going to turn around and go back to the apartment as Jimin begged him to just go home. They were only a block away from Jungkook's house at this point.
"I can't have you go back there." Jimin cried. I know how protective and outlandish you can get Kook."
"I'm not that overbearing. I'm just your older bro--" Jungkook spoke as he got interrupted.
"This isn't the time for that! Okay?" Jimin expressed angst. The relentless memories that resurfaced got Jimin to spot the same memory as the current situation.
"Think about how your actions led us to not speak for the past few months," Jimin resents. When he truly thinks about it. It's been almost a year of not having Jungkook near him.
Jungkook shook his head as he pulled up into the driveway. It was slightly starting to rain, and you could smell the presence of the wet pavement.
"So, you're still with that boy named Taehyung?" Jungkook scoffs.
Jimin rolled his eyes. Considering there was never anything wrong with Taehyung until this exact night. In this presence, trust was gone.
"There's something about men like that, Jimin. I could see it."
"Please, you hate anyone being near me," Jimin says as he searched for his keys.
"We can sit here in the car and discuss it," Jungkook replies.
Jimin didn't trust that in any way possible. If anything, being inside the car leads Jungkook to put it back into drive and make a scene. He'd rather go inside.
There's a hollow of too much that Jimin has been in denial of his brother that now Taehyung has hurt him as well. This night will get worse before it gets better.
Jimin delayed a bit as he walked, but he didn't want Jungkook to touch him. He wanted to get through this terrible night. As his body was becoming wet, and slowly he got to the door as Jungkook didn't have an umbrella.
Taking his shoes off at the entrance, he walked and tossed his things in the kitchen to see Jungkook turning the kettle on the stove. Silence is gone, and something ignites in Jimin that felt questionable.
This is truly the last place he wants to be, and Jungkook is the last person Jimin wants to be around.
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Jungkook saw the bruise on Jimin's left eye. He wasn't present for Jimin to have help, and Jimin took it upon himself to get some ice for the soreness and his painkillers from his bag.
Jungkook watched as he sat at the breakfast island. On the stool quietly as Jimin approached in his tight shirt that was still slightly wet from the rain. Reddened lips and twisting his flowy hair into a bun. Despite the waking need of wanting to beg Jimin to speak, he figured he could let Jimin breathe and talk on his own terms.
Jimin notices there's a cup in front of him to drink, reminding him of the tea Jungkook would make him all the time when he was younger.
"What's in the cup?" Jimin said with hesitance but also in the depressive look and tone one could have since he couldn't be picky. He was tired and slightly confused about what he was feeling.
"It's just tea." Jungkook proclaimed as Jimin glared at him. Perhaps Jungkook didn't have to sound frustrated when he said it. He knows Jimin has him on the thinnest ice. Seeing Jimin put his lips to the warm liquid did make him breathe a little more. Positively, he wanted Jimin to feel comfortable for once.
"I know you hate me," Jungkook stated.
"Oh, I don't hate you," Jimin said in a condescending tone. More like a vocal sorting his strong bitterness at his brother.
"I guess I called you tonight because maybe you were right all along about Taehyung."
Jimin said as he tried to talk above his pitfall of emotions. Rightfully so, both Jungkook and Taehyung didn't like each other; Maybe Jimin was blind to any man he's been close to. Even his brother, but, that was different.
Despite accomplishments, Jungkook usually had an "I told you so" attitude. Always an authoritarian towards Jimin. And it leaves the younger sibling in a battle to figure out why is Jungkook trying to be so nice right now. Jimin knows how particular Jungkook can get with his independence.
He told Jimin he hated Taehyung the last time they all were together. Telling Jimin he would need him again someday because Jimin doesn't know what he's doing in life. Jimin knew despite the events of today, Jungkook isn't the end-all-be-all of his whereabouts.
He's too scared to tell Jungkook the truth because he knows his brother's temperament. For now, Jimin can feel it all bubbling up in his soul, but there's no space to let that out.
At least, not safely.
As Jimin grabbed water out of the fridge. His throat became drier. The sweetness of his tea was too much, but he did enjoy the way Jungkook made it this time. He felt a headache coming on, despite the pills he just took.
Jungkook felt impatient in the silence, he took Jimin's right hand and opened his arm. Long enough to see why Jimin winced so much every time he'd pick up the cup.
There are bruises on his wrist. Deepened blues and purple halos blushing out.
"Let me see your other arm?" Jungkook asked.
Jimin shriveled in disbelief on his face. It felt impossible in wanting to move at this moment. There's a very troubling and concerned look on Jungkook's face that says Jimin better get to talking. However, Jungkook looks into staring down at the counter. Tapping his fingers as the veins show through his arms and hands.
"Did he hurt you? That's all I want to know." Jungkook asked. Holding Jimin's hand, and the slight touch with the whisper of his voice. Jimin doesn't want to think right now.
"I guess..."
Jimin gulped the water and went back to the tea that was getting slightly chilly.
"Taehyung is a gentleman. He didn't have to buy me much and never wanted anything heavy from me. But, something about him tonight just switched."
"What's the switch exactly?"
"I had been studying and..." Jimin trailed into being speechless. He thinks the predicament of his assault will conquer Jungkook and him indefinitely uncomfortable.
"You can tell me Jimin. I'm listening." Jungkook says as Jimin sort of speaks and sort of forgets his train of thought a bit.
"I didn't want to go out tonight. I'm just studying, working, and he got mad."
"Mad because you weren't paying him any attention?"
Jimin shook his head no. That wasn't exactly the cause of it but perhaps, Jimin isn't sure.
"Somewhere it's my fault. I usually ignore him when he bursts out at me."
'Maybe, he didn't like that?" Jungkook expressed.
Jimin tried shrugging it off, but something about Jungkook's retort is making him upset.
"Should it matter what he likes or doesn't like?" Jimin explained with his hands over his face. Trying in some form makes sense of it all.
"Why do you think he hit you?" Jungkook questioned.
Jimin doesn't want to talk about it as Jungkook presses to know the answer. Jungkook leans back and stares into Jimin with a stare of non-blinking almost.
Jimin could think of many reasons Taehyung has been showing anger but nothing equates to this level.
"He hit me. Before I knew it, I was pinned down on the floor while the TV was still playing. My pens and paper were on the floor too."
"What happened after that..." Jungkook spoke softly. Jungkook had a way of his voice. Jimin found that comfort. The softness and emptiness it carried was a volume unmatched. The unremitting silence didn't make it better.
Jungkook hands make their way to caress both of Jimin's tender hands again. As he trailed them up to Jimin's face, tears and confusion. Jimin eyes swell as through his own vision, Jungkook's eyes fell darkly.
"Tae..." Jimin felt the uncertainty of trying to utter words and felt tired.
"Tae what? What did he do?"
"Tae raped me. He pinned me down, and he entered me. I couldn't speak," Jimin cried as Jungkook saw Jimin's still face and wiped the tears slowly as they fell.
"I felt his hands. His strength. Like my body and the floor were becoming one."
"Jimin-"
"I felt him inside me, and it felt like hours were passing by."
Jimin broke free from his own gaze as he cried into his own hands.
Jungkook watched as he drank from his own cup, hearing his young brother let out his screams and pain.
A shame of tears welled as Jimin felt incomplete. Is everyone right about his choices, and should he not have believed? Jimin felt out of space since it happened and more so since he's been talking to Jungkook. Like time isn't starting to feel real as everything looked blurry from his tears.
"Did you like it?"
Jimin tried wiping the fuzziness away from his eyes, but it was partially clear. Wondered where those words were in his head.
"Kook? What the fuck did you just say?" Jimin's broken and pissed-off declaration made Jungkook smirk. Although, Jimin can't see his expression.
Jungkook still glaring across from him, he felt immensely sick at the thought Jungkook would ask him such a thing.
It could be Jimin was hallucinating. He was just hearing things in unimaginable ways. Jimin had to fight through his selfless and most uncomfortable situations, and perhaps it was just a voice in his head.
"You're just fucking with me. I get it." Jimin said with his eyes red than the devil himself. In the most truth Jimin knows he wasn't hearing things, he laughed it off as he was wiping his eyes. He wants to know Jungkook didn't just ask him that.
Jungkook had been watching him disassociate the entire time. He did have his general possessiveness over Jimin since he was young. Not only his guardian until Jimin begged to be out of his care. Until Jimin begged Jungkook to stop interfering with his school life and relationships.
Despite that, Jimin couldn't be so susceptible to this aura. Although, he felt his inner self fighting while almost sliding out of his stool.
The jolting slide, and awakening feeling of Jungkook holding him up. He felt his mind coming to the center, as he stared at the small waves of heat in his cup on the counter. Jimin, in his awareness and unwavering guilt, stares as Jungkook tries to balance him off the stool as Jungkook holds him from behind.
The tightness of his body pressed against Jungkook. He smiles and laughs and shakes his head while the tears fall. He can't seem to understand the mental gymnastics that are happening. Both mentally daydreaming and coming back to the surface.
He wants to break free as Jungkook just holds him around his waist, but Jimin has a lack of grip.
"Jimin, I got you. It's okay."
"It's not..." Jimin shook his head in a state of worry. Until he gave up to lean his head back on Jungkook's shoulder.
Jungkook watches as the breath escapes past Jimin's lips. Pumped and breathing heavily while trying to fight the inner lack of control. His tiny compositions against Jungkook's muscles and stature never stood a big chance, and he knows it.
Right now, Jimin is slowly sinking into Jungkook who enjoys the scent of his younger sibling's slumber and lack of withdrawal.
"Jimin, relax. Relax against me. Don't fight it." Jungkook whispered with a suddenly deepened timbre.
Jimin's throat is relaxed more as Jungkook watches the pulses and sensations of his endurance. Bruised and becoming hot. The pressure against Jimin's body becomes uncertain, and he wishes it was untrue.
"I'm sure Taehyung enjoyed you. Right after he stole you from me." Jungkook says playing with the band of Jimin's pants. The way Jimin felt blood rushing in certain areas. He tries to tell himself it's not due to his brother but something Jungkook altered when they were sitting at the counter.
"Fuck you...." Jimin says as most of his emotion is slightly evaporating as he stares into Jungkook's eyes. Jungkook can see the needs his brother has to please him, but he relishes the fact it's not possible right now.
"I didn't like what he did. He took...my..." Jimin says as his eyes are failing to open.
"Virginity..."
"It's okay Jimin." Jungkook states while Jimin's eyes close as he smiles at him.
Jungkook's hands curve up Jimin's body as he breathes deeply into Jimin's neck and savors the imbalance. Jungkook fingers pinch against Jimin's nipples as they're peaking through his v-neck. The slight touch made Jimin wince in volume but not enough to be fully awake. Not just yet.
The rain is falling, and a storm of desire is pondering for the rest of the night.
"Your virginity has never been yours since the day you were born."