(trigger warning. mention of sexual harassment.)

a loud thud at the front door startled yoongi awake, sending him rolling off the sofa. he checked the time: 2:06 am. he rolled his eyes in annoyance as he opened the door.

"it's so fucking late, i can't believe you made me babysit for 7... hours..." he trailed off, interrupted by the sore sight of a sobbing girl with ink tears of mascara running down her cheeks. what should have been her usually glossy, perfectly-curled hazelnut hair, was instead a disheveled mess of tangles dulled by the shadows of the early morning.

chora threw her purse at him and stumbled past, sniffling and rubbing her watery eyes, before tripping on her own two feet and crumbling onto the wooden floor. a hot mess.

yoongi shut the front door and approached her with caution, hands subconsciously spread out in case she attacked. kang chora was unpredictable like that.

"what's wrong with your face?" he asked carelessly, pointing to her black-streaked cheeks. chora burst into another wave of cries, burying her face into her shaking hands.

"don't look at me," she spluttered, in between sobs. "i look horrible..."

yoongi shook his head in silent disbelief—this shallow girl still cared about her appearance at a time like this?

"chora."

she wouldn't answer his call, continuing to sob with her hands shielding her face.

"chora."

he crouched down next to her.

"chora!"

he grabbed her wrist and pried her hands off her face. her usually vivid brown eyes were dimmed by the darkness surrounding them, but in the moonlight her tears glistened like jewels. her lips were ajar, quivering.

"look at me. tell me what's wrong."

"h-he... i..." she mumbled incoherently, sniffling and rubbing the mascara stains off her cheek with her small fingers. her eyes darted every direction but at yoongi's.

"he?" repeated yoongi, his grip on her wrists tightening. "look at me and say it."

chora cried again as she slowly peeled the sweater off her left shoulder, revealing several burgundy marks on her neck and shoulder. countless of dark stains littered on her smooth, fair skin.

he could even see the darkened areas of the teeth marks.

yoongi couldn't breath. he reached a hand and traced over the bites, jolting backwards when chora winced in pain. he felt a fire growing in the pit of his stomach, setting ablaze his anger as quick as a forest fire. "who?"

"huh..?"

"who did this to you?"

the marks he had left on her stung with the thought. chora shuddered, clenching a hand to her chest. even the thinking of that person scared her.

as yoongi witnessed her traumatised form, the anger subsided quickly, worry taking its place.

without thinking, he leaned forward and gave the dark red bruises on her shoulder a quick kiss. just like when they were younger, a kiss would make the pain go away.