"What?" Namjoon laughed awkwardly. "You, heard me." The look in Jimin's eye wasn't warm and welcoming like it normally was. He looked pissed, maybe a little scared too. "Jimin-ah, what are you-" "I talked to manager-nim about him touching Jungkook last night, and I have it on video he admits it and plans to do more, so take me to the fucking police station!" Jimin raised his voice the closer he got to the end of his sentence. "Fuck." Jin let out a curse and he stood up quickly. "W-wait, what do you mean?" Taehyung asked, but there was certainly no time to explain to him.

"Huh?" Jungkook's voice trembled as Yoongi instantly wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "I'll drive you." Hoseok rushed over to Jimin, and Yoongi pushed Jungkook to follow. Namjoon grabbed Jungkook's red hawk hoodie and rushed out after them, Jin following as well.

"Are any of you going to tell me what he's talking about?" Taehyung asked as they left the practice room, abandoning their very confused choreographer. "Jimin, are you okay?" Namjoon asked as Hoseok pushed open the stairwell doors. Jimin heard his leader but he couldn't squeak out an answer at the moment.

They rushed down the stairs, Jungkook's eyes wide and filled with fear the entire time as they finally reached the front door.

"Namjoon-ssi!"

Yoongi reached down and latched on to Jungkook's hand at their manager's voice. Jimin's grip on his phone increased, he could snap it in half at any moment.

"Sir," Namjoon gulped and turned around. "Where are you all going? You must practice." Their manager crossed his arms across his chest. "We are-" "Taehyungie got sick, he needs a hospital." Jin blurted out, his arm instantly going up under Taehyung's, as if to support him. "He's got a fever, it's contagious and we should really go. Right now." Jin looked at Yoongi and the second eldest didn't need any further sign to sneak Jungkook out of the building, and in to his own car.

"He seemed fine this morning-" "That's why we have to go now." Hoseok grabbed Jimin's hand and they all walked quickly to the van that Jin would be driving.

"Jimin, tell us exactly what happened." Namjoon sighed once all of the doors were closed. They all clicked on their seat belts as Jin turned the keys in the ignition. Jimin swallowed a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I told him what Jungkook had said, and he said Jungkook was just overly emotional with his graduation and things. I basically told him that I didn't believe him and he flipped out." Jimin explained. "Why are you gripping your phone like that?" Taehyung asked him, motioning down to his lap.

Jimin looked down and his hold released. "Because I recorded the entire conversation. So it would be nice if we could tell the police before something else happens to someone else." Jimin glanced at Jin in the rear-view mirror, and the eldest stepped on the gas.

"What do you mean by, 'flipped out'? Did he go at you?" Namjoon asked, turned around in the passenger seat to look at Jimin. "No," He lied. "He just got angry, told me there was nothing I could do, that there was no help for Jungkook anymore. Scared the shit out of me, so I ran." Jimin answered, watching Yoongi's car appear behind them.

Through the un-tinted glass he saw Jungkook curled up in the passenger seat, looking like a scared bunny. 'Hang in there, Jungkookie...we'll fix everything.'

"Don't tell me there's nothing you can do. You will do something about this." Jimin pointed to the sky and leaned over the desk at the police station. "He technically didn't say he would do anything else, sir, please calm down. We will send out an investigation team-" "I am calm, really. But you cannot just sit there, look at my namdongsaeng and tell me I'm lying about this." Jimin motioned back to Jungkook, who was clinging to Namjoon's arm. "I understand you're upset." The officer stood up, adjusting the belt around his waist. Jimin eyed the handcuffs on his right side, hanging from his belt like they were nothing. He noticed his throat ran dry but Jimin shook away his kinky thoughts. "I know. But I'm telling you, you have to arrest him or something-" "We cannot just arrest an innocent man-" "He sexually assaulted BOTH my friend and I! He's around young girls all day long, and a lot of other minors. Do something about it, that's your job." Jimin quickly lowered his voice.

"Jiminie, don't yell." Hoseok placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "Sorry, really." Jimin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I-I mean, t-technically he didn't, touch-" "Even if he didn't, he still did to me so let's stop talking about it, and do something." Jimin cut off Jungkook and turned to the officer.

That somehow seemed to grab his attention, as he looked at Jimin with a convincing look. Hoseok panicked on the inside, was there something Jimin wasn't telling them?

"He grabbed me and pushed me in to the wall." Jimin pushed Hoseok away gently and showed the officer the wound on his wrist. He was still bleeding but it wasn't more blood than a paper cut would take. "You know I'm not going to do this to myself. And if you aren't going to do anything, even when I still have proof, then fuck you." Jimin's heart leaped in his chest, he knew he shouldn't ever curse at an officer- but the words just spilled out, he was getting emotional and he knew it.

"Jimin-" "Come to the back, we'll make a report and go from there." The officer turned and wiggled his finger, as a sign for Jimin to follow him. "Jungkookie, come on." Jimin turned around and outstretched his arm for Jungkook's hand. Jungkook took a deep breath and followed Jimin, holding his hand, nervously locking their pinkies together as they disappeared into a room down the hall with the officer.