"And where the hell have you been?" He spit out as soon as the group walked through the door, fingers curling around Jimin's wrist tightly and tugging him forward.

Jimin shivered under his angry gaze, ducking his head, dyed bangs falling into his eyes as he twisted his lip hard between his teeth. He'd almost forgotten how this felt.

How he felt.

His tongue felt too big in his mouth, his words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't find the strength to speak.

There was a knot rapidly growing, tears rapidly brimming, and he swallowed, sniffing and wiping them away quickly with the sleeve of his sweater.

He tried to take a step back, stumbling a bit as he pulled away, but he was much stronger than Jimin was.

He always had been.

Especially when he was angry.

He only tightened his grip, and a small hiss slipped past his teeth.

That would leave bruises for sure.

"I said," He growled, his breath fanning out across Jimin's distressed face, heart stuttering and shaking in his chest. "Where the hell have you been Jimin?"

"Don't you dare talk to him like that," Yoongi interrupted, startling him enough to make him jump.

He'd almost forgotten he hadn't come alone.

"You told him to get out, didn't you?" He questioned, rage poorly hidden behind his mask of indifference. His palm came to rest on his shoulder, and he pulled Jimin back towards him a bit, prying his fingers off of his skin. "What did you expect him to do? Come running back?"

"Shut up," He hissed, studying the rest of Jimin's companions with judging eyes, lips twisted in a scowl. "Who are you people? Why are you in my house?"

Jin shot him a humorless smile, a murderous glint shining behind his pupils.

"We're Jimin's friends," He announced calmly, slinging an arm around Jimin's shoulders. "We've been taking care of him for the past two weeks, and that won't change. That's why we're here. We're taking care of him."

He scoffed, yanking him away from Jin so suddenly that he tripped over his own feet, tugging him into his side.

"He doesn't need you to take care of him. He has a boyfriend. And I'd like you all to leave. Now."

"Sorry, but we can't do that," Tae said, running his fingers through his silky locks as he feigned boredom, looking him over with a disgust that made Jimin shudder, even though it wasn't directed at him. "You see, he's not here for you, and neither are we."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He turned to Jimin abruptly, and he flinched in his grasp. "Jimin, what's going on here?"

A tear slipped over the frame of his lashes, falling slowly down his cheek and curling around his jaw, and he sucked in a shaky inhale as he forced the words past his lips.

"I-I'm..." He shook his head, terrified gaze falling on Yoongi. He gave him an encouraging smile.

"You can do it." He mouthed, winking playfully, and Jimin clenched his fist, nodding gratefully before trying again.

"Seo-jun," He started, a firmness behind his tone despite the shakiness of his voice. "I'm breaking up with you."