"What?"

During his moment of weakness, Jimin pulled himself away, falling back into Yoongi's comforting arms as he repeated the words.

"I'm breaking up with you."

Seo-jun shook his head furiously, stumbling backwards and clutching his chest, a mix of shock and anger clouding his features, a face that Jimin used to pepper with kisses whenever he got the chance, heart broken.

And for a moment, just a moment, Jimin felt guilty.

Years of degrading and shaming wasn't going to disappear in a few weeks, and his first instinct was to apologize, fall to his knees in tears and promise to do anything for his boyfriend to forgive him, hating himself for ever being so selfish, his self loathing only growing more sickening, more painful, the more he was torn down for it.

But as if reading his train of thought, Yoongi squeezed his shoulder gently, pulling him out of his haze and subtly tugging him closer, hoping his warmth would reassure him.

"Baby, it's okay." He whispered, breath tickling Jimin's burning ear, and as secretively as he could, Jimin held on to his fingers tight, looking away from the now burning gaze of Seo-jun, breathing in deeply and trying to focus on Yoongi's touch.

A touch that was soft and delicate, always waiting for permission, always waiting for his consent.

Yes.

Yes, he focused on that.

"Why?" Seo-Jun scoffed, muscles visibly tensing with rage, the vein in his neck becoming prominent. "So you can go fuck around with other guys without feeling guilty? Do I drag you down Jimin? I bet you've fucked every guy in this room you fucking slut, you know that's the only damn reason anyone would put up with all your bitchy whining!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Yoongi shouted, unable to control his anger as Jimin shook in his embrace. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about! We love Jimin for who he is! Don't you ever, ever hurt him again!"

"Hurt him?" Seo-jun spat, storming forward before anyone could blink and yanking Jimin away by the collar of his sweater, like they were playing a game of human tug a war. "You think I hurt him? I can show you pain Jimin, do you want that? Want me to punch you, beat you black and blue? Is that what you go around telling people? That you're boyfriend hurts you? To get pity, like the pathetic piece of shit you are, fucking cunt!"

Yoongi rushed towards him, but Hobi quickly grasped his hood, pulling him before he could get himself, and Jimin, in serious danger.

He perfectly understood the boy's fury, but he didn't know how mentally stable this Seo-Jun was.

He wasn't sure what he would do to keep Jimin to himself.

If he would resort to physical violence.

So he shot Yoongi a warning glance and kept a close eye on Jimin who was trembling and crying in his harsh grip, gasping for sharp breaths, too limp, and too weak with his pain to do anything but hang there helplessly.

"You may not hurt him physically," Namjoon informed him coldly, pushing his glasses up further on the bridge of his nose. "But you destroy him from the inside out. You don't leave bruises, you leave permanent scars. And even though verbal abuse is subtle, it's just as damaging. You're proving that right now. Look at him. Do you really believe that this is love Seo-Jun? If you loved him, do you think he would be so afraid of you? Do you actually care about Jimin at all? Or are you just using him as your emotional punching bag?"

In one swift movement, Seo-Jun threw Jimin to the hard wooden floor, looking just slightly remorseful at the sound of his miserable cry, his fists clenched and the blood rushing to his face, twisted in denial and...fear.

"Shut up! You don't fucking know me!"

"Maybe not," Namjoon continued, his IQ of 148 shining through as he regarded him coolly. "But I do know that this relationship is not only toxic for Jimin, not only unhealthy, but downright painful. It's killing him. And you probably have your own issues, and for that I suggest you get serious help. But you can't keep taking it out on people. Not Jimin. And not anyone else. And we're not letting you hurt our baby anymore. So, we'll be packing his bags, and we'll be out in a few minutes. This relationship is officially over. Please don't bother him again."

Seo-Jun was paralyzed with shock as Jin gathered the sobbing boy into his arms, kissing him gently on the forehead, and reassuring him quietly as he carried him up to Jimin's bedroom, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Namjoon following after them to help him get his stuff in order, and leaving Hobi and Tae downstairs to watch Seo-Jun.

And as soon as they were all out of sight, Tae punched him hard across the face.