"Fuck you! I hate you so fucking much, do you even know what you did to him! How could you! Jimin loves you with everything he had and you fucking broke him! Go to hell you piece of shit!"

Tae screamed, and screamed, losing control, and forgetting all self restraint as his fists crashed into Seo-Jun's face, blood smearing his knuckles, and tears running down his flushed cheeks.

He hated him.

He hated him for hurting his best friend.

Hobi and Namjoon jumped into action, dragging Tae away and holding him still between them even as he sobbed, thrashing around and shouting curses at the bruised boy on the floor, who looked half angry and half guilty, maybe only just now realizing the consequences of his actions, realizing the only person willing to put up with him for so long was finally caring for himself first.

He would not be used anymore.

He wasn't a toy.

He was a person.

And maybe that was why he didn't say anything back as Tae continued to insult him, calling him every name under the sun, residing to simply sitting in silence with a scowl on his lips, wincing occasionally at the muffled cries from upstairs.

As Jimin was carried back down, this time huddled up in Yoongi's arms, the others tugging his suitcases behind them, Tae immediately composed himself, wanting to be as supportive as possible for his friend.

He knew anger wasn't what Jimin needed right now.

Instead he walked over, running his fingers through his hair and wiping away his shining tears with a soft smile, and a quiet coo of reassurance, and Jimin gave him a weak grin, and even though it wobbled and shook with barely contained sobs, Tae knew that in time, Jimin would be okay.

They hurried to the car, tucking him back into the backseat, stuffing that bags in the trunk, and as Namjoon turned to leave, Seo-Jun finally spoke up.

"Where...where will he go?"

Namjoon sighed, tilting his head slightly.

"In all honesty, I don't believe you have the right to know. He'll be safe. We'll take care of him."

He didn't argue, only nodding sullenly in response, and Namjoon pulled a card out of his pocket, pressing it into Seo-Jun's hand.

"That's my old therapists' number," he told him, striding out of the doorway. "Give her a call some time."

And they left, driving away, back to the safety of Yoongi's apartment for a night of movies and hot chocolate, and lots of cuddles, and leaving Seo-Jun on the floor of his empty kitchen, downing bottles of beer and questioning his life choices.