No one told him it would be so quiet .
He was supposed to scream .
He was supposed to fight .
And there should be bruises and blood.
And it wasn't like that at all .
He was lifeless .the tears gently trickled sideways off his face onto the mans massive palm clasped over his mouth .
It was salty .
it tasted like sweat and cigarettes .
Sometimes his head bashed onto the marble tiles with the force of him .
At some point he became lifeless , his body thudding with no fight .
Even when he left and jimin slid to the floor of the bathroom stall
He was supposed to cry .
He didn't .
He was supposed to call someone . He was supposed to do something . Chase him . Scream . Anything .
He sat there quietly , exhausted . Empty .
He tried to button his shirt but his fingers trembled too badly , so he let them rest . Leaning against the wall , breathing heavily .
He didn't notice a small indiscriminate pool of red blossoming around him .
" jimin ?" Someone was in the toilet . He didn't know if he was thankful or scared . He opened his eyelids slowly , barely rolling his eyes up . He was so tired .
It was jungkook
." Jimin-ssiiiii," the younger boy laughed at his own informality ."jiiimiiin," he cooed.
He saw his feet behind the cubicle
" don't ," jimin croaked
He swung open the door still laughing