Yoongi wasn't here today :/ he didn't pick up our calls either. Wonder why... But it's okay. Today was an okay day I guess.

-Jimin.

Jimin finally talked to Jungkook without feeling intimidated. He felt accomplished. And quite happy. Walking down the street, he looked up at the blue sky filled with clouds.

Beautiful. It was so beautiful. Suddenly a sharp pain hit his rib, along with a loud bounce echoing through his ears. Hissing in pain, he held his side and quietly looked down, a bright orange basketball rolling away.

"Hey loser!" Jimin turned around, his eyes immediately widened and ran as fast as he could from the 3 standing behind him. Keith's taller friend ran after Jimin, tugging him back harshly by his hair. Jimin winced in pain and let out a quiet whimper.

"I didn't do anything now what?" Jimin snapped. Keith only scoffed and looked at him. "You're still at the school that's what."

Keith. Jimin never did anything to him. But he always gave him threats at school. He didn't want anyone knowing since he thought they were empty threats.

"Look let's just-" Keith forcefully kicked Jimin right in the stomach, knocking all the wind out of him. Keith's friend let go of Jimin's hair causing him to drop to the floor immediately. Groaning in pain, Jimin held his stomach tightly trying to weaken the pain.

Jimin knew no one was in their houses to help. There was work and school all the time on Wednesdays. The three guys towered over Jimin, blocking him from the rays of the sun. A kick hit Jimin's back. Then another one on his leg. And a hard punch on his face. The punch kept going on and on and on, leaving red trickling down Jimin's cheekbones and lips.

Balling up, Jimin put his arms in front of his face, praying for someone to come out and help him. Hoping somewhere in this rich neighborhood, someone saw him and pried Keith and his minions off. But they continued landing kicks making Jimin cough up red fluid. Pain shot up every inch of his body.

Keith stopped making his friends stop kicking him. "Shhhhh listen to that lovely sound." Keith put his hand up to his ear, gesturing to listen.

Crying. Jimin was crying uncontrollably on the ground, not caring if they heard anymore. He didn't dare move knowing it'll hurt him more. Pain burned through his whole body, spreading and searing to his head.

Keith chuckled "Aw is this wimp crying for his mommy now?" Jimin only replied with a shaky breath.

"Answer me you bitch" Keith pulled out something from his pocket, crouching down next to Jimin. Jimin shook his head slightly, pursing his lips together as tears slipped out of his eyes onto the cold, hard ground.

"With. Words." The other two laughed hysterically in the back while Keith pressed something on the object in his hands.

A switchblade. Great. Jimin became petrified, eyes widening on the switchblade. "Now, sit- oh I meant lay still and make you look like the Joker with this little thing." A smile spread across Keith's face. Jimin's entire body went limp as Keith grabbed his arm, holding it tightly and holding the blade high. He slashed it fast, making a big cut on Jimin's lower arm.

Jimin stared in horror as beads of blood popped out, slowly streaming down his arm. "Oopsie I spilled Jimin's tomato juice" The three others watched Keith laugh like a psychopath. His friends trying to find words to say.

"W-we th-thought it was for em-empty threats-" "You w-went way too far-" "We didn't sign up for this-" "You almost hit his vein!"

Keith stared back at the two blankly, putting a finger on his chin, tapping it lightly. "Hm... You're right. I did almost hit his vein. What a fail I missed. Darn! If I only cut deeper!" Keith started laughing away again, turning back to Jimin.

"Now! Time for your face!" Keith brought the blade closer to Jimin's face as Jimin was immobilized. Like a magnet attracted to the ground. Jimin's crying became worse as he began choking on his blood and gasping for air.

"HEY DICKHEADS! LEAVE. THE KID ALONE." A familiar deep voice boomed. Jimin, still looking at the ground, could not see the owner of the voice. Keith turned around, looking at the house in front of Jimin. Jimin saw a silouhette of a guy leaning against the white doorframe through his own tears drenched bangs. Keith quietly put away the switchblade.

"Well you know you can get your rich ass, back in the rich ass house! It's none of your fucking business anyways." Keith retorted back. The guy scoffed, walking closer. Jimin, still quietly crying, finally recognized the guy about to save him.

"Well you shouldn't be spilling anything in my property." The guy continued to slowly trudge foward. "I said, it's not your business." Keith pulled out the switchblade and Jimin hoping the other didn't get harmed.

But then, the other pulled out something else in hand. A gun. "I. Also. Said. Leave." Keith gulped, running away, his friends trailing close behind him.

Kneeling down, Yoongi tapped Jimin's shoulder lightly, causing Jimin to jump, surprised at the sudden touch. "Hey, what's your name? I can hel-" Yoongi gasped as he recognized the younger. "Jimin!? Holy shit you're fucking bleeding!"

Yoongi held Jimin close, attempting to pick him up but failing. He ended up just holding Jimin on the spot. Jimin's crying didnt stop.

Jimin, in between breaths attempted to speak. "Yoo... Yo.... Yoon-" Yoongi gently hushed him, rocking him like a baby.

"Look, let's just get you in okay? I'm sorry I can't carry you right now but I'm going to need your help and stadium up if you can, okay?" Jimin nodded in agreement and the two slowly entered the house. Each step was a struggle for the two. Yoongi tried to hold himself and Jimin up while Jimin was trying to not put all of his body weight on Yoongi.

Yoongi layed Jimin on the couch and quickly ran up his stairs getting a bag of frozen peas, wet towel, and a box with varieties of band aids.

After about thirty minutes, Jimin's crying subsided and Yoongi sat on the ground next to the couch taking care of Jimin.

Curiously, Jimin managed to croak out "Yoongi... How come you couldn't carry me? Am I really that fat?" Yoongi scoffed. "You're skinny what do you mean? I have a fever Jimin. It took a lot of energy to get my ass off my bed and rescue you."

Jimin touched Yoongi's cheek. It was burning. But it felt weird to Jimin's numb hand. "I know I don't look sick but I am dying inside trust me" Jimin nodded, understanding him.

"Where did you get the gun from? I'm sorry I'm curious..." Yoongi took out the gun, staring blankly at it. Jimin's eyes widened not used to seeing a gun in real life. "This.... It has no bullets don't worry it can't hurt anyone
Just for threats." Jimin sighed "oh good cause I thought you would shoot Keith"

They laughed for a bit until everything was quiet again for a while.

"... Hey... Yoongi can you please do something for me?" Yoongi looked at him curiously, humming in response. "Okay one, can I please sleep over I don't want my mom's heart breaking seeing me like this and don't tell anyone I'm begging you"

Yoongi nodded smiling at him, wholeheartedly. "Of course! Just get more rest and maybe we'll just both take naps." Then the two completely knocked out for the day.