Namjoon's POV

"Is he out?" Jungkook asks, coming out from behind a tree.

"Yes, now pick him up carefully." I roll my eyes, picking up Jimin's phone.

"Jimin!? Are you okay!?" Taemin yells from the phone.

"Shut up and listen Taemin." I put the phone up to my face.

"N-namjoon? Oh thank god is just you. Why did you knock him out!? I will punch you!" Taemin starts raging.

"Taemin, I need you to listen to me, please." I sigh, massaging my left temple.

"Okay what, it better be good." He growls.

"I need you to come to Korea." I state bluntly, watching Jungkook pick up a sleeping Jimin.

"Uh... why? I mean totally but why?" He frowns.

"Because Jimin is going to be having a rough time. We fight for periods of time and he's no use to it all. We need you here to keep him sane and make sure he's happy when we can't. You also haven't seen him since his parents died. He needs you." I explain, feeling a small pang in my heart.

"I'd come but.. I don't have the money." He sighs dreadfully.

"We'll pay for you, don't worry. It's actually already taken care of. You should be getting a ticket in the mail tomorrow. The flight is in two days and you'll be here within three. We'll surprise Jimin when he's asleep or something." I smile.

"Wow... I couldn't ask you to do that." He says with a sad expression. "It's your money Namjoon, that's too big of a thing to do when we barley know each other." He sighs.

"True, but like you said, it's my money. And I'm loaded hun, so it's really not a problem. Anyways, pack your things, I'll pick you up at the airport in a few days." I say cheekily.

"Did you just call me-" I cut him off.

"Hush, pack your things. And... don't tell Jimin, please." I plead, turning to Jungkook.

"I won't, I promise. If this is for my Minnie, it'll be the best thing ever." He smiles brightly.

"Right." I reply, another pang going to my heart when he said 'My Minnie'.

"Can we go now, I'm hungry." Jungkook sighs, holding Jimin by his thighs.

"Yeah yeah one second." I roll my eyes.

"Alright, we good then?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, thank you." He smiles and hangs up.

"So he agreed right?" Jungkook frowns.

"Of course he did." I look to Jimin, his rosy cheek pressed against Jungkook's shoulder, making his plump lips part.

"Good, Jimin needs him." He sighs, nuzzling his head into the crook of Jimin's neck as he keeps walking.

"You know he's going to freak out when he wakes up right?" Jungkook sighs after a while.

"Yes, that's why Yoongi will be with him." I shrug, walking out of the forest.

"Why Yoongi?" Jungkook frowns.

"Because like Taemin, he has a sort of connection with Yoongi." I shrug again.

"I'm not even going to bother trying to understand you." He sighs, bouncing Jimin up a little. Our conversation ends there as we get to the front of the house.

"Kim Namjoon! Where have you- AHH!!" Jin screams. He runs from the front door down to us and looks at Jimin.

"What happened to him!? Who did this!? Is he okay? My poor baby!" Jin cries, taking Jimin from Jungkook quickly and inspecting the sleeping boy.

"Jin, he's fine. I had to knock him out to get Taemin on facetime." I shrug. Jin looks at me with a piercing gaze.

"Excuse me?" He says sickly calm, raising an eyebrow.

"I knocked him out?" I question.

"Kim Namjoon, you are here by banished from eating my food until further notice." He growls, gracefully turning around and walking back in the house with a 'hmph', Jimin now being carried bridal style.

"What's got his panties in a bunch?" Jungkook pouts.

"Namjoon?" He asks again, waving a hand in my face.

"F-food... food is gone. I- I can't have Jin's cooking. I'm b-b-" I stutter, not be living what he just said.

"Oh suck it up you big baby, it's not a big deal." Jungkook slaps my arm and walks inside.

"Food.."
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Jimin's POV

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My back is in pain
I'm gonna kill someone too

Whoever knocked me out will pay once I figure out where I am. I open my eyes and frown, seeing my familiar room. I sit up, wincing in pain, the back of my shoulders hurting. Whoever the hell hit me has a strong arm or... whatever they used.

"Careful." I hear a voice next to me. I flip my head to the direction and see Yoongi sitting on a backwards chair.

"Why are you here?" I ask, tracing a hand from my thigh to my neck and rubbing.

"What, no hi Yoongi, where am I? What happened? Why do you look so handsome today?" He pouts.

"Okay, hi Yoongi, I know I'm in my room, what happened?" I cross my arms.

"You're forgetting something." He sings.

"You don't look handsome though." I shrug. He looks a little offended but brushes it off.

"Don't get mad but Namjoon and Jungkook followed you when you were talking with Taemin. Joon knocked you out so he could talk to Taemin about something private." Yoongi explains, repositioning himself in his seat.

"He could've just asked to talk to Taemin, he didn't need to follow me. I thought he was supposed to be the smart one." I frown.

"Well sometimes his IQ is at zero and other times its like it's at 200." He chuckles.

"What did he hit me with?" I ask, wincing as I move my arm.

"Uh I think just his hand." He shrugs, standing up and sitting behind me on the bed. He pulls down the collar of my shirt and looks.

"Hm.. there's a bruise." He sighs.

"Great, another one." I sigh. 

"What do you mean another one?" Yoongi asks, a frown evident in his tone.

"Oh uh... I just have bruises from bumping into stuff and falling. I'm pretty clumsy." I laugh it off.

"Where?" He asks, lightly tugging on my shirt.

"Why?" I turn my head to look at him.

"Just tell me where." He rolls his eyes.

"It's just my back and stomach." I shrug. He pulls on the hem of my shirt and leans his chin on my shoulder.

"Can I?" He asks softly.

"Uh... sure." I mumble. He takes off my shirt, throwing it to the side. I feel his cold, soft fingers trace the bruises on my back lightly.

"There aren't that many." I shrug.

"Do they hurt?" He asks, pressing on a few.

"Not if you push on them. They hurt at random times though." I tsk my tongue, fiddling with my fingers.

"I'm going to make them better, okay?" He says softly, moving behind me.

"Um I don't know how you're going to do that, but okay." I answer back, my voice quieting down, becoming a little raspy. There's no sound or movement for a few moments before I feel something warm on the lower right of my neck.

His breath, no, his lips!

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Every bruise on my back is kissed, one of his hands resting on my hip.

"Y-yoongi." I mumble, putting a hand of my own on the one claiming my hip.

"Calm down, this means nothing." He coos in my ear. He swiftly crawls in front of me, inspecting my chest and stomach.
He puts a hand back on my hip as he kisses the purple bruise between my pecs I got from falling on a simple Lego toy. He kisses the yellowish bruise on my left rib, the red mark on my right rib, the dark blue mark on my stomach and the final one right above my hip bone. Each bruise now has a lingering heat feeling, knowing Yoongi has claimed them with his impeccable lips.

"Now you should feel better." He grins softly.  I don't know what comes over me as I lean forwards, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him. He gladly accepts, making me sit on his lap, his hands being lightly placed on my hips.

"Jimin." He says through the kiss. I moan a response, tugging at his hair. He kisses back, pulling me closer than ever possible, our stomachs touching. His hands squeeze around my hips, trailing down to my ass before they stop.

"Jimin we can't." He sighs, pecking my lips before resting his forehead on mine.

"Why not." I pout. He frowns a little and leans back.

"I think I remember you saying that you aren't gay to a girl." He crosses his arms.

"Shut up." I look away. It's not my fault I can't make up my mind. He just helps me and cares for me so I thought he deserved a kiss... that's all. 

"It's okay, we don't have to talk about that right now, come downstairs." He says, patting my thigh and getting off the bed.

"Why? I want to sleep." I pout and lay down.

"No, we need to go see Namjoon, and I'm hoping for a little fight." He chuckles, throwing me my shirt.

"The only fighting I do is in bed." I smirk, throwing on my shirt.

"E-excsue me?" Yoongi coughs. 

"I'm kidding Yoongi, don't get your panties in a bunch." I roll my eyes and slip off the bed. I pat his shoulder before walking to the door. 

"Oh, and to answer your other question, you don't look handsome. You look hot as fuck." I grin and walk out of the room. 

"Aha! I knew it!" Yoongi laughs, catching up to me. "You know you can't resist these good looks." He grins cheekily.

"I can try as hard as I can." I shrug, hopping off the last step. 

"Whatever." He chuckles, slinging an arm around my shoulders. We enter the living room to see Jungkook sitting and talking with everyone else.

"Jimin." Hoseok notices me first. I give him a small wave, still remembering what him and Taehyung caused. Namjoon turns around from talking with Jungkook. He looks at me and walks over, crossing his arms once he's in front of me.

"Hey shortie." He smirks.

"I won't be the short one in a minute." I move one of my legs back.

"Oh yeah, why's that?" He grins, leaning down to my height with a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Eh, surprise mother fucker." I cackle, swinging my leg forward and kicking his family jewels. 
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Ahhhhh only one chapter I'm sorry 😭 My mom made me work out and I'm drained and all afternoon I was grocery shopping. My sister also had to sleep in my (queen size) bed cuz of some stupid zombie picture or something and I did not get a good sleep. 

Anyways hope you enjoy, Hybrid Hop will have to either be Friday or Saturday.  Anyways, don't forget to vote, comment and follow me.

-Aurora   💜