Protection.

Thats what Jimin has finally felt around him after what seems like eternity to him.

Finally the touch that he has been yearning for so much, that he has even forgot it. Finally.

"Your arms," Jungkook whispered as he scanned the purple and blue patches on the youth's skin. Swiping his hands away, Jimin's eyes locked with the other boy.

"Im sorry."

•••

On an unfamiliar couch. Unfamiliar faces. Unfamiliar sounds surrounded the two as Jimin trembled by Jungkook, still keeping his distant. He was finally at home. On the family living room.

Its been forever since he last stepped in this room. He always locked himself in the room.

But now free and safe.

"We have brought a psychologist in. She will be with you all long as you need. You will be staying with Mr Kim Seokjin. He is a good man and is now your caretaker till you are eighteen."

Taking all this information in from the female chief police, Jimin nodded his head, still shivering.

Walking off from the two, Jungkook pulled The smaller boy's head to the side and let him rest on his shoulder.

Jungkook didnt want Jimin to suffer with this. It was too much for the boy to handle.

"My friend has contacted the school and told them that you will need a week or two off. Ill be visiting you everyday and maybe stay over if Seokjin lets me."

Jimin nodded his head once again, feeling afraid to talk.

Moving the hair out of the fragile's boy face, he stared at him softly. "Lets go home."

•••

Two luggages and one art bag is all Jimin needed to move in with Seokjin. Two unknown built men walked into a room, carrying his luggage and placed them to the side. Namjoon awkwardly slipped through them and adjusted his suit, sitting next to Jimin.

"You might not know Seokjin or me but we are here for you okay?"

Gulping softly, Jimin shyly nodded his head and scavenged to his suitcase, shuffling on his knees and unpacked his things.

Once he finished, he sat on his bed and looked around his room. A dirty red wooden bed placed in the middle against the wall with a TV hanging on the ceiling. Draws with his clothings and a door that connected to his bathroom.

A slight creak was heard as Jimin whipped his head to the noise and saw Jungkook leaning on the door frame, arms crossed.

Within seconds, Jungkook lifted the boy up and held him close, stroking his hair. "Im not letting you out of my sight. Ever."

Melting into his arms, Jimin nodded his head. He would like that. A sudden realisation slapped him in the face and pushed Jungkook away.

"You okay Jimin?"

Jimin felt a rock in his throat. He swore he heard his mum shout.

"S-she's here."

Confusingly tilting his head to the side, Jungkook slowly understood what he meant by 'she'.

"She's gone baby. You don't have to worry."

Maybe his mind was playing with him. But Jimin was still afraid that his mum is going to storm in and pull him away. Once again.

He's scared.

He doesn't have the guts to betray his mother.

"Jimin baby. Shes gone. she's been taken away."

Trembling with fear, Jungkook gave a slight sigh and cupped the boy's cheeks.

"Minnie baby. Forget about that old rat. Whatever she said to you was wrong. She was brainwashing you."

Jimin shook his head. "M-mum just wanted me to do well."

"By beating you up?"

Nodding his head, slouching down, Jimin mumbled the next few words. "She said it's tough love."

Wiping his tears away with his fist, making his eyes sore, Jungkook released his hands and replaced his thumb.

"Baby you might not think it now. But that was not love baby."

A pause was made and Jimin nodded his head. He slowly understood. He honestly didn't know why he was sticking up for his mum.

Probably because he was scared that she was listening. Probably because of the continuous shouts and commands his mum hammered in.

Jimin doesn't know.

But now, he knows that Jungkook was right.

"What things did she say to you. Give me an example." Jungkook spoke soothingly, rubbing the smaller boy's back.

"My mum says that people like you are usually dangerous."

"Are you a mummy's baby boy?"

"No."

"Then who's?"

"I'm your baby boy."