(Author's POV)

When Jimin woke up in Yoongi's arms he smiled softly until he remembered everything from the night before, at the bar. He got out of Yoongi's arms and went downstairs only to run into Namjoon in the hallway.

"Hey Jimin-shi! How did you sleep?" Namjoon said, smirking.

"I-i." Jimin stuttered as he started to tear up as he quickly went back to his room as he couldn't face Namjoon so soon afterwards. He slammed the door shut, locking it, going into the bathroom and locking that door as well. He turned on the shower, wanting to erase the feeling of Namjoon's hands on his body. He was sobbing as he waited for the shower to turn warm. He hopped in with his clothes on because he didn't want to feel even more vulnerable than he already felt. He sat down and held his knees to his chest.

(Jimin's POV)

Why couldn't I have been stronger? Why didn't I run? Why didn't I yell? Why didn't I hit him? I thought over and over, having my mind play that moment over and over in my head, thinking about all the things I could've done to prevent it. This is a sick joke and I hate it so much. Why can't I forget? What will the others think if they find out? As I sat there looking forwards, staring into nothingness, with nothing but my mind replaying how he shoved me onto my knees and how I pleaded and begged him not to do it, but it was in vain as I couldn't stop him because in the end he did it. He assaulted me and walked away like it was nothing. Once the water got cold I wiped my eyes and gently stood up and wrapped a towel around me so I didn't get water everywhere.

"Jimin? Are you okay in there?" Yoongi said gently knocking on the door.

"Y-yeah, I'll be right out I promise." I said clearing my throat and stripped my wet clothes off and wrapped myself in a towel and walked out to put on new ones. I trusted Yoongi, I know I probably shouldn't after everything that happened. I grabbed some clothes only to see him facing the door to give me some privacy. I smiled softly and quickly changed. I made up my mind about telling him, I can't, it would ruin him. He would feel completely helpless, that he was there the entire time and was completely oblivious as it happened. I knew I had to do everything in my power to stop anyone from finding out.

"You can turn around now." I said gently as I pulled my shirt down.

He turned around and smiled at me.

"Are you ready to go down for breakfast?"

"Yeah of course." I lied and grabbed his hand and we walked down together.

As we entered the dining room I froze when I saw that the only spot left was right by Namjoon. I took a deep breath and sat down between him and Yoongi. I began to eat slowly until I felt a hand touch my upper thigh. I choked on my food and gently took his hand off my thigh and put it on his own leg and returned to eating. I jumped slightly when he put his hand back on my thigh but higher and gripped it tighter. I was frozen stiff in my chair until Jungkook gave me a weird look.

"Are you okay hyung? You looked a little scared?"

"Sorry, I was lost in a daydream. I'm not that hungry so if you would excuse me, I would like to go practice a bit more." I said getting up only for Namjoon to glare at me. Oh shit, I feel like I'm going to truly regret that later.

I put on my shoes and put my keys and wallet in my pocket and walked to the studio to practice. I went in and stretched and began a couple warm up moves. After my muscles were warmed and stretched I was completely ready to begin. I put the music on and began to dance until my lungs burned and I was covered in sweat. I heard the door open and looked over to see Namjoon walk in.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I grabbed my phone and quickly tried to leave only for him to grab the back of my shirt and shoved me into the wall.

"Hey baby boy, it's so glad to see you again, especially when you are all sweaty and hot, just for me."

"Hyung, please stop. I want you to leave me alone."

"Aww baby boy finally found a voice except for the fact that I know that you are horribly desperate to keep this a secret. It would be a shame if Yoongi hyung found out right, and the others. How pathetic do you think they will think you are after knowing that you couldn't push me away and didn't say anything. We both know that they would look down on you for it because you should've been able to push me away." He said smirking, knowing that he hit hard in the most sensitive part of my heart.

I looked down and became the same enclosed quiet guy I was months ago. How come it takes months and years to get better but it only takes a couple of seconds to completely ruin things. I slowly nodded and shut my eyes, waiting for the worst to happen only for it to never come. I slowly opened my eyes to see Namjoon on the ground clutching his hand as Hoseok was standing over him.

"Are you alright Jimin, did he do something just now?"

"N-no he didn't. Thank you for doing that. I highly appreciate it."

"Look Jimin, I heard all of it. I'm really sorry for the things he did to you." He said softly, looking at me.

I teared up and nodded my head.

"Oh um thank you hyung, but can we just forget about it for now, if that's possible. I'm really tired and I just need to sleep or think for a bit."

"Jimin, I want you to know that everything he said wasn't true. We will always have your back and that they would never think any less of you for it."

"Thank's hyung. Can we go home now?" I gently asked, wiping my eyes. He nodded and walked me to his car and we pulled out of the parking lot ready to go back to the apartment, leaving Namjoon on the floor holding his hand.

"So why did you come here? I'm completely grateful but also curious?"

"I wanted to maybe help you with your dance, since you practice a lot, I wanted to help take some doubt away."