Fully written by Gonewiththewind03 / Aria.

It might be a small incident, but it's my way of coping. So suck it up.

Ship: Minimoni

Summary: Namjoon has to act like the anchor for Jimin's storm-stricken, terrified ship.

(🔺TW - Mentions of exhibitionism (sexual abuse)🔺)

College student! Park Jimin
College student! Kim Namjoon

Song: As the world caves in - Sarah Cothran

2333 words

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For once, Jimin had a good day at college. For once, the classes went smoothly. For once, he had gotten along with his classmates without embarrassing himself. A normal day with little to no fatigue. And tomorrow was a holiday

Like every plot twist in movies, his day took a turn. And maybe to scar him forever. And maybe for him to hate humans all together.

After bidding good byes to his friends, Jimin made his way to his shared apartment, which was about 15 minutes away. Plugging in his earphones, Jimin walked in shortcut paths which was more to the open.

The afternoon sun scorching bright onto his face, the pink head skipped along the road which was scarcely populated as it was odd time for the college to close. Wondering about getting an ice-cream back home so that he can binge scroll through Instagram, Jimin quietly saw a bike pass by his side. A little far too close.

Ignoring the small thing, he sang along in his head to the song that was playing. Soon the bike came in his view yet again and it seemed like the man riding it needed help. Taking off his earphones, Jimin heard the man asking for the directions.

"Oh, well it's on the other side. You'll have to get two lefts from here and then one right to the main Street. Going straight you'll find the mall at the side."

Jimin answered truthfully. He was genuinely helping that guy who looked not much older than him. Though, Jimin found it a little weird that the guy asked him on an abandoned road rather than going on the busy road where he would find the actual crowd.

But it was even more concerning that he could easily use Google maps to find it, rather than asking an 18 year old boy on a sunny afternoon. Dismissing it all, Jimin tried to be of help.

"So, which college are you from?"
The man asked, straying away from the topic of directions.

"That one, right there."
Jimin pointed out. Maybe it was a teeny bit out of the way.

"Well, my friends have a project video to spread a message where we are including people from other colleges, could you be of help?"
The man asked with a convincing voice. That should have put on all the red lights in Jimin's mind, but it didn't.

That man was a stranger after all.

"Oh no. You're mistaken. I'm not into acting or any extra curricular activities. I'm sure you can ask my college mates there."
Jimin politely refused.

"You could do it. It's a small thing. I'll even take you there."
The man spoke with a demanding yet cunning gentle note.

"No... No I can't."
Jimin stood his ground.

"You do watch movies or videos right? I mean, I'm going to a mall."
The man was prolonging their talk and Jimin was frankly lost.

He never spoke to people, given his introverted and shy nature. And especially not strangers. But today was a good day, he had learnt new things at college, spoke more openly with his friends. The giddiness that his body held was due to the fact he had overcome another day without feeling tired.

"Nope, just music. Been busy studying for exams."
Jimin spoke still adjusting his bag straps. The gazes lasted longer. More hungry. More playfully lusted.

"Oh that's why the pretty spectacles?"
The man commented, while nearing his bike handle closer to Jimin's hip. This was the first time he even spoke about his physical appearance.

The guy spoke gesturing Jimin's glasses. It wasn't a compliment. Jimin knew it for the other's tone was a little off. He felt uncomfortable in this situation. He could no longer hide it as he noticed the weirdness of this whole thing.

"Uh... That's actually my genetics."
Jimin awkwardly spoke, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Anyways, do you have any safety pins? As you can see..."
The man asked, blatantly ignoring Jimin's explanation.

Looking at the place where the man pointing to, he saw that his whole dick being on display. He hadn't even noticed it, so engrossed in trying to answer the man. He was so fucking naive. Scared to death, Jimin gave a clumsy excuse to get away.

"Uh... I got to go...."

With sweat covering his pale skin, Jimin ran back to the apartment. People looked at him if he were a madman, but he couldn't care any less. His heart rate erratic and his mind clouded with nothing, Jimin tripped badly on the stairs up, scraping his knees. Ignoring the dull ache, he got in with a rush.

Closing the door hastily, he was struck with a realisation if that guy followed him here. Thus, he checked his bag for an tracking devices. Maybe it was an exaggerated response. Maybe even absurd, but the pink head had watched enough thriller movies to tell that it could all be true as well.

His mind hadn't even come to terms with what had happened. Recalling the entire incident, he was disgusted by the man's exhibition. He knew it was just another body part, but then no one shows them out loud unless they want to do the dirty deed.

So basically it was a sexual harrasment of the lowest form.

It didn't exactly have to be touching him, or him getting assaulted. He felt uncomfortable. No human should make another feel that way in their own skin.

Jimin was an innocent naive little boy. He was strong when it came to his beliefs, rights and strength. He was a little badass as well, but this wasn't what he expected in the adult world. This was just too much of a change from his childhood.

The boy had loving parents, who always created the perfect atmosphere for him all these years of his life. He never had fights, nor any huge incidents in his life. He was always the good kid of the school. So what did he do to deserve those ugly nasty looks from that pervert? He had done nothing to him, then why?

Was his way of dressing up suggestive? Or was it the way he walked? Or was it his words? Or was it just because he was himself?

But he had worn an oversized brown hoodie and blue baggy jeans which didn't even show his form. Jimin limped weakly to the sofa nearby. His legs hurt from all the running. It was the fastest he had done in a while. He couldn't help but think where he went wrong.

And those dirty glances, wetted lips, crooked brows, and the unpredictability of the situation dawned upon on him. What if he was kidnapped? Or forced into the black market? Or even worse killed?

So deep in thoughts, that the pink head didn't recognise his room mate in front of him. Namjoon hadn't expected to come early and see up a crying and shaking Jimin on the sofa. The taller boy had no idea as to what had happened.

"Min, you good? What's wrong?"
Namjoon asked as treaded closer to the boy on the couch.

"G-Get AWAY from ME"
Jimin shouted with his arms still around his own body.

"Minnie, it's me, Joonie!!"
Namjoon called out as he touched the other lightly on his shoulder.

"H-hyung?"
Jimin questioned as he turned his face to look upto the older who stood with worried eyes. The pink head didn't wait long to crash onto the taller who steadied the both of them.

Namjoon quickly sat on the couch, as Jimin clutched his white dress shirt, in desperate attempts of grounding himself. Namjoon could feel the shivering form and immediately rubbed the boy's back.

"What happened?"
The blonde boy asked as he hooked a finger under the smaller's chin so as to face him.

"I-I don'...know. I-was coming h...ome and then... that guy showed h...his dick. And i... got scared and t-then"
Jimin stuttered, all while panicking hard enough to hyperventilate.

"Baby, did he hurt you? Or touch you? Or chase you?"

Namjoon asked as he sat up with high alert. He held the younger as close as possible. From whatever fragments that he understood of Jimin's gibberish, some man had done something to scare the poor boy.

"No, but I'm scared. H-he'll come here."
Jimin cowered further into Namjoon's chest as to hide from the outside world. From him.

"Bubba, stop panicking. See there's a lock. He can't get in."
Namjoon calmly spoke as he still held out his protective arms around the boy.

"Come on, I know my Minnie is the strongest. Let's cuddle, hmmm?"
Namjoon encouraged the boy to get up and sleep. He figured out if Jimin can't speak about it just yet, then maybe sleeping would do better wonders.

"Kay hyungie."
Jimin answered as he got up from Namjoon's lap still to hold the taller's hands that engulfed his smaller ones.

Namjoon led Jimin to his room, who promptly got into the bed, not bothering to change his clothes. Soon with the comforting pair of arms around his waist and the gentle breathing of the older, Jimin lulled himself into sleep.

The evening light with a hint of purple illuminated Namjoon's room. White blankets which reflected the colours to make it more bright. And the two people on the bed laid still. Except one was awake.

Jimin had already woken up with a slight remainder of the buzz under his skin. He so immediately wanted to scratch at it. Wanted to rip it off. Wanted to sit under the hit shower to forget it all. But then his mind was already working with gears in the open.

Maybe he over reacted. It was afterall just a dick. Others had it worse, like actually getting raped or sexually assaulted. He just... didn't expect this. Maybe that man didn't mean that, maybe it was just a mistake. But, he couldn't wipe off that dark gaze flickering in the man's eyes.

Jimin couldn't stop but think he was stupid to be so cheerful at times. To be so helpful that it came biting his back. Then he felt bad for Namjoon. He had simply burdened his already worked up body. Made him cuddle Jimin, when he especially hated skinship of sorts. He was just stupid and overbearing to everyone.

"Stop worrying with that pretty little head of yours, yeah?"
A deep voice startled the boy who cowered further to hide his red tear filled eyes.

"Sorry hyung."
Jimin mumbled lowly.

"Don't worry. Want to talk about it?"
Namjoon asked genuinely worried for the boy who had started shivering like before.

"N-no"
Jimin stuttered.

Namjoon wasn't sure if words could soothe the boy's racing heart. He could only imagine what could have happened that shook the boy to this extent. Pulling the younger close, Namjoon found Jimin's whole body upon himself. But the boy hardly weighed anything for the Namjoon to be pressurised.

"We creep up on extinction
I pull your arms right in
I weep and say 'Goodnight love'~"

Namjoon knew his singing wasn't as polished as Jimin, but he knew that if he could atleast make the other laugh by his voice cracks, it was good enough. He could feel Jimin's breaths on his chest. It had slowed down comparatively.

"And here it is our final night alive
Oh boy it's you!~"

And there it was the laugh he had waited for. Of course, no inexperienced human can get the high pitch of this song in one go. But it was all worth it. Jimin raised his head away from Namjoon's chest to stare at the older.

"I don't know much, but i hope you know you didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't how you spoke or dressed. Sone people are just fucked up. And they try to project it on others. Just carry a pen knife from next time, hmm?"

Namjoon spoke with his calm voice that could put anyone in a trance. And Jimin was no saint to refute these claims. Playing with the freshly dyed pink hair, Namjoon found himself lost in time.

"Yeah. Thanks hyung. I'm sorry I wasted your time. I'll get up."
Jimin spoke as he tried getting up with his hands on Joon's shoulders to pace.

"No pabo, I got my rest as well and there's nothing more important than your safety."
Namjoon sternly pulled Jimin back, making him hiss in pain. It wasn't exactly the force with which he was brought down, but his scrapped knee that he had totally forgotten.

"What's wrong!? Did he hurt you anywhere?"
Namjoon asked as his senses alerted at the pained noise.

"No, I fell on my way back because I was scared."
Jimin clarified, as he got up to check his knee. Pushing his pants further, he found that it was bruised a little, turning the lightest shade of blue.

"Oh jiminie! Don't worry I'll put some ointment."
Namjoon spoke as he inspected the area of hurt. Uncapping the bottle, Namjoon poured some to massage at Jimin's pale bruised knee.

"I love you, hyung!"
Jimin blurted out, as he saw Namjoon intently apply the cream with his tongue poking out.

"Love you too, Minnie"
Namjoon replied with a dimpled smile on his soft lips.

Jimin found his day to be happy again with Namjoon's help. That devil of a man didn't have the right to ruin his day, yet he did it anyways. But the older blonde boy will always be there to fix Jimin's smile. No matter what.