8:45 a.m.

Jimin stumbled back from the door in shock. His stomach twisted and he began to feel sick. "K-Kris," he stammered. "what are you doing here?"

Kris chuckled, stepping into his apartment. "I came to see you Jimin, aren't you happy to see me?" He asked. Jimin swallowed nervously, shaking his head.

"N-No," he began. "I'm not. Go away, leave me alone."

"Baby–"

"Don't call me that." Jimin snapped suddenly. Kris sighed, quickly reaching out to grab Jimin's arm. Spinning them around, Kris pinned Jimin against the wall, his nose brushing against the skin of his neck. Jimin thrashes in his hold. "Let go of me!" He shouted.

"Baby, stop." Kris growled, smacking the side of his leg. Jimin yelped. "You haven't changed a bit over the last four years. Except for the fact where you got hot as fuck." Kris chuckled. "Not the same nerdy boy huh?"

Jimin could feel the tears pooling in his eyes and Kris began to kiss his neck. He felt like he was going to throw up. The sensation didn't feel the same as when Yoongi kisses him. Jimin finally got his arm free and pushed him away. "Get out." Jimin begged. "Leave me alone Kris." Kris rolled his eyes.

"Fine. But don't think you can get rid of me that easy baby boy, I'll be back." Kris winked at him, marching out of the apartment. Jimin slammed the door behind him.

With the door locked, Jimin began to cry uncontrollably. He felt gross and tainted. The only person he wanted to touch him that way was Yoongi. Jimin felt sick to his stomach and slightly dizzying. He ran to the bathroom and almost didn't make it in time. He emptied out the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

It took several minutes for Jimin to not feel as nauseous as he previously did, and after about half an hour he was able to drag himself to his feet. He stripped himself of his clothing and ran the warm water for a shower.

No amount of scrubbing could make Jimin feel ‘clean’. He still felt icky after about an hour or so of being in the shower. Jimin began crying again, slumping down his knees. Warm water splashed down on his, running down his body and dripping from his face.

He eventually shut the water off and got out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around him, padding into his room. He changed into some clean clothes and curled up into a ball on his bed. He missed Yoongi.

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Yoongi is about four hours from finishing his shift at the bookstore when he notices that Jimin had called him. That wasn't uncommon. The younger typically called to leave some cute message or update him on his day, but this time it was different. Jimin has called 42 times and that worries Yoongi.

He finished placing a few more books on the shelf before grabbing his phone off the counter and slipping into the back room. He unlocks his phone and lifts it to his ear to hear the voicemail that was left.

Yoongi's stomach drops the moment he hears Jimin's voice. He sounds so broken, and he's crying. Yoongi doesn't even bother listening to the whole message, when Jimin says I need you he's running out of the back room and out the door of the shop. He'd explain to April later why he just ran out but right now he needed to get home.

Panic sets in when Yoongi barges into Jimin's apartment and he's not there. "JIMIN!" He shouted, but he doesn't get a response. He checks the bathroom and his bedroom but they're both empty. "JIMIN!" Yoongi tugs at his hair and cries out in frustration, because where is he?

Yoongi pulls his phone out and dials Jungkook's number, rushing out of Jimin's apartment.

"Hey Yoongi, what's up?" Jungkook chirped in his ear.

"I can't find Jimin." He rushed out. "Jungkook I can't fucking find him!"

"Whoa, slow down, what are you talking about?"

"Something happened to him, he called me and he was crying and I ran all the way to his place, but he's not there!" He cries. "I don't know where he is."

"Does he have a class today?"

"NO!"

"Okay, Tae and I will see if he shows up here, and if not we'll go looming for him. Jimin typically comes here if he's really upset."

"Okay," Yoongi breathes, trying to calm his nerves.

"Yoongi, he'll be okay. I promise."

Upon entering his apartment, Yoongi really fees like he's going to have a mental breakdown. He's scared. He wants to know that Jimin is okay. He tried phoning him twice but he didn't answer. He kicks his shoes off by the door and closed it behind him.

"Hyung?"

Yoongi whips around so quickly he swore he gave himself whiplash. There, on his couch wearing his sweater, was Jimin. The younger rubbed his eyes with the sleeves of one of his oversized – well oversized on Jimin – hoodie. Okay, Yoongi is really going to cry now. He can't stop the flow of tears that travel down his face as he runs over to Jimin, and literally lifting him into his arms. He buries his face in Jimin's neck, crying. Jimin wrapped his arms around his neck. "Jesus, Jimin, you can't do that!" Yoongi scolds, pulling back to look at him. He cups the younger's face and pulls him in for a kiss. It's wet from his tears. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry." Jimin whispered defeated. "I just missed you."

"What happened peach?" Yoongi asked, wiping his tears. He runs his thumb over Jimin's cheeks which are hot and tear stained. "Why are you so upset?"

"I-" Jimin sucks in a deep breath, and that's when Yoongi spots it. It's a hickey, a big one, and Yoongi doesn't remember giving him one.

"Why is there a hickey in your neck?" He asked and Jimin nearly chokes. His hand flies up to his neck, eyes wide.

"What do you mean?" Jimin cries, tears rushing down his face again.

"There is a hickey on your neck." Yoongi states, his voice going a little deeper. His eyes narrow at the spot on his neck. "I didn't do that."

Jimin's crying becomes increasingly louder with this news, and he continues to cry up until the point where he's pretty much gasping for breath. Nothing Yoongi does is helping to calm him down.

As of now, Yoongi is seated on the couch with Jimin in his lap, still trying to cease Jimin's crying. It's obvious something happened to him that is causing him a lot of distress but Yoongi can't get him calmed down long enough to get him to explain.

"Baby, I need you to stop crying, seriously. You're making yourself sick." Yoongi begs, wiping away more of his tears. Jimin inhales, and exhales. His breathing is shaky, and he's trembling in Yoongi's lap. His hands are gripping at Yoongi's shirt, he has both eyes squeezed shut as he attempts to regulate his breathing.

"I'm sorry." Jimin whimpered.

"For what?" Yoongi asked. Jimin wipes his eyes, and rests his forehead against his. Yoongi sighs, knowing Jimin isn't going to answer the question. "Jimin, why are you upset?"

"Because Kris showed up at my place today." Jimin mumbled.

"Who's Kris?" Yoongi asked.

"My ex." And Yoongi tenses up beneath Jimin.

"Is he the one who did this?" Yoongi ran his fingers alongside his neck, to which Jimin nods.

"I didn't want him to, Yoongi," Jimin says, and Yoongi knows he's about to start crying again, so he shuts up him with a kiss, hands gripping his waist tightly. Jimin brings his hands to tangle in his hair.

"I'm not mad at baby," Yoongi whispered. "I'm mad at him. He doesn't get to touch what's mine."

"I feel gross, Yoongi," Jimin said, touching his own neck. His makes a disgusted look with his face.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't like him touching me. I only like it when you touch me. Anybody else and I feel gross. I can still feel his hands on me, and I can't get rid of it no matter what I do!" He whines. "Hyung, make it stop." He begs.

Yoongi gently kissed the base of his throat, nuzzling his nose against the skin. "Shh, you're okay. I've got you." Yoongi mumbled. "He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him."