2 YEARS AGO

"Jimin?" Zia called as she entered the mansion.

'Park'

She stood in the living area and waited for anyone to come down. Soon a man appeared near the stairs. He was older than Zia, and older than Jimin too.

"Oh Zia!" He beckoned with a grin "you came"

"Of course. You said Jimin needed me." She said as a matter of fact.

"Yeah. But there's a slight change in the plan." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh sorry? What change?" She questioned.

"Actually Jimin got an urgent call and he had to leave for some work."
He told Zia.

"Oh. Its okay I can meet him later." she said.

"Uh no!" He spoke "I mean you can wait here. And also we can use this time to get to know each other. We barely ever talked." The man said as he walked down the stairs and stood in front of her.

He gestured his hand towards the couch for Zia to sit.

"No no. I should better get going. You must be really busy." Zia said.

"Oh don't worry. Sit." He said placing his hand on Zia's shoulder, insisting her to stay.

Zia, left with no other option, smiled awkwardly and sat down. The man took a seat next to her.

They talked for a while, Zia noticed something strange. She didn't see any maids or the housekeeper.

"Where's everybody?" She asked looking around "I mean its really quiet today."

"Yeah, I gave a day off to the maids and servants. And Jimin, as you know, went out." He said. "So, its just us."

Zia forced a smile. Something seemed off about him. The way he was looking at her, made Zia uncomfortable. She shifted a little to her right as it was empty that side. But the man scooted closer.

He kept the conversation going somehow. His eyes that once were sincere and friendly were replaced by lustful and hungry ones.

He placed his hand on her thigh. Zia glared at him and swatted his hand away before standing up. The man grasped her hand and pulled her back to where is she was sitting.

"What are you doing!?" Zia shouted at him.

"I said we should use this time to get to know each other. I'm doing what I said." He moved closer with a smirk on his face.

Zia pushed him away and started walking towards the main door.
She felt her wrist being grabbed harshly which made her stop.

The man pulled her closer to himself. Just few inches, is how you'd describe the gap between their bodies. Zia yanked her arm and stepped back.

A tight slap, the man felt on his face. His head turned to the side due to the impact. He touched his cheek and lifted his gaze, fixing it on Zia.

She was boiling with anger. Nobody can touch a girl without her consent. Nobody should ever.

The man smirked.

"Fiesty." He said "I was planning on going easy with you. But I guess you don't want that. Fine then. Let's play like that." 

And with that a tight grip formed around Zia's arm, dragging her upstairs. Her free hand continuously hitting the man and her foot kicking his legs, hoping he'd trip or losen his firm grip.

He pushed her inside a room, slamming her body hard against the cold wall. Zia winced due to the painful impact. The man neared her, pinning her to the wall. His dirty eyes wandered all over Zia's body before his face leaned down. A stream of tears flowed down her eyes. She cried for help, someone to come and save her. But there was no one.

With all the strength left inside her, Zia pushed him away and without wasting even a second, she ran outside. Phone. She needs her phone.

Zia rushed downstairs and grabbed her phone which was lying on the floor. It fell down.

'please switch on!!' she prayed while her hands were shaking.

Zia turned to see if he was coming or not. He was. He was coming down. She quickly called the very first number that appeared on her contacts.

"J-Jimin"

"Zia? What hap-"

"Help me.." she could only whimper. Her voice sounded hoarse because of crying so much "please Jim-"

"What do you think you're doing!!?" The man yelled and snatched the phone away from her, smashing it on the nearest wall.

He stepped forward and got a firm grip on her hair. His hand was pulling Zia's hair hard, tears formed in her eyes. She struggled to free herself but he was too strong.

He dragged Zia through her hair all the way to a room. His bedroom. She was doing everything she could do to get herself out of his grip. But failed miserably. He didn't even budge.

The man pushed Zia inside the room and locked the door behind him. She fell on the floor as a result if being pushed too hard. The dirty smile made Zia want to punch him. 

The door is closed. Zia saw it. There's no way she could let him win. Not like this. Zia stood up, determined to get out of here. The man kept advancing towards her. She harshly pushed him away. Her hand grasped the nearest flower pot in his direction.

"Don't come near me" she threatened only to earn a scoff from the man.

"Or else? You'll hit me with that?" He let out an exasperated laugh while taking one more step "You can't. You're too scared. Look at you, all shivering in fear."  He smirked.

He was right. She is scared. Her hands trembled, her whole body trembled as tears were pooling in her eyes.

By this time, the man was dangerously close to her. He yanked the pot from Zia's hands threw it across the room, making the girl flinch. His hand snaked around her waist, his face getting awfully close to hers.

...

Jimin left the company as soon as he Zia called him. He knew that voice. He was raging. Only if he knew the work was an excuse to him away.

Jimin was scared at the thought of what the man might do to Zia. She's alone with her. He gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white, his nails digged in. The car kept speeding dangerously. He knew only one thing....get to Zia before its too late.

....

"Stop....please!!" She cried.

She couldn't move. He had pinned her hands above her head, while his body was on top of her, on the bed.

He didn't budge. Zia was going through this disgusting feeling, his disgusting touch, his disgusting presence, the disgusting man himself.

His hand ran all along her curves, making her shut her eyes tightly. She pushed head away, trying to create as much distance as possible.

"Ji-min" she whispered, praying he would appear from somewhere and stop this.

The man stopped and glared at her when she said Jimin's name.

"You think he'll come and save you? Haha" he laughed evily. "Nobody's coming babygirl" he smirked.

For some reason, his smirk didn't last. His face turned serious. No. Furious. He slapped her tight across her cheek.

"You don't say that name again." He threatened.

Now that he was enraged, he started kissing Zia roughly. Leaving marks on her neck and shoulder.

...

Jimin rushed inside. Hoping that he's not late. His eyes ran all around the living area. By the little mess created there, he can tell Zia tried to defend herself.

He ran upstairs opening every door and checking inside. The second from from right. Its locked. Muffled sounds entered Jimin's ears.

Not giving it a second thought, he started pushing the door with full force. With one last push, the door flew open.

Jimin's eyes landed on the man.

"You crazy bastard!!!!" Jimin cursed and pulled him away from the girl.

He threw continuos punches on the man. Not even giving him time to respond. Soon the man laid on the floor, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. Jimin probably broke his jaw. The peices of the flower pot that the man threw and broke was digging in his head from behind as Jimin obliviously kept hitting the man.

Breathing hard, he wiped away the sweat that formed on his forehead muttering curses under his breath. Jimin turned around to meet Zia sitting on the floor. Her back leaning against the bed.

Jimin slowly went to her and crouched down in front of her. His eyes and body that were once flaming with fury, now looked gentle and loving.

"Zi..." He said softly.

She looked lost. Broken. And hurt.

Are you okay?

This defenitely wasn't a question that Jimin would ask right now, when its clear that she's not okay.

Zia lifted her gaze up from the floor and met Jimin's eyes. Her eyes looked as if all the tears were drained.

"J-Jimin." She whispered.

"Hmm I'm here don't worry." He said and hugged her.

She didn't respond to his hug which Jimin found odd. She pushed him gently. Jimin frowned and looked at her.

"I'm dirty" she said "don't touch me. You'll get dirty too"

"Zia. Don't say like that." Jimin said. He had tears forming in his eyes when he heard Zia say that.

Jimin moved forward again to hug her. But she pulled herself away. Again.

"I told you don't touch me!" She shouted. "I'm...." She started breathing hard as tears made their way out of her eyes again "I'm dirty" she whispered.

"No. You're not" Jimin said.

Zia was struggling to breath. She was gasping for air. A panick attack. Jimin sensed it.

"Zi, look at me" he said but she wouldn't.

She clutched her arms around her and shut her eyes tightly. Her nails dug into the skin of her arms as she started scratching herself in order to remove the 'dirt'. As if it would help her get rid of the man's touch.

"Zia, look at me." He said again.

The attack was only getting worse.
Jimin lifted her chin gently making her look at him. "Its okay. I'm here. Nobody will hurt you." He whispered and carressed her cheek.

"Focus on me okay? Don't think of anything." He said "just look at me" he said when he noticed Zia's eyes kept wandering to the man's body.

"Take a deep breath" he said rubbing her hands as he unwrapped them from around her. She did as he said. Deep breath in. And out. "Good job." He said slowly shifting close to her.

Once Zia was calm enough to acknowledge her surroundings. She looked at the man's bloody figure, something inside her stomach twisted and she felt a sudden urge of throwing up.

"Its okay. I've got you." Jimin said as he wiped her mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. "Its okay."

Zia looked at Jimin before finally closing her eyes. He lifted her and walked out of the room.

He placed her carefully on the backseat of the his car, not wanting to wake her up. Jimin's motions stopped as he spotted something on Zia's neck. Hickey. His fists balled and jaw clenched.

'that bastard deserves to die'

...

Jimin called Yoongi and told him everything.

Yoongi said he'll take care of things.

...

The room was cleaned. No blood. No broken vase. No dirty mess. The mansion was closed and soon sold. To Min Yoongi.

And Jimin's thoughts that the man should die came true. He died due to the severe injury on his head and merciless beating from Jimin.

Yes. Jimin was responsible for his Death. Partially responsible. He killed him that day. He killed his own brother. His only older brother.
Park Jisung died that day.

No one shed a tear. Not Jimin. Not Zia. And not Yoongi. No one else knew other than these three.

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Hi guys!
I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I was working on smth else and I totally forgot that its been more than a week since I updated here. I was thinking that I did last update 2-3 fays ago 😅
My brain is not working properly Ig... 😔

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