Jimin's POV

When Jungkook and I made it to Yoongi's place I realised just how scared I was to see him again. This was such a different type of scared than I'd ever been of Yoongi.

Before, I was scared just because I knew what came after seeing him... but now, it's like seeing him is gonna put me back in that place. He saved me, so surely I should be happy to see him.

I don't know... I guess I feel guilty as well, he's in so much trouble because of me now, he may never be allowed back into schools, I'm surprised he's not gone into a juvenile prison for attacking a teacher.

Jungkook rang the front doorbell before looking at me and holding my hand, I tried not to flinch at the contact and actually found the gesture soothing after getting over my initial uncomfort.

After a few moments Yoongi opened his front door with messy hair and a sleepy looking face.

"Hey Yoongi, sorry if we're butting in on anything, we just wanted to talk?" Jungkook asked after Yoongi had stood there with a confused stare on his face.

He continued to say nothing, however he did step aside and hold his front door open as a gesture for us to enter. Jungkook squeezed my hand gently in reassurance before we both made our way inside.

Yoongi ruffled his hair and rubbed his eyes before plopping onto his couch. He then lazily wafted his hand toward the couch opposite him and Jungkook and I didn't hesitate to sit.

"So, what did you wanna talk about?" His usual croaky voice grumbled out as he looked back and forth between us both. We were sitting with a reasonable gap between us... he had one eyebrow raised, slightly judgementally, the entire time.

"Look Yoongs I'm so sorry..." Jungkook sighed and I turned to look at the guilty expression on his face, "for what?" Yoongi bit his lip and turned away, clearly trying to act pissed off.

"For everything, we used to be like best friends, sure you were a little clingy and controlling but you were my only real friend and I didn't mean to ruin that, I'm also just super sorry about what I was saying earlier. I now know I assumed entirely wrong of you..." I saw Jungkook turn to look at me at the same time as I locked eye contact with Yoongi.

"We don't have to talk about it." Yoongi spoke gentler this time, reassuring me, I looked away but nodded slightly in appreciation. "And hey I'm sorry too." He continued making Jungkook smile.

"Thank you, we don't have to be friends but-"

"No, if it's okay I'd like to be, I promise no more of my bullshit." Yoongi cut Jungkook off and I couldn't help but smile a little, I was happy Jungkook had his friend back, but mainly happier that Yoongi seemed to have changed for the better.

"Jimin? Is that okay?" Yoongi leant forward and looked at me with the most sincere look I'd ever seen in his eyes, after everything he'd done to me I had every right to hate him forever, and I wouldn't have just forgiven him cause he helped me earlier... but I knew he was actually being honest.

Big bad Min Yoongi was actually pleading for me to give him his friendship back... and there was no way I'd ever say no to something like that.

"Of course Yoongi, I've already said I'd like us to be friends too, thank you." I smiled at him and rested my hand atop of his as he leant on the coffee table between our two couches.

"You need to stop thanking me, it's definitely not something I did in order to get thanks, I was doing what any decent human being would do Jimin. I'd love it if we could just all be friends now, but it's not like I'd be seeing much of you guys anymore anyway." He sighed and I frowned, looking toward Jungkook.

"Oh that's also what I wanted to talk to you about, Jimin and I want to bring you to the head master and explain what happened, if Jimin can talk about it, if not then we'll explain and he might believe us..." Jungkook shrugged and I felt guilt rise in me.

"Come on Jungkook who would believe us over their amazing new English teacher, we've fucked with that school enough over the past few years, there's no way they'd listen to us." Yoongi scoffed and laid back on his couch.

"I'm sorry... I can try." I mumbled and he turned to look at me with a worried and confused frown, "No Jimin, I'm not making you do that for me." He shook his head sternly and went back to staring at the ceiling.

"You're right, you're not making me, I'm deciding." I said slightly more confidently before standing up, "come on, school doesn't close until like 7pm so we can go now before I change my mind." I mumbled and Jungkook stood up with me.

Yoongi sat up and sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose, "you really don't have to do this, I deserve it after everything I put you through anyway." He looked up at me and I shook my head.

"No Yoongi, I forgave you, I know you've changed I can see it, I can feel it okay, so I trust you and I made you a promise that I'd tell everyone and keep you out of trouble. Let me keep my promise, please." I started to tear up again and Yoongi even seemed to have shimmery eyes as he gnawed on his lips.

I'd already seen him cry once because of me, I don't think I could handle it again, definitely not on the same day...

"Fine okay... thank you." He mumbled, sniffing and blinking a few times before standing up and following Jungkook and I out the house.

On the way back to school I felt physically sick... I knew it would be almost deserted by this point except for students attending clubs and the few teachers that stayed behind to hold said activities, but the thought of even stepping foot into that building again terrified me.

The only thing willing me to do it was having Jungkook and Yoongi by my side, and knowing that I had made a promise, I never break a promise.

The rest of the journey was a blur, driving there, entering the school, walking through the empty halls to the head masters office...

I couldn't feel my own emotions anymore, I'd tried so hard to block out my fear that I'd blocked out everything, I felt numb.

"Jimin... are you ready?" Jungkook's soft voice spoke from beside me, almost cutting through my unintentional barrier, I nodded slightly, holding my breath as his knuckles hit the door.

I didn't even register a response before Yoongi had turned the handle and Jungkook led us inside.

My breathing felt heavy, like there was a bag in my throat with a tiny hole in it, the bag would fill up, only letting the slightest amount of air through, before emptying again, as though the whole task was just a pointless struggle to begin with.

I held my lower lip between my teeth as my glazed eyes focussed on anything but the people around me. My fingers absentmindedly tapped against the wooden rests of the chair I was sat in, and my head muffled the sounds coming from the world around me.

"Jimin?" I blinked.

My eyes snapped up to the head master and I took a deep breath as my hands finally settled in my lap.

I felt a weight suddenly drop on my shoulders as I realised how real the situation I was in actually was.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jungkook asked one last time as my eyes stayed steadily locked with the head master's. He already looked very bored of the situation, as though he didn't believe what we had to say before we'd even said it.

"Yes." My voice came out as barely a whisper and the older man before us rolled his eyes before taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose as Yoongi had earlier.

Does nobody believe in me?

"Mr. Akins, I would really like it if you listened to what I had to say before deciding I was a waste of your time." I said strongly and he immediately countered my attitude with a stern glare.

"Young man you do not speak to your head master that way!" He retaliated and I gulped and retracted back into my seat, any former confidence lost.

"Sir, please, this is really important and frankly the most difficult thing Jimin will ever have to do and he's doing it for not only me but for himself, to get himself the closure and justice he needs for what has happened to him, so please just give him a minute." Yoongi asked as politely as he could given the anger I could tell he felt in this moment.

"Fine, I apologise, if this really is a serious matter then please go ahead but may I remind you Min Yoongi that you should not even be inside this building." I sighed feeling both relieved and anxious that he would let me explain.

"It's about..." I couldn't say his name... how was I going to explain the story if I couldn't even get his name out of my mouth?

"Sir it's about Mr. Wang." Jungkook finished.

I felt a wave of nausea hit me as Jungkook spoke the words, his face flashed in my mind and the feeling of his touch spread like wildfire across my body.

"I feel sick." I mumbled before sprinting out the room and into the nearest bathrooms.

After a few moments Jungkook entered and found me leant against the sink splashing my face with water, "I can't Jungkook I can't I'm so sorry I can't do it I'm so weak I'm sorry." I sobbed in his arms.

He held me and soothingly shushed me for a few minutes until my sobs calmed down into just tears slowly trailing down my cheeks, "it's okay Minnie, just come and sit in the room, we'll do all the talking, okay?" He asked and I took a deep breath before nodding against his chest.

He reluctantly grasped my hand before we re-entered the head masters office.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't explain what happened, but they can, please just believe what we're telling you is true." I asked meekly as I sat back in my seat.

Mr. Akins wore an extremely concerned frown with his glasses sat back on the bridge of his nose, he leant his forearms on the desk between us and clasped his hands together, completely ready to listen.

"Sir I did not attack Mr. Wang unnecessarily. I did attack him, I won't even try to deny that because that sick man deserved every punch I gave him. What he did to Jimin was nothing any person has a right to do, let alone a teacher in a high school." Yoongi started.

I tried to block out what they were saying but I was focussing so hard on keeping myself calm and keeping my breathing steady that it was too much to block out.

"Well what did he do, I find it hard to believe any man deserved the beating you gave to Mr. Wang." Mr. Akins questioned, I didn't blame him for asking, he knew no different, even I once thought that man could do nothing bad.

"Well I was minding my own business, making my way toward the bathrooms, when I heard sobbing and screaming. It was faint and muffled but, unfortunately my ears recognised those cries all too well." Yoongi looked toward me apologetically, after referencing all the times he'd hurt me, and created those sobs himself.

"Anyone would go and see what was happening and any half decent human being would want to help, so believe it or not I did. The sounds were coming from his classroom." I was grateful that Yoongi hadn't said his name again... it dulled the nausea a little.

"I took a moment deciding on whether or not I should enter. But it was when the cries stopped I thought I needed to go in, because nobody screams and cries that much and then just stops... unless something absolutely horrifying is happening. But what I did see when I opened that door is an image I think will haunt my mind forever, so I can't even imagine what it's like for Jimin." He trailed off slightly and it suddenly dawned on me.

I'd been so focussed on how it had affected me, that I hadn't stopped to think about how this affected Yoongi, he must have felt terrified opening that door... albeit probably no where near as terrified as I was, but nobody deserves to feel that fear of not knowing what to do or whether you can even do anything.

"Jimin was laid on the desk, all but his underwear removed from his body, and that man was trailing his filthy hands and rotten mouth all over Jimin's bare body. I froze for a moment, so completely overwhelmed that I just wasn't sure if I could even do anything. But, the way he turned and looked at me, as though he was so annoyed that I had just cut in on his fun... I lost it and I screamed at him. We fought, I won, and I took Jimin home."

There was an almost eerie silence in the room once Yoongi had finished telling the story of my trauma just hours before... I hadn't even registered the warm salty tears cascading down my already red and raw cheeks.

"All of this is true Jimin? I know that in the past both Jungkook and Yoongi hadn't been particularly nice to you... they aren't forcing you to go along with this, are they?" Mr. Akins finally responded, clearly trying his hardest to prove Yoongi incorrect so he had no risk of making false accusations on a teacher he employed.

"No Sir. Jungkook is my boyfriend, and although I used to hate Yoongi, I would do anything to make sure you know that he saved me from something I don't even want to imagine. Jackson Wang sexually assaulted me, it could have been a lot worse if Yoongi hadn't come in and helped. He does not deserve to be expelled, that heartless man deserves to be sacked and put in prison."

As soon as I had forced the words out I felt that weight leave my shoulders, I took a long breath and cleared my mind before wiping my tears.

Jungkook took my hand and wrapped it in both of his own, sending me a gaze that was full of love and pride.

"Okay. Thank you for bringing this issue to my attention. Park Jimin, nothing I say or do can ever undo the damage that this school has caused you, I will be eternally sorry for not having prevented this incident. Mr. Wang will be reported to the police and Min Yoongi, you are officially reinstated as a student here at Seoul Academy." Mr. Akins bowed his head and stood from his desk.

We stood with him and he made his way to the door to hold it open for us, "Jimin, you may take as much time off as you need. If you choose to sue the school, you would most definitely win the case in any circumstance... so I'd understand, I wish there was more I could do to help you." The elderly man bowed slightly to me.

I was shocked, my head master was bowing to me, "oh no sir I would never, it's not the school's fault much less yours, it was impossible to know that something like this could have happened. Thank you Mr. Akins." I bowed to him and he smiled sadly before closing the door between us.

We were all pretty shocked at what we had accomplished, and so the ride back to Yoongi's was just as quiet as the ride to school. But when we got there, we'd all had a chance to think about it a little, to come to terms with what had happened.

"Thank you Jimin, I can't imagine how hard that was for you... today has been an awful day, so go home, try and get some sleep. I know you can get through this, you've gotten through so much, you're the strongest guy I know. Thank you for believing in me after everything I put you through." Yoongi held his hand out as though asking for a handshake.

No matter how bad the feeling of someone's touch on my skin felt, there was no way I was letting him go with just a handshake.

I pulled the taller boy into my arms as I rested my cheek against his chest. I felt him reluctantly put his arms round my back before he pulled away.

"Man you need to stop making me cry." He wiped his eyes before smiling sadly at me, I returned the gesture before waving and turning to Jungkook.

The two nodded to each other before Yoongi closed his front door and Jungkook drove me back to our home.

Ddosun greeted us at the doorway and I'd never been so happy to see this dog.

I sat on the floor as the little bundle of joy came and clambered into my lap, he didn't seem quite as excitable as usual, it was as though he could tell something had happened.

I held him close to me as I stood from the ground, carrying him in my arms while his head rested over my shoulder in such a loving way.

"Let's go to bed Jimin... uh, did you want to sleep back in your old room tonight?" Jungkook asked sadly and I immediately shook my head, "no thank you, I'd much prefer knowing you were beside me."

I brought ddosun upstairs and placed him in his dog bed before changing. I very rarely wore full pyjamas, usually just boxers and sometimes one of Jungkook's shirts, but tonight, as I changed in the bathroom by myself I decided to put on a pair of my own long sleeved and long legged tartan pyjamas.

Jungkook stayed in his boxers as usual, but tonight as we climbed into the bed together, it felt anything but usual.

No kiss goodnight, no cuddling, we just laid facing in opposite directions, before mumbling a quiet goodnight to each other, starting a very restless night.

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A.N.

I wrote 3000 words of this chapter all in one go tonight, I had started it ages ago, but I suddenly had the inspiration to finish it, a comment on the previous chapter also made me want to finish it.

I genuinely believe that when you guys tell me to hurry up and write the next chapter part me gets defensive but most of me just wants to prove that I can do it and suddenly I spurt out an entire chapter 🤦🏼‍♀️ took me about 3 hours but hey I did it! 😅

Anyway thank you guys for reading, sorry this one was pretty boring but it was essential to moving the story forward 😬

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