Jungkook gets harassed by a pap. Jimin shows him why you should never mess with his maknae.

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The crowd at the airport surged as BTS stepped into the arrivals area, cameras flashing relentlessly. Jungkook kept his head down, gripping the strap of his backpack tightly as the group moved in sync through the chaos. Jimin walked beside him, casting quick glances to ensure Jungkook was okay. 

The youngest member had always been a magnet for attention—his broad shoulders, handsome face, and shy demeanor only added to his appeal. But today, the attention felt suffocating, the flashes blinding, and the crowd far too close. 

“Jungkook! Look here!” 

“Jungkook, over here!” 

A man with a large camera pushed forward, breaking through the thin line of security. Jungkook flinched as the paparazzo shoved his way closer, his lens inches from Jungkook’s face. 

“Hey,” Jimin said sharply, stepping in front of Jungkook. “Back off.” 

But the man ignored him, sidestepping to get closer. “Jungkook, a smile! Come on, don’t be shy.” 

Jungkook kept walking, his jaw tight, but the man wasn’t giving up. He reached out, grabbing Jungkook’s arm. 

“Don’t ignore me!” 

Jungkook tried to pull away, but the grip tightened, fingers digging into his wrist. Before Jungkook could react, the paparazzo’s hand moved lower, brushing against his waist. 

“Let go of me,” Jungkook said, his voice low but firm. 

“Just one picture—” 

“I said, let go!” 

Jimin turned, his eyes dark and cold. “I think he told you to let go.” 

The paparazzo smirked, letting go of Jungkook’s arm only to shove him backward. Jungkook stumbled, falling to the ground. The crowd gasped as the man took a step closer, his boot landing squarely on Jungkook’s hand. 

The youngest cried out in pain, clutching his injured hand. 

That was it. 

Jimin moved faster than anyone could process, grabbing the man by the collar and yanking him backward with a strength that belied his smaller frame. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jimin’s voice was low, trembling with fury. 

The man tried to laugh it off. “It’s just a picture—” 

“A picture?” Jimin spat. His usually soft features were hard, his eyes blazing. “You think you can harass someone, hurt them, and brush it off as just a picture?” 

The man stammered, his smirk fading. 

Jimin’s grip on his collar tightened. “Who gave you the right to touch him? To hurt him? Who do you think you are?” 

By now, security had moved in, but Jimin didn’t let go. His anger was palpable, his protective instinct overwhelming any sense of restraint. 

“Apologize,” Jimin demanded. 

The man looked around, his arrogance faltering. “I didn’t mean—” 

“Apologize.” Jimin’s voice was deadly quiet, but the threat in his tone was unmistakable. 

The man muttered a weak apology, but Jimin wasn’t satisfied. 

“Louder,” he snapped. “Look him in the eye and say it like you mean it.” 

Jungkook, still clutching his hand, looked up, his eyes wide. He had never seen Jimin like this—so fierce. 

“I’m sorry,” the paparazzo said, his voice shaking. 

Jimin released him with a sharp shove, his eyes never leaving the man. “If I ever see you near him again, you’ll regret it.” 

The man stumbled backward as security finally escorted him away. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their phones capturing every second of the scene. 

Jimin turned, his expression softening the moment he saw Jungkook on the ground. He crouched down, gently taking Jungkook’s injured hand. 

“Does it hurt a lot?” he asked, his voice trembling now, the anger replaced with worry. 

Jungkook nodded, his eyes glassy. “It’s okay, hyung. I’m okay.” 

“No, you’re not,” Jimin said firmly. He helped Jungkook to his feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Let’s get this checked out.” 

The other members had caught up by now, their faces a mix of concern and disbelief. 

“Jimin,” Namjoon started, but the younger cut him off. 

“Later,” Jimin said, his focus entirely on Jungkook. “Right now, we’re going to the hospital.” 

As they walked toward the car, Jungkook leaned into Jimin, his voice quiet. “Thank you, hyung.” 

Jimin tightened his hold on him. “There's no need to thank me for protecting you. I love you, Kookie.” 

The end!