Another guy had joined Jordan in the dancefloor now. He was fine with it, he was just trying to have some fun and forget how shitty he felt for a while. That was until the guy started to get a little too close to him.

He first laughed it off, pushing the guy back a little. The guy backed off for a couple minutes, but when another song came on, he grabbed Jordan by his hips and flushed his body against the boy. Jordan tried to push him back again, but the guy had him in a death grip. He could feel himself starting to panic, sobering up immediately. He was super uncomfortable and shocked. He felt trapped, nothing like this had ever happened to him. He felt dirty too. This was all his fault for snapping at Aaron, if he had stayed at the bar this wouldn't be happening.

"P-please l-let me go." He whimpered, begging the stranger to release him.

"Aww come on baby, we're having so much fun." The other said as he lowered one of his hands and harshly groping Jordan's bottom.

"Let g-go of m-me!" the boy plead as he tried to free himself from the stranger.

"HEY!" Aaron told the stranger, grabbing him harshly by the shoulders and pushing him back so that he would let go of his friend.

He stood between the guy and Jordan, covering the trembling boy with his body.

"Leave." Aaron told the guy, who quickly disappeared among the rest of people. He turned around then, finally taking a look at his friend.

Jordan looked terrified, his eyes glossy and his hands shaking.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't m-meant to." He apologized over and over to his friend.

"Shhh, it's okay buddy. You're okay, just breathe. You're safe now." Aaron told the boy for the second time that day. He hugged him close to his chest and softly rocked him while softly circling his back with his hand. "It's not your fault" he softly reassured him.

"P-please, I-I j-just wanna g-go home." The boy said between sobs.

"Okay baby, let's go home." Aaron softly replied, pressing a kiss to the curls, Jordan too out of it to react to the nickname. Aaron hadn't even realized he said it; it came natural for him to feel the need to protect the boy.

He guided Jordan to the exit, not for a single moment letting go of the trembling boy. On their way out he spotted Oliver at a corner of the bar. The taller one offered a gentle smile while muttering "good luck." Aaron couldn't help but smile back, muttering a "thank you."