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Namjoon's POV:
I stood in shock, feeling Jimin tighten his grip around my waist, while snuggling me.
I was so lost in his starry gaze, as the memories we lived together, all returned to me. He hasn't changed a bit.
He was still the same boy I met years ago, who I was madly in love with. His soft touch never changed either. His hands were just as kind and gentle as I remember them being.
His petite frame and curvy edges were angled so perfectly, that his waist fit just right beneath my big hands. Within the everlasting embrace, I felt so many emotions go through me:
Nostalgia.
Happiness.
Sorrow.
Excitement...
And a spark. A spark inside of my chest that ignited butterflies in my stomach.
"I'm sorry..." While narrowing my head down to face Jimin, I noticed how sparkly his eyes had gotten, and my heart ached.
"Jimin, what are you doing here?" I calmly asked, removing him off of my body as gentle as I could.
"I heard Seokjin was injured, and rushed over to see what had happened to him." Jimin stepped back, covering his face with his arm.
"Seokjin? So you two DO know each other, don't you!" I crossed my arms while I felt my eyes widen, the closer I approached to Jimin. Each step I would take made my heart race.
Jimin nodded with little to no amusement left in his facial expressions, making me feel confused.
"Him and I both work at Sin-X." I had no idea what that even was.
"Sin-X... What's that?"
"It's a strip club. Seokjin used to work there with me until he ran away..." Jimin looked down, feeling guilty and upset. I got closer to him.
"When did that happen?"
"A while ago... But when he returned... O-our boss, Mister Jang, punished him." I clenched my fists tightly, asking Jimin exactly what happened to Seokjin that night.
Now knowing that he was a witness, he could tell me anything and everything about what Mister Jang did to Seokjin. And he better speak with the truth, as I expect him to...
Or I'll make him tell me.
~~~
Third Person's POV:
"When he first arrived at Sin-X, Jin Hyung looked terrible. He was sad, almost... Heartbroken, in a way. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he had gotten into an argument with his twin brother, Hyunseok-" Jimin paused, feeling regrets filling up his mind, while remembering the traumatic event that occurred at the club.
"We went up to his room, and hid there for a while." He parted his lips to speak when he heard the older male in front of him raise his voice.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean "his" room? Like, a changing room? Wasn't that a regular strip club? What does he need a room for?" Namjoon asked, cutting in. All of his questions slightly annoyed Jimin, but he kept himself calm on the inside, trying his best to answer them all.
"Yes, but Seokjin and the majority of the escorts usually head to their private and individual rooms with their customers... I'm a regular stripper, but Seokjin however, he was an escort. One of the most popular escorts as well." He continued to speak, with shame.
"I was going to help Seokjin! I... I really was! But- But then he told me that you and him were sort of... Well, in love. And I..." Jimin frowned, backing away again. Anger And regret started to take over in his head.
"And you?? And you what?" Namjoon raised his eyebrows. The way he answered made Jimin feel insecure and frightened about letting him know the truth.
"I went back outside to the club while Seokjin hid from Mister Jang in that room.. And I- I told on him!!" He nearly shouted, feeling beyond ashamed and guilty. The taller man got closer, immediately, making Jimin flinch in all directions.
"Told him what, Jimin?" His teeth were clenched and Jimin felt like the older make had already figured it out, but he continued to speak while crying in between his sentence.
"I- I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Namjoon!!" He hugged Namjoon again, and to his surprise, the man pushed him back and fully rejected any of his body contact.
"Jimin, just tell me the truth! What did you tell him!" The shorter man gulped, closing his eyes for a moment while getting ready to face anything that would come his way.
"I told Mister Jang about Jin." He calmly spoke, unaware of the hell he just unleashed upon himself by telling Namjoon those words.
"I was mad! S- so mad! But I didn't know he would end up getting raped and beaten that bad!!" He crumbled down to the floor, but was then lifted up by his collar.
Namjoon gripped onto Jimin's shirt and began to shout at him like never before.
"You sent a man to abuse Seokjin, all because of a tantrum!?" Jimin groaned, struggling in Namjoon's tight grip, as the man's knuckles turned white from the amount of force he used against Jimin while gripping his v-neck shirt.
"I- I WAS MAD!" He shouted loudly while the need to breathe became too much for him.
"L- let go of me!" Namjoon released Jimin, only to slam him against a bathroom stall, earning a squeal from the younger, as he practically cowered away from him on the floor.
"YOU WERE MAD!? SEOKJIN IS BLIND AND NEARLY DIED BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING TANTRUM! What in the hell were you thinking, Jimin!?" He shouted, dragging Jimin on the floor while the younger gripped onto his body, prying him off.
"You, Namjoon! I was thinking about you!! About how much I used to love you! I HAD YOU FIRST AND THAT BASTARD JUST COMES AND TAKES YOU AWAY FROM ME!"
Though hearing the sadness and pain in Jimin's voice while he cried, Namjoon didn't feel even a bit sorry.
Not with knowing that the reason Seokjin nearly died was because of him in the first place. He couldn't find a single place within his heart to pity the boy of his actions towards him one bit.
"Will crying heal Seokjin's body? Will it help bring him his eyesight back after that lowlife scumbag left him blind?"
"H... He's blind?" Jimin's eyes widened, learning that Seokjin had lost his vision.
"You know what, Jimin? Get the fuck out of here, I don't wanna see your face ever again." Namjoon shut his eyes, pointing at the exit of the restroom, as other people silently
witnesses their argument.
"Namjoon, I'm sorry. Really, I am! Please, you need to believe me!! I never wanted this to happen to him!" The taller boy walked over to Jimin again, feeling his blood begin to boil within him again.
"What the hell did you think was going to happen after telling that man where Seokjin was? That he was gonna forgive him and hand him a bouquet of flowers?" His dark voice sent chills down Jimin's spine.
"N... No... All I wanted was for him to scare Jin a little bit! I didn't think-" Jimin covered his face, shivering in fear when Namjoon pulled his hand back, threatening to slap him again. Only this time, he held back on doing so.
"You disgust me." He pushed Jimin and left the bathroom, leaving the younger to wallow in his own sadness and regret.
~~~
"Namjoon, there you are! The doctor called out your name twenty minutes ago." Moobin spoke, the moment he saw Namjoon.
"What did he say?" Namjoon continuously asked, breathing heavily.
"He said that Seokjin was in the recovery room... Namjoon, are you okay? You look very... Different. Are you mad about something?"
"You don't even wanna know, Moobin." Namjoon responded, touching his reddened face.
"Did he say anything else?" His friend nodded.
"Yeah! He said you can see him- HEY, WAIT!! Your shoe!" Namjoon took off so fast, he left his shoe behind and didn't even care. His main focus was on seeing Seokjin and making sure he was safe.
"So much is happening...
Hyunseok isn't a real photographer.
Jimin sent that bastard to abuse Seokjin.
Seokjin himself lied to me about being a secretary when in reality he was working for Hyunseok.
And out of the three men that harmed me the most, there's only a single one I can forgive:
Kim Seokjin."
As he entered the room to see Seokjin, he found the man's head was bandaged up with blood staining the gauze dressing.
He appeared to be asleep, so he gently approached him and sat bedside him on a couch near the hospital bed he was sleeping on.
And there Namjoon remained, waiting for his lover to awaken.
"I want to tell you so many things, Seokjin. But for now, I'll just tell you to be strong.
And... I love you." Namjoon placed a kiss on the palm of Seokjin's hand. After pulling his head away, he heard a loud chain fall onto the floor.
He picked it up and held onto a pendant necklace that was glowing brightly.
"The last time I saw the light within this necklace was before my dad died... Why is it glowing now?"
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