{1 weeks later}

Ilsung walked out of his university quickly, it was around 10 pm and he needed to urgently get home, Sejun stated that he would have a small surprise for the male. 

Ilsung was not excited to see what it was. 

As he speed walked to his apartment, he noticed something quite peculiar across the street. There was a blue haired figure, speed walking down the sidewalk, a small bag in hand, the male kept turning around; Ilsung did the same. 

When he turned, he noticed another figure following closely behind the blue haired one, when Ilsung saw the hood the male was wearing, his blood ran cold. 

It was Sejun. 

The blue haired figure turned again, and this time, Ilsung saw who it was. 

Park Jimin. 

He was alone, walking late at night. This was the surprise Sejun meant, the surprise being a kidnapped Jimin, an innocent male that has already been through enough torment to last a life time. 

Ilsung had two options in this moment, 

he could either risk his life and save Jimin from his appa, or leave Jimin to be kidnapped and put through the same torture that he went through all those years ago. 

"Dear Jisoo's, please save me later," he muttered, taking a deep breath before crossing the street to get to Jimin. 

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Jimin continued to walk, his newly dyed hair flowing fluently in the night time air. It had been a week since he talked to Tae and Jungkook, a week since he's properly spoken to Taemin. The elder having the guts to bring Minho into their once shared home, to "get his stuff", which Jimin saw as bullshit. 

Taemin just wanted Jimin to meet Minho. 

To clear his head from his belittling thoughts, he went for a late-ish night walk, not remembering that his greatest nightmare is on the loose and could get a hold of him at any moment. Jimin soon realized his mistake as he was walking back to his apartment. 

His steps slowly became quicker, a undoubtable feeling of fear and anxiety bubbling within his gut. 

Someone was following him. 

One quick look behind him justified all his growing fear, his anxiety tripling.  He saw a man, who was covered in a hood, following Jimin about 3 feet away, matching his steps. 

Right when Jimin was about to take out his phone, probably call the police, or Hoseok, a figure appeared next to him. 

"Hey Jimin Hyung,", the blue haired male looked over to see Ilsung, the young male towering over him slightly with his 6 foot height. 

Ilsung's presence calmed Jimin's nerves slightly, "Hi Ilsung, what brings you out this late?" Jimin attempted to control his shaking voice.

The dark haired male shrugged, exhaling loudly, "had a 8 pm class, lasted an hour, but the professor wanted to keep me for extra 'help'," Ilsung air quoted the word, Jimin chuckling lightly. 

His once scared mood, gone. 

"Whoa," Jimin looked at the building they had arrived at, it was Jimin's apartment complex, "didn't think we were walking so quick." 

Ilsung laughed, showing a side that he never showed around Jimin, not even in dance class, when he was there. "Well, maybe you just enjoyed my company so much you didn't notice," he winked. 

Jimin blushed lightly, but pushed it away, "yeah, sure, don't flatter yourself." 

The taller half smiled, "goodnight Jimin Hyung." 

"Night Ilsung," Jimin waved the younger away, a smile on his beautiful features. 

The blue haired male ran to his apartment, making sure every single door and window was locked, even closing the blinds. 

He wasn't risking anything this time, he was just thankful Ilsung was there. 

Or who knows what would have happened. 

a/n
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