Jimin is aggressively woken up, his shoulders being thrown back and forth. His eyes snap open in a panicked haze. He instinctively starts to scream, pushing away the person threatening him-touching him.

"Get off me! Don't touch me!" Jimin screams at the top of his lungs, forcefully shoving back whoever was grabbing him.

"Chim it's me! It's Tae." Tae stumbles backwards, putting his hands up to reassure him he wasn't going near him.

Jimin blinks his watery eyes, his body trembling from a mixture of fear and cold as he was sitting under the now icy water still naked. His breathing pounded at an unsteady rate, chest heavy with desperation while his heart raced.

"Tae?" His voice came out horse from the constant crying-sounding drained and cracked.

"You've been in the shower for hours, you weren't answering the door. You terrified me Chim! I thought-I thought." Tae struggles to finish, he imagined the worst when Jimin didn't answer and he heard the water running.

Cruel flashes of Jimin laying dead on the floor  surrounded by a pool of his blood carved into his mind. It caused an aggressive surge of adrenaline through him to get him kicking and banging at the door until it busted open. In less than a second he was sprinting to Jimin's side, shaking him awake pleading to himself he would.

"Come on. We need to get you out." Tae quickly composed himself, getting to his feet and grabbing a towel for Jimin.

Jimin didn't even realise he'd fallen asleep, doesn't remember blacking out while he stood under the shower. He must've exhausted himself with all the crying he'd been doing, the self abuse he battered himself with. But the moment he woke up it terrified him, thinking the man was back wanting more that he didn't want to give.

He struggles to lift up his weak, limp body off the slippery tiled floor. His arms attempt to shield his naked body, not wanting anyone to see him so vulnerable again. No one could see him like the man did. He uses the wall to support himself when his knees almost cave in as he stands. Tae holds out the towel for him, letting him wrap the soft material around his shivering form.

"T-thank you." Jimin whispers faintly, hooking the ends of the towel over his shoulders.

"I'll get you some clothes." Tae gets him to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet while he rushes out to get him something warm to wear.

Jimin slumps himself down, still shaking as the cold melded into his bones. His teeth chattered together, lips a violent purple. Dark bags hung captivatingly under his milky eyes, bold and frightening. He stares down at the pale floor, emotionless and glassed over. Tae comes back in holding a long sleeve black shirt and a pair of white sweatpants.

"Here Chim, this should keep you warm." He places them on the sink, giving him a small smile before turning around to allow him some privacy.

Jimin wobbles when he stands, wiping down his body until it's dry he then grabs the shirt. He slips it over his shoulders, yanking it down he dumps the towel on the floor and slowly pulls on the loose pants. He was thankful to Tae for not watching him or trying to touch him. It hurt him that he couldn't even stomach his best friend touching him let alone being near him. He felt guilty, like he was punishing him for something a monster did. But whenever someone got to close to him he'd go into a state of complete panic. Fear would instinctively kick in, calling to him that he was in danger, he'd get hurt if they came close.

"I'm done, thank you Tae." Jimin chews at his bottom lip, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Tae turns around, smiling at him while he picks up the stray towel. He folds it and puts it back on the warming hanger.

"I know you said you weren't hungry but you haven't eaten all day. So there's some chicken soup waiting for you." Tae looks to him hopeful, really wishing Jimin would eat something.

Jimin goes to protest, firm on the fact he wasn't hungry but seeing the gentle glint in Tae's eyes he realised he should be grateful. Grateful Tae is doing all this, taking care of him even when all he seemed to do was cry and push him away. So he timidly nods, shuffling forward to follow Tae out.

He limps slightly as he walks into the living room, finding Namjoon on the couch with a bowl already in hand. When Namjoon notices their presence he immediately snaps his head.

"Chim hey! You want some soup? Here here sit down." He jumps to his feet, gesturing for him to take the seat where he just was.

Jimin does as he's told, sitting down while Namjoon rushes to get him the warm, nourishing soup. Tae keeps a worried eye on him, placing himself on the couch right beside him. Namjoon returns with two extra bowls, he hands one to Tae who takes it gladly before offering a bowl to Jimin. He hesitates at first, his stomach didn't want it but his body did.

"Thank you." Jimin grabs the bowl, dropping it down on his lap he stares at the boiling liquid.

"If there's anything you need, I'm here." Namjoon reminds him, plopping himself next to him.

Jimin smiles softly at that, staring down at his bowl he tries to find the courage to lift up the spoon and bring the soup to his lips.

"Just a few bites Chim, please." Tae begs, wanting to see him eat before he withers away.

Jimin shallows hard, a rock had found its way lodged in his throat. His chest suddenly tightened, lungs stiffening struggling to take in air. He squeezes his eyes shut, desperate to calm himself down so he could just take a few measly bites.

"It's okay Chim, if you don't want to you don't have to." Namjoon could see him beginning to panic, see his hands trembling as they held the bowl.

Jimin sucks in harsh breath, calming his nerves as he shakes his head. He was going to do this even if it killed him. With shaky hands he lifts up the spoon, bringing it to his lips he opens his mouth. The moment it rests on his tongue the urge to gag raised its ugly head. But he holds himself back, quickly forcing himself to shallow before he changed his mind.

Tae smiles at him when he takes a bite, feeling a sense of relief that he at least ate something even if it was a small bit of soup.

"Well done Chim! You're doing really well." He praises him, encouraging him to keeping going.

Jimin glances to him, softly smiling at him as he nods and takes another sip of his soup. He's only able to manage a few mouthfuls but it was enough to ease Tae and Namjoon's conscience that Jimin had something in his stomach.

"I can't..-I'm sorry." Jimin moves the bowl to the table, wiping his face of anything that remained.

"It's okay, you ate something that's all that matters Chim." Tae keeps praising him, not wanting him to feel anything but love.

Jimin nods again, fumbling with his fingers out of nervous habit. He couldn't shake this feeling of anxiousness, like he was on edge all the time. Having to look over his shoulder in case anyone jumped out or tried attacking him. Even though he knew he was safe, no one would hurt him here he just couldn't shake the feeling.

"Can I please go back to bed? I'm really tired." He politely asked, the need to lie down beckoned him.

"Of course! Do whatever you like. But-Jimin would you like me to call your parents?" Tae had to ask, Jimin hadn't told them and they needed to know.

Jimin's eyes widen in a cruel panic, he couldn't tell his parents. They could never know what happened to him.

"No! No please don't-I can't. They can't know please." Jimin shakes his head, eyes turning teary and red.

Tae instantly puts his hands up, promising not to if that's what he wants.

"When you're ready we'll call them yeah? They should know Jimin, they're your parents." Tae understood that he wasn't ready to tell anyone else but his parents needed to know what happened to their son.

Jimin gets up, yanking down his sleeves to cover himself. He walks around the couch, giving a short goodbye before he's heading down the hall. Tae watched him go, sighing sadly as Jimin's mental state only seemed to be getting worse.

"He'll get there Tae, just give him time. He needs time to process everything. What he went through is damaging enough but the aftermath is the hardest part." Namjoon could see the pain in Tae's eyes, Jimin had never acted so broken.

Tae flicks his gaze to him, nodding though he didn't like the thought of waiting for the real Jimin to return. For his best friend to come back because watching the broken was already hard enough.

He couldn't breath. His lungs were being crashed by his heavy, grotesque weight. His disgusting, rough hands groped him, marking every inch of his naked body. The tip of his nails dug into his flesh, ripping at the sides of his hips to lift his ass higher in the air. Slapping of skin on skin nailed its way through the cold air, stinging his ears. Fear cling to him like glue, holding him firm in its bony grasp.

"You're such a tease. You wanted this, you made me do this." The man grunts out in desperate pants, gripping tighter onto his waist.

Jimin whimpers and wines, wincing when the man moves his hips faster. His teeth grind together, head cracked uncontrollably to the left. His arms had turned completely numb, dead weight by how tightly he was bound.

He didn't understand why the man was doing this. Why he chose him. Why he stormed into his home and forced himself on him so brutally. He had no idea how long it had been. It could've been five minutes or two hours he didn't know. All he knew was the painful feeling of the man ruthlessly forcing his way inside him and the sound of his deathly grunts and flashing of his camera. He wanted it to stop. For the man to leave but he never seemed to finish. Going for more every time he thought they were done.

"I'm going to hang these on my bedroom wall. When I look at them I'll think of you." The man laughs, snapping another picture of Jimin's bare form sprawled out on the bed.

Jimin wiggles his numb wrists, stuffing his tear stained face deeper into the mattress. A massacre of goring shame and disgust burnt deeply within his crushed soul. His most vulnerable and most shameful moment was caught on camera, forever memorialised for the man's pleasure. It repulsed him, knowing this man had his naked pictures and would admire them as if they were his to adore. They weren't. He had no right to have them, no right to take pictures of him bound and blindfolded being forced to do something he never consented to.

Goosebumps prick his skin when rough fingers trail down his spine, circling his back almost sensually that made him nauseous. He cries into the soaked duvet, drooling snot and spit which coated his chin.

"P-Please...Stop.." Jimin chokes out in a painful grunt, the pressure of the man's weight squishing his lungs.

The man growls in a murderous tone, only response to his begging plea is pushing down on his weak body harder, picking up his already brutal pace. Jimin would've screamed if he had the air, but he couldn't breath not when the man was bearing his entire weight on his back.

"You're better than I could've imagined, you should feel proud." The man whispered into his ear, his warm breath tingling his skin.

Jimin bolts up in his bed, panting and sweaty from the haunting memory that wouldn't stop playing in his wrecked mind. His eyes fling around the room,
paranoid the man might be lurking in the shadows. He almost screams when he catches a figure laying on the small lunge chair at the end of his bed. But just when he goes to open his mouth a gentle snore radiates from the sleeping figure. A sudden wash of relief comes over him, he knew that snore, could recognise it anywhere.

"Tae?" Jimin carefully whispers, shuffling in his bed as he sits up slightly.

Tae doesn't reply, only snores louder as he shifts around. He was exhausted, his own guilt and worry for his best friend had drained him. When Jimin has slipped away, gone to bed Tae had found his way in the small chair facing his bed. Tae wanted to be near him when he slept, keep a protective eye on him to make sure no one hurt him or if he needed anything he was right there waiting.

Jimin pulls the covers off him, with caution he placed his feet on the floor. He lifts himself off the soft bed, grabbing the blanket which laid over the duvet he waddled over to where Tae slept. He gently throws the blanket over him, covering him to keep him warm.

"Thank you Tae." Jimin mumbles as he tugs him in, grateful to him for being there when he really needs him.

Tae stirs slightly but remained coaxed in his deep sleep to which nothing could awaken the exhausted boy. Jimin smiles at his cuteness before shuffling back to his bed. He slowly gets back in, snuggling into the duvet while he just laid down and stared at the ceiling. The sounds of his delicate breathing and Tae's loud snores filled the space. It felt soothing for Jimin, reminding him he wasn't alone, that the man couldn't get to him if Tae was here.

He wasn't alone. He kept repeating that. The man was gone and he wouldn't be coming back. He was safe. He was safe.

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Jimin rubs his aching eyes, the sunlight burst through the thin curtains in a burning brightness. His entire body felt sore and drained, eyes red with dark bags hanging under them. He looks around the room, to the chair which was now empty. No sleeping Tae but instead a folded up blanket in his place. Jimin swings his legs over the side of the bed, throwing the warm duvet off him. He walks out the bedroom, towards the faint voices he could hear in the living room.

"The police called Joon, they said we could go back but how is Jimin supposed to go back there? He was raped in his bed, he can't stay there." Tae's cracked, choked up voice echoed through the walls.

"Where else would you go? It's fucking hard enough in this town to find a decent place to live. You got lucky with the apartment you found." Namjoon recoils, knowing finding a new place to live was near impossible in this town.

"Lucky? You serious Joon? I wouldn't call some psycho breaking into our house and raping Jimin fucking lucky! Why are not staying there." Tae barks back in a feral tone, riled up on guilt and anger for what's been done to his best friend.

"That's not what I meant Tae and you know it. You know how hard it was to find that place. It took months of searching, finding a new place will be just as hard." Namjoon saw the reason, they couldn't up and move at the click of a finger.

Just when Tae's about to fight back they notice the presence of the small, gaunt looking boy. Jimin stood in the door frame, his expression unknown as he stared blankly at them.

"Chim! You're up?-"

"I want to go back." Is all Jimin said, interrupting Tae as he spoke.

"What?" Both boys blink, unsure if they heard him right.

"I want to go back home Tae, please. I just want to go back home." Jimin's eyes turned glossy, twinkling in the sunlight.

Tae doesn't know what to say, other than a firm nod of his head. He had to respect Jimin's decision even if he didn't agree with it.

"Are you sure Chim? We will but we don't have to stay there if you don't want to." Tae stood upright, no longer leaning on the kitchen counter.

"I want too. It's our home Tae, I'm not going to let him take that away too." Jimin was determined, the man had taken enough from him he wasn't going to take his home too.

"Okay, we'll go back." Tae nods, smiling at Jimin as he stared at him proudly.

Jimin stares up at the dully painted apartment building. It's once pearly white now a filthy yellow and brown. He's never notice how haunting the apartment building looked. Almost something out of horror movie or paranormal one.

Was it always so scary looking? Jimin wondered that himself. Or had it just become scary after what had happened. He presumed the latter. Of course it was the latter.

"You ready Jimin?" Tae asked him, still in the drivers seat ready to turn around if he decided he wasn't.

"Yes." Jimin nods, glancing to him giving a reassuring smile.

Jimin gets out of the car, shutting the door behind him. He sucks in a heavy, foul breath. Gulping down the vile which slithered its way up his throat. He could do this. He could walk back in there and reclaim his home.

Tae waits for him to make the first move, not moving unless he did. With one, shaky step Jimin walks, heading to the stairs that lead to his apartment. Tae cautiously follows him, keeping a beady eye out for any creepers or suspicious looking people. When Jimin makes it to the top he stops, taking a much needed breath. He didn't understand why it was so hard. All he was doing is taking the same flight of stairs he takes every single day yet somehow this time was different. It was painful-frightening that made his chest cave in and his lungs struggle for air.

"Chim?" Tae's voice was gentle, soft in its tone.

"I'm okay." Jimin starts to walk again, taking the last few steps to their apartment door.

Jimin meets with the familiar snot green coloured door, the two golden numbers 95 nailed in. His fingers trace the cold metal, sighing as he does. Tae drops the bag down, fishing for his keys.

"Are you sure about this?" Tae asked again, wanting to make sure Jimin could do this.

"Open the door Tae." Jimin glances to him, stepping back so he could unlock it.

Tae slots the key in, he twists it then pushes the door open. He stares at Jimin, smiling softly while he picks up the bag. Tae's the first to step in, biting the bullet and going in. Jimin pauses for a moment, plucking up the courage to do the same. He clenches his fists, moving his feet he walks inside. His eyes scan the room, it looked exactly the same. Just how he left it, coffee cups stacked on the table. It was like nothing had ever happened, almost as if they'd gone back in time.

"You want anything to eat? Drink?" Tae stood in the kitchen, packing away food he'd brought for them.

Jimin shakes his head, moving towards the hallway, to his bedroom. Tae watches him, stepping out the kitchen as Jimin gets to his door. He stops in the door way, his eyes fixated on the bare bed. His throat swelled shut, breathing ragged as the image of his bed sent him into a tumbling sense of fear. A punch in the gut would've hurt less than what he was feeling just staring at his bed.

"We'll get you a new one Jimin." Tae spoke from behind him, sensing the discomfort he was feeling.

"No, it's okay. I liked this bed, it's my bed." Jimin knew even if they brought a new one he'd still feel the same dread that's consuming him.

Jimin walks inside, going to the closer where he kept more duvets. He searched through them, grabbing out a sky blue one. Tae helps him lay it out, pulling it over the mattress. Jimin fluffs the pillows, placing them neatly and getting the blanket perfect.

"You can have my bed if you want Chim? We can switch rooms." Tae suggests, trying anything to get him to feel comfortable again.

"It's really okay Tae, you don't need to move. I'll still feel the same no matter what room I sleep in." Jimin waves him off, smoothing down the duvet.

Tae chews on his lips, wishing there was anything he could do. It didn't seem to matter what he did or said it was never enough to take away the pain Jimin felt inside. Nor did he think he could. The pain Jimin felt he'd have to carry for the rest of his life.

Jimin sits down on his bed, feeling his mattress as his fingers circle. He glances down at where it all happened. Where he was forced to lay as the man bared down him so cruelly. There was nothing there, no evidence, nothing to prove it even happened other than the gut wrenching memory. If you looked at his bed you wouldn't think twice. Wouldn't know anything so viscous had been done. But Jimin knew, he knew what had been done on this bed and he'd never forget it.

As Jimin got lost in his thoughts, memories a knock at the door sounds. Tae goes to answer as he was in the kitchen cooking something up in hopes Jimin might eat.

"Detective?" Tae's eyes spark in surprise, finding Detective Jeon Jungkook was his door step.

"Hello Taehyung, sorry to bother you. But is Jimin here? I have a few more questions for him." Jungkook smiles at him sweetly.

"More questions? But he answered all of them. He's not in the right headspace right now for more questions." Tae argues back, going to shut the door but stops when someone speaks up.

"Let him in Tae." Jimin stood in the hallway, having come out when he heard the knock.

Tae is about to argue but the look Jimin have him made him change his mind and do what he said. He opens the door to allow him in.

"Thank you." Jungkook said as he stepped inside, eyes going straight to Jimin.

"How are you feeling today Jimin?" Jungkook asked, following him to the couch where Jimin had moved too.

"How do you think he's doing?" Tae rudely remarks, taking the seat next to Jimin but not to close.

"Tae. He's just being polite." Jimin scolds him, apologising to the Detective for his rude friend.

Jimin felt somehow comfortable with the detective, he was the first person he talked to after it happened. The first one to be there for him, to look after him when he couldn't do it himself.

"I'm sorry to have to ask you this again Jimin, I know it's hard but I need to know everything that had happened for me to do my job and make sure who did this is caught and punished." Jungkook had removed his large overcoat, pulling out his notepad.

"I don't know what more I can tell you, I've already told you all there is to know." Jimin didn't like the idea of having to go through it all again, it was hard enough to confess the first time.

"I need to know every detail, no matter how small it is I need to hear it. Is there anything you can tell me about the man? What he looked like? Height? How he spoke?" Jungkook asked, clicking his pen in readiness.

Jimin looks down to the floor, twiddling his thumbs as he has to force himself to go back there.

"He was tall, taller than me. He was skinny but he had the strength of a big man. His voice was low, he sounded like he was from here. He had the accent. I didn't see his face, he wore a mask." Jimin kept his gaze down, he couldn't look at anyone when he told the story.

"What kind of mask was it?" Jungkook inquires, still writing down.

"A vendetta mask, like from that movie. He wore all black, had black jeans and a turtleneck." Jimin describes the man best he could but it wasn't much as he barely caught a glimpse of him.

Jungkook kept nodding, taking in everything he had to say.

"You said he knocked on the door at three but you didn't call the police until five. What time did the man leave?" Jungkook wanted to hear everything no matter how brutal it was to hear.

Tae sat there silent, hearing everything felt to real. To hard to listen to because it just made him want to scream and cry at the same time.

"He stayed with me until I think five, I don't know for sure because I couldn't see but he was there from three to just before I called." Jimin never realised how long the man actually stayed, he knew it felt like an eternity but he just assumed that was because he hated every moment of it.

Jungkook and Tae share a look, both with wide eyes at the new knowledge that Jimin had been sexually assaulted for two hours.

"Chim? Chim I'm so sorry." Tae chokes on air, wanting desperately to reach out and hold him but he knew he couldn't.

Jimin sniffled, a stray tear catching his chin and dropping to the floor. He quickly wipes it away, he was sick of crying.

"I'm so sorry this happened to Jimin, I really am. Is there anything else you can think of?" Jungkook felt the growing urge to protect this man, he was truly broken.

"He took pictures, he-he would pause and just snap photos of me. He'd move me around, make me pose. He said I was his model and he was the photographer making me look beautiful. He said he'd make a collage of them, display them because they deserved to be seen." Jimin's head falls between his lap, hanging in shame as he felt disgusted with himself.

Tae couldn't breath, suffocating on the guilt eating his soul. His eyes stung, he felt for Jimin, could almost feel the agonising pain that welled up inside him. Jungkook found this new information difficult to take in. This man had taken pictures in the most degrading moment of Jimin's life. Getting engorged in the humiliation Jimin had been forced to face. It sickened him, disgusted him that the man would do that. Memorialise the moment forever so it was permanent and could never be forgotten.

That's when Jungkook knew the monster he was facing, the revolting man who was able to do something so vulgar. He knew right there and then he would stop at nothing to catch this bastard.

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