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Capítulo 13: Chapter 12: Double Trouble

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Jimin

The stranger, who turned out to be a boy, rushed to Jimin and covered his mouth.

"Shhh! Please! Be quiet."

Seeing that the other was just as shocked as he was, Jimin stopped protesting and nodded. The other released him and Jimin took some deep breaths. "I'm sorry. I thought you're a thief or something. What the heck are you doing in my best friend's friend's room." Jimin crunched his brows, wondering whether his sentence made sense at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a thief or anything," answered the boy. "Namjoon let me stay here." He looked so innocent and shy Jimin couldn't help but believe him.

"And who are you to him?"

The taller boy looked down to his feet. "We're friends. From high school. He let me stay here for a night." It sounded honest.

'So that's why Namjoon didn't want me to come here,' wondered Jimin . 'He could've just told it to Yoongi.'

"I see. Nice to meet you then. I'm Jimin."

"Jin. Seokjin." They shaked hands and Jin walked out of the bathroom. "So... What are you doing here at this hour?"

"Eh, well that's a long story. In short: I lost my keys and I got locked out of my room." Thankfully the other didn't ask much. He just nodded then pointed towards the bed.

"You can stay here. I guess. If you're Namjoon's friend I don't think he would mind it."

Jimin looked at the king sized bed. It looked much more comfortable than the couch. "Um..." But he wasn't really Namjoon's friend yet. He only met him a few times so he hesitated a bit but eventually agreed. "Okay... I guess you're right."

They continued talking for hours and Jimin had to admit he really liked this Jin guy. He didn't even understood why was Namjoon hiding him. Jin told him that he was staying at the room because forgot to book one for himself and since Namjoon was a good friend of his he let him stay till next semester.

Jimin didn't question anything, he believed every word. The poor boy had no idea the other was lying.

Seokjin

Jin didn't know what to say when the stranger came into the room. How could he explain himself? He didn't even know why he was there, in Namjoon's room. Everything happened too fast. Yesterday he was still living on a couch and then Namjoon came out of nowhere and dragged him back to his room.

He understood nothing. He didn't had the opportunity to ask the younger because Namjoon left.

He felt awful. Namjoon must've figured out he was sleeping there for days and after that it wasn't so hard to figure out the rest. The male probably felt pity for him and that's why he tried to help. It was really an awful feeling. He was really glad that the boy went out for the day. Of course he appreciated the gesture but he just felt so awkward around him.

And then even this pink-haired stranger found him and asked him questions he couldn't answer. Namjoon obviously didn't tell his friends about the boy who had been sleeping in his room for no reason so he couldn't tell the truth. Lying seemed to be the best choice, so that's what he did, and thankfully, the other believed him.

The boy called Jimin was really nice. First he didn't talk much but after a while he told him about his roommate and how he got locked out from his room, which was really funny to be honest. It reminded Jin of a week ago, when he and Namjoon were still sharing the room. Even though he hated it then, but it was still better than now.

He and Jimin had talked through the night so he was awfully tired in the morning. The boy was long gone when he woke up so he had the whole bed to spread on. He rolled over his stomach and stretched out his limb.

'Freshly roasted coffee ,' he noted. The sheets smelled like Namjoon, no doubt, it was such a sweet and pleasant scent.

He felt quite bad for using the room so he decided to take a shower in the public bathroom.

He was confused; his thoughts were all about Namjoon.

Why was he so nice to him? Was he that pathetic?

Namjoon

"It's only been weeks but I already miss these breakfasts."

Eight in the morning, Namjoon was already sitting on their flower-covered terrace, having a light breakfast with his mother.

"You can always come back, and join the family business," reminded the woman.

Namjoon sighed. "Mom."

"I won't force you son. If you're happy, I'm happy." His mother smiled. She was a beautiful, gentle woman. She always knew what to say, and supported her family in any case. "Are you enjoying university? Is your room really that nice?"

"I do. A lot. And my room is perfect."

They sat there in silence, sipping from their coffees and enjoying the scenery which was a beautiful garden, full of flowers, until Namjoon broke the peaceful silence.

"Mom, can I ask you something?"

"That's why I'm called mom," chuckled the woman.

"What would you do... if someone that you've only met a week ago and you used to hate, would turn out be someone that needs help."

His mother raised a brow. "I guess then it's not about your friends. Did you meet someone new?"

Namjoon frowned and averted his gaze to the garden. "Sort of."

"And this person told you they need help?"

"No. Actually I think he doesn't really want anyone to know about it."

"So it's a he." Namjoon nodded, still staring at the flowers. "What kind of help does he need?"

He looked at his mother. "Financial, I think."

The woman simply stated, "I would help," then sipped from her mug.

Namjoon was a bit taken aback. "Just like that?"

"Your father was right in one thing when he taught you back then." Namjoon looked at her mother curiously. His father had told him many things when he was a child. "Money does give you power," she said. "It gives you the power to help. Help someone when they need it."

Namjoon sighed, looking down at his empty mug. Giving money to Jin would be really awkward for both of them and there's no way the other would accept it.

It's like his mother could hear his thoughts, and she spoke up again. "Don't think about it like that. There are other ways to help. You have to find the one that is the best for both of you. If you really want to help him you should find a way that won't make him feel uncomfortable."

Namjoon thought about it. Does he really want to help? He doesn't even know Jin and it's none of his business anyway.

"You don't need to help him if you don't want to. But I know you will," stated his mother.

Namjoon's head jolted. "Are you some kind of mentalist?"

The woman laughed. "I'm your mother. I'm better than a mentalist."

Namjoon playfully rolled his eyes. "And what's with that 'But you will?' "

"You always do," she answered. "You always did when you were young even if it was just about a bird with a broken wing. You haven't changed."

Namjoon smiled, recalling the memories. When he was young he religiously brought wounded animals into their house, asking his mother to take them to the vet even if it was just a snail with a broken shell.

He thanked for the breakfast and for the advice and with a gentle kiss on his mother's cheek he said goodbye. Before stepping into the house, he looked back to the garden once more.

"Why don't we have lavenders here?"

The woman looked at the flowers. "I don't know. I just never thought about it," she said. "Do you like them?"

"I love lavenders." Namjoon said with a gentle smile then left the terrace.

He loved having breakfast with his mother and he didn't want to leave her behind but he had to attend a meeting with his father before he could go back to the campus.

Jungkook

Jungkook didn't meet Jimin after he locked him out but he couldn't wait for it. He wanted to see the other's face getting red as he would try to scold him, but he would just laugh because the other would look so funny trying to act all confident and fiery.

Scenario after scenario played over and over again in his head about a flustered Jimin, acting so feisty but looking so small and cute.

A muffled snort came out of him as he unconsciously smiled.

"Jungkook? You're spacing out again."

The woman's voice brought him back to life and his gaze fell back on his still untouched canvas. He quickly shook his head and started patting the whiteboard, leaving random blue bolts on it.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I just don't want to give you bad grades because you keep daydreaming about someone."

"What? I didn't," snapped Jungkook.

"Sure." The teacher smiled as she walked away.

'Do I really look like a daydreaming teen?'

After the class had ended he went to the hall to meet up with Hoseok so they could have lunch together. He had his ears plugged in as he walked through the park and he only looked forward but it was impossible not to notice the bright pink, messy fluffiness among the well styled, black and brown heads.

'So you still havent' dyed it,' smiled Jungkook.

Jimin was sitting on a bench, his eyes focused on his phone. Jungkook directed his steps towards the boy but he stopped when he noticed a girl who was pushed towards Jimin by her friends. She seemed really shy and she was holding something small in her hands.

Jungkook watched the scene from away. The girl finally stood in front of Jimin but she was so shy no words left her mouth. Jimin looked up to her with questioning eyes. Then the girl finally said something that Jungkook couldn't hear and hold out the tiny box for Jimin. The pink one looked confused but took the box and smiled timidly. He said something too that made the girl smile, then she bowed and ran back to her giggling friends.

'Girls... So annoying,' grunted Jungkook as he walked away.

So Jimin was quite popular with them, wasn't he? A boy so sweet and nice, looking like an actual God; sharp jawlines, almond eyes, plump lips; shiny hair, looking fluffier than a puppy's fur; clothes stylish but simple, fitting perfectly on his gorgeous body that moved so gracefully like he's an actual prince, and with that angelic smile that held all the kindness and sweetness of the universe, Jungkook shouldn't be surprised.

He himself was quite popular with the girls too but there was this tiny, little thing:

Jungkook wasn't really into girls. He sure dated some before but he always ditched his dates after a few days and he didn't even plan more that a movie or a heavy make out with any of them.

He wasn't ashamed of his sexuality but he wasn't loud about it either. It wasn't the world's business to judge him if it wasn't needed, he kept quiet about it.

Grumpily, as he entered the hall he already saw Hoseok waiting for him but he wasn't alone. He was with that Taehyung guy - if Jungkook remembered correctly.

"What's this? I thought were going to eat together." He asked, pointing towards the unwanted boy with a frown.

"And that's what we're going to do," smiled Hoseok. "I just thought I would introduce you my roommate. Properly."

"I know who you are. You're Taehyung, Jimin's friend," he stated, face stern as always.

Taehyung visibly seemed uncomfortable which was quite rare for him. "I just realized I have something to do, maybe I should go," he offered, already stepping aside.

"You're not going anywhere." Hoseok grabbed Taehyung's arm and pulled him back. "We're gonna have lunch together." He shoot a hard look at Jungkook then walked towards the canteen.

It was really awkward because of Jungkook - of course. He didn't even try to be friendly at first but after he got enough of his hyung's dead stares he tried to moderate himself a bit. They didn't talk much but it was more than enough for Jungkook and he had to admit, after all, this boy wasn't that bad.

He was quite interesting, a little silly but not dumb, and he wasn't like Jimin at all. Jungkook could see why Hoseok liked Taehyung so much. They were really alike.

Guess he should never judge a person by their friend.

Jimin

Jimin was laying on his bed when Jungkook entered the room and fell onto his own. He wasn't even mad about yesterday, not anymore. If Jungkook wouldn't have locked him out he would've never met Jin. He had had a really nice time with the other so he was almost grateful for his roommate.

Also, he knew Jungkook wanted him to be mad and the fact that he wasn't would make him furious so he had some ulterior motives.

Jungkook turned to his side and Jimin could feel the younger's stare but he kept his gaze on his phone.

"How was your sleep last night?"

"Good, thanks," answered Jimin, still staring the device.

"Good to hear that." Jungkook didn't sound happy at all, and Jimin liked that.

They just laid there for almost thirty minutes but Jungkook couldn't take the silence anymore and spoke up again. "I'm hungry. Do you have some snacks?"

Jimin looked at him, wide eyed. "What?"

"Do. You. Have. Any. Snacks?" scorned Jungkook.

Jimin heard it well, he just couldn't believe that the other asked him something that wasn't part of a prank. "Even if I had, I wouldn't give you."

"Rude."

Jimin hissed. "Really? Who locked me out yesterday?"

Jungkook pouted. "I dunno, who?"

"Really Jungkook?" Jimin rolled his eyes.

Jungkook stood up and went to the window so he was standing beside Jimin's bed.

"What are you doing?" asked the elder.

"Can't I look at the beautiful scenery we have here?" Jimin rolled his eyes again and continued playing on his phone. Jungkook stood there for a few minutes then started sighing. First it was just a normal, soft sigh but the it got louder and Jimin couldn't help but roll his eyes for the third time because it became obvious; the younger won't stoppit until he gets the wanted attention.

"What now?" whined Jimin.

"Nothing." sighed Jungkook. "I'm just hungry."

"Then eat something. You're annoying."

"Everything's already closed," he said. "When is your date with that girl?"

Jimin sat up like he was kicked by the mattress after hearing the sudden and totally nemodavágó question. "What?"

"I saw you speaking with a girl in the park. She seemed really... girlish."

Jimin's brows raised. "So you're spying on me now?"

"Don't think too much of yourself. I was just walking by and saw it."

"Well, it's none of your business."

"Are you going on a date with her?" Jungkook asked anyway, still staring out the windows.

"As I said; none of your business," emphasized Jimin.

"But you're going on a date with her, aren't you?"

"Why do you care? I will do if I want and I won't if I don't want to."

"I don't care. I'm just hungry," answered Jungkook, then walked back to his bed.

Jimin was getting really annoyed.

'Is he always this unbearable when he's hungry?'

Jimin looked back at his phone but it was low on battery so he searched for his charger which was nowhere to be found.

"Jungkook," he exclaimed.

"Hmm."

"You don't know where's my charger, do you?"

Jungkook raised to his elbows. "I dunno, do I?"

"Just tell me already."

"I will. If you help me search for some food," he stated lazily.

Jimin shook his head. His voice went high-pitched again as he began to lose his patience. "And where exactly do you want to do that? You just said; everything's closed."

"Maybe we can find something in the canteen."

Jimin clenched his jaw. "Don't even think about it! Give me back my charger." Jungkook didn't react, just sat there motionless. "Aish!" Jimin stood up and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To get some food. Come before I change my mind."

Jungkook jumped up like an excited child and followed Jimin. They walked downstairs; as quiet as possible. The building was dark and empty. They tiptoed into the canteen and towards the food counter.

"See, there's nothing here. Can we go now?" whispered Jimin.

"Not so fast." Jungkook walked closer and jumped over the counter. He bent down and pulled out two packs of instant ramen. "See?" Jimin rolled his eyes for the fourth time that day and urged him to get out of there.

"Come out before someone sees us!"

"Why are you so worked up. Just let me look around."

"Because I don't want to get detention again," grunted Jimin, nervously looking around to see if they were still alone.

Jungkook's head popped up. "Why? Last time it was fun."

"Sure, sure. Just do it quickly," urged him the elder.

"O-ho.... What did I find?"

Jimin looked at the two bottles of wine Jungkook was holding and his eyes widened. "Put that back!"

"Party pooper," grunted Jungkook, and just when he bent down again the lights turned on and they both snapped their heads, looking around like two frightened dears.

"I told you!" whisper yelled Jimin as he backed away.

"Shit! Don't leave me here," hissed the other then jumped over the counter and ran after his roommate.

Jimin was so afraid of getting caught that he ran like never before. When he finally arrived to the room he shut the door and released a heavy sight. It was way too heavy. The door opened again and Jungkook stumbled in.

"Well, you won't be my partner in crime." he said, panting hard.

Jimin was panting too but he was also breathing hard. Leaning against his bed, he tried to even his breaths but it was getting even worse. He began to feel something he forgot about long time ago.

'Shit,' he hissed, clenching his fingers around his sheets.

He hadn't taken his pills since monday which was almost a week ago. How can he be that stupid. He cursed himself for being the weak person he was. He didn't want to be like this front of anyone and Jungkook's presence just made his condition worse. He literally leaped to the windows and tore them open. He bent over and tried to breath in some fresh air but every inhaled waft felt like punch in his throat.

"Jimin?" He heard Jungkook's voice from the background and he started to panic.

First, it started because he was afraid of being caught by the teachers, then he ran so fast his heartbeats lost it's rhythm, and now he was panicking because of Jungkook's presence.

Usually he could've just stopped it before it got worse but now it wasn't an option. He turned around and met with two scanning eyes; round and curious, staring at him almost cutely. The younger obviously didn't understand the situation.

By then, Jimin was breathing loudly and abnormally. The air stuck in his throat, making him gaping helplessly. He felt his chest tighten and he wanted to get rid of his sweater so he started tugging the material from his neck even though he knew it was useless. He wanted to search for his inhaler - which he usually didn't have to use but his parents made him carry it around - but it was too late, he couldn't stand anymore and he dropped to his knees.

"Jimin," cried out Jungkook. Jimin felt hands on his back but he pushed them away because everything felt already heavy around him and two hands touching his body just made everything worse. He didn't want to be rude, he felt bad enough for scaring the boy but there was no time to being considerate.

"Call—" He tried to speak but the words got stuck in his throat, making him sound like he was choking. "Call... Yo— Yoongi."

M E A N W H I L E

Seokjin

It was already midnight and Jin was still on the couch, reading sustained.

"Hello, pretty boy."

Startled by the sudden voice he looked up to meet with a face of a boy; tall and masculine, hair dyed silver, almost covering his dark eyes.

"What are you doing here?" The stranger asked, smiling.

"Can't you see? I'm reading."

"Woah... Sassy. I like it." The boy's voice was just as deep and husky as Namjoon's, but far from being as soft and kind.

Jin raised a brow. Two other boys - shorter and more lean - came and stood beside the stranger.

"Is he the one you talked about." One of them asked.

"He's really pretty," noted the other. Hearing the phrase Jin shifted uncomfortably. He knew he was popular with the boys too but the way this one said it and the three pairs of hooded eyes made him uneasy.

"What do you want?" he asked with a harsh tone.

"Don't need to be rude baby. We're just here to help you." The silver- head's tone sounded like nothing but trouble. "I saw you here two days ago and I have to say... you really got my attention." He moved closer and placed a finger under Jin's chin.

Jin's eyes grew wide. He pushed the hand away and jumped to his feet. "What the heck are you doing?" He screamed, but not loud enough for anyone to hear it.

"Please, I don't need this crap. I heard about you. I heard rumors." The boy spoke lazily as he stepped closer. Jin tried to back out but one of the smaller boys stood behind him. He was trapped but he could still ran away so he tried. The boy yanked back him by his arm and push him against the nearby wall which made him hiss. "I know who you are Kim Seokjin. You though no one realized you left your parents' house?" Jin understood what was going on.

The dorm was divided to sections. Every section had four or five rooms with one living room and each section had one of those luxurious rooms he applied for. This boy was obvious living in one of those. He must be a son of some CEO and Jin figured out easily that this boy's father was close to his own so that's why he knew about things like this. "I know why they sent you away," smirked the boy.

"You know nothing about me." Jin hissed as his wrists were painfully pinned to the wall beside his head.

The boy leaned closer. "I wouldn't even care but... your dear father had stuffed mine with a lot of money you know?

Jin had no idea. He left the house years ago. He only met his parent on company meetings but he never spoke with them. "It's not my business. As you said: I left them long time ago."

The boy chuckled. "Maybe not, but still, I have to repay the favor and your father is not here so I'm gonna repay it to you."

Jin felt his heartbeats getting louder. He tried to escape but the boy was too strong. He looked for help but noone was around at this hour.

He thought they will beat him up, badly, but what they planned was worse.

"Let me go! I will report you to the principal if you—" The boy giggled with a creepy smile.

"Oh you won't," he said and leaned in to lick Jin's neck.

Jin tried to push the boy away with all of his strength but it was useless; he was too weak. The boy kept abusing his skin with his mouth while his hands were gripping his hips. Jin felt cold fingers slipping under his shirt and touching his skin. He didn't give up and kneeled the boy on his crotch.

"You brat!" The latter hissed and pulled away. He motioned to his friends to held down their prey so he can continue. They did as they were told, pinning him against the wall again and the silver haired student grabbed Jin's chin. The boy leaned in and kissed him roughly. When he felt the chance he bit on the other's tongue but it didn't stop the eager one. The boy's hands were gripping his body harshly and they found a way under his shirt again. Jin shudder as the cold fingers were once again touching his skin and he felt stinging tears gathering in his eyes.

He felt disgusting. He never even thought that something like this could happen to him. He hated himself, he hated the boy, but most of all he hated his father. This wouldn't happen if his father would've not thrown him away.

Feeling ashamed and powerless he tried to break the disgustingly sloppy kiss but the boy held his chin stronger. One hand traveled down on his body and began to undo his belt. The long fingers tugged on his pants as they began to unbutton his jeans.

That was the moment when Jin felt his tears roll down on his cheeks.


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