Serendipity

Chapter 3

"Ouch! You're hurting me! Let go!" I yell in pain as he twists my wrist and arm in his grip. He doesn't say anything but doesn't let go either as he starts to move us toward the door. "Ow!!" I scream again as the pain shoots from my wrist to my shoulder at the movement.

"Hey! Let her go!" I hear Jimin yell from behind us. Before I realize what's happened, he's removed the guard's hand from my wrist and shoved him to the wall. Standing between the two of us, I can feel the anger radiating from his body as he glares at the guard, who is slowly straightening up from the force of the shove.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I have my face buried in Jimin's back trying not to let the tears fall from the pain, my uninjured hand gripping tightly to his shirt. His left hand is resting back on my hip, rubbing as a measure of comfort, though I'm not sure if it's more for me or him because his body is trembling from his rage.

It's a few tense moments as I'm trying to calm my shaking and I feel Jimin's back muscles bunch under my cheek as I turn my head to rest against him. Letting go of his shirt, I slide my hand around to his side, which he grabs and pulls to his chest, covering it with his own so they rest over his heart.

I peek around his shoulder to see what's happening, and my eyes widen to see the guard bowing low over and over.

"Don't ever touch her again," Jimin growls at the guard, who stands up straight.

"My apologies, sir. She didn't say who she was or who she was here to see."

"Excuse me?" I exclaim in sudden anger at this, my mouth dropping open in astonishment. "You never asked, nor did you give me time to explain! Right away you told me to leave. And, if I recall, you didn't believe me when I told you I was invited!"

At this, the guard has the good sense to look contrite, bowing his head. Jimin goes to step toward him, but my sharp inhale from the movement has him stopping suddenly. Turning his head slightly, he sees the tears in my eyes from pain, and the anger drains from his face. Letting go of me, he turns around and gently takes hold of my injured wrist with the lightest touch imaginable. Pushing the sleeve of my sweater up carefully he reveals the angry, red marks from the guard's fingers starting to bruise on my flesh.

"Come on, let's go to the studio so I can look at this closer," Jimin says, looking in my eyes, then grabs my uninjured hand when I nod.

"Sir..." the guard starts to say but stops when he sees the murderous look on Jimin's face before he leads me toward the studio.

It's not as far as I thought it would be, going down the hallway to the last door on the left. Pushing it open, Jimin leads me over to the far side, where a few chairs are set up along the wall under the bright lights. Settling me down on one, he pulls another around to face me, sitting down swiftly.

After helping me take my sweater off, he gingerly wraps his hand around my forearm. Lifting my injured wrist to look at it, he moves it around to check range of motion, occasionally touching his fingers to a particularly angry looking mark then pressing his lips to the same spot.

With a hooded gaze, I watch how gentle he is while still being very thorough, asking where the pain is the worst. I tell him honestly that the pain is starting to recede a bit under his ministrations, but he looks at me with skepticism, one eyebrow raised. Without a word, he gets up and walks back to a bag near the door. Rummaging through it briefly, he returns with a first aid kit in hand.

"I know this won't fix it, but at least it will help stabilize to promote healing," he says when he sits down and pulls out an ace bandage. "I'm very sorry this happened to you."

"It's not your fault, Jimin," I say, watching as he starts wrapping my wrist.

"It is. I got busy with practice and forgot to tell security to expect you," He responds quietly, head down, focused on finishing his task. When he secures it and closes the kit, I put my hand on his arm to stop him from moving away. He refuses to look at me though.