Milkshake Boy | pjm

fourteen

"You monster!" My mother screams the moment she pushes through the door. "You want to rape my fucking daughter?!"

I run ahead of my mother and put my hands on her shoulders, preventing her from moving any closer to Junsu. "Mom, everything is okay. He's going to jail."

She looks into my eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath and nodding. She turns to Junsu, who is staring at us creepily. "God, I just wish I could punch you!"

"You can," Jungkook says casually, causing my mother to look at him with confusion. He holds out his hand to her. "Hi, I'm Police Chief Jeon Jungkook, a friend of your daughters."

"Choi Hyerin," my mother says politely as she shakes his hand. She turns and looks at Junsu's already bruised and bloodied face before smirking. "You're really gonna let me punch him?"

"He let me do it," I say, a smile spreading on my face, understanding how much my mother wants to punch him right now.

My mom takes a step forward before cocking her arm back and punching him in the face a few times, making sure he would bruise. She then lifts her leg and kicks him in the crotch.

"Nice touch," Jimin says, discreetly covering his crotch. "Very nice touch."

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After finishing at the police station and watching Junsu get thrown into one of those jail vans, Jimin and I get into his car, letting my mom have some time to herself to think of how she would explain everything to Yumi.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks sweetly as he turns to look at me from the driver's seat, the car still parked in the police station parking lot. "He said some fucked up shit back there."

"I'm fine," I say, my voice only slightly above a whisper. "He's going away for a long time."

Jimin nods before turning to face forward. He puts his key in the ignition and starts the car, pulling out of his parking space. The air falls silent, the both of us not speaking a word.

"Jimin," I say abruptly, my voice sounding louder than intended. "Thank you, for everything."

He smiles. "I protect people I care about," he says, his eyes still focusing on the road.

"Is it okay if I," my breath catches in my throat. "Stay at your place tonight? I don't know how I'll be able to face my mother in this state. She's so broken."

"You can stay at my place for as long as you need," he says sweetly, his right hand moving away from the steering wheel to hold onto my hand. "I'll do anything for you. Taishi. That's a promise."