Little Space

"What do you fucking mean you can't do anything?! Do you want to see what he fucking did?! He saw his fucking face!" Yoongi screamed into the phone.

"Sir, please. We're trying to do what we can—"

"Fucking try harder! This is fucking bullshit!" Yoongi stomped his foot.

"We have no proof right now. Park Jimin-ssi wouldn't let us look at his injuries. We can't keep him here after 48 hours if we have no proof." The woman sounded exhausted and like she was trying to keep herself calm.

"I'll fucking bring him down then so you can see! Don't you dare let that fucker go." Yoongi hung up the phone. He growled and kicked the wall. He placed a hand on the wall above his head and rested his forehead against the cool wallpaper.

Jimin walked in, hesitation evident on his face. "D-Daddy?"

Yoongi softened and looked at Jimin sadly. He bent down to give him a quick kiss. "Hey, baby."

"Why was Daddy yelling?" Jimin asked, tilting his head to the side. The nasty bruises and cuts still adorned his body.

Yoongi sighed. "It's okay, baby boy. Forget about that. I need to tell you something, okay?"

Jimin nodded and took Yoongi's hands in his. Yoongi placed a quick kiss to the top of one of his hands.

"I know you hate it, baby, but the police need to look at what he did to you. Otherwise, they have to let Kihyun go. Do you think you can be a brave boy and let them look at you?" Yoongi asked, searching Jimin's eyes.

Jimin pouted and looked down at his feet. He rocked back on his heels. "I guess so, Daddy," he mumbled.

"What a good boy." Yoongi smiled and kissed his forehead, ruffling his hair. "Come on, sweetheart. We have to go now, okay?"

Jimin nodded and let Yoongi put his sweatshirt on. Yoongi pressed one last kiss to his cheek and put on both of their shoes. The elder led a shaking Jimin from the apartment.

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"Okay, Jimin-ssi. I'm going to ask you to take off your sweatshirt."

Jimin hesitated and Yoongi reached out to rub at the small of his back. Jimin relaxed in his hold and Yoongi pulled up the hem of his sweatshirt, taking it off for him.

"Oh, your shirt too. And the pants would be good." The nurse went back to writing on her clipboard. Just watching her write things down made Yoongi's stomach sink.

Jimin looked at Yoongi with wide eyes. Yoongi hushed him and kissed his temple. "It's okay, baby. It'll be okay."

Yoongi helped Jimin undress, leaving him sitting on the cold table in nothing but boxers. Jimin was flushing and Yoongi was sure he was about to cry. The woman came over and inspected the wounds on his chest. She reached out to look at one closer and Jimin flinched. She apologized.

She looked over at his neck and narrowed her eyes at the teeth marks. "Do you have more of the teeth marks?"

Jimin nodded and pointed to his thighs. She smiled sadly and moved down. She picked up a camera and snapped a few photos of the marks.

"We'll have him take teeth imprints. If his teeth match these marks... Well, if they don't, we'll have to let him go."

Yoongi nodded and thanked her. She left the room so Jimin could get dressed once more.

Yoongi walked over to him and was immediately enveloped in the smaller's arms. Yoongi was quiet until he heard Jimin sniffle against his stomach.

"Hey," he whispered. He squatted down to be eye level with the younger. There were tears in his eyes. "Baby, hey. It's okay, love. Don't cry on me." He wiped at some of his tears as they spilled over. "Daddy likes it when you're happy."

Jimin nodded and wiped at his eyes. "I-I wanna go home, Daddy."

Yoongi nodded and kissed his forehead. "We can go home now. Don't worry, baby."

Jimin just nodded again and closed his eyes, clinging to Yoongi's shirt.

~

Yoongi was cuddled up to Jimin on the couch when his phone rang. He pulled away, kissing Jimin's cheek, and went into the kitchen to take the call.

"Hello?"

"Min Yoongi-ssi?"

"Yes? What is it?" He nervously bit his lip and bounced his leg in place.

"The teeth prints on Park Jimin-ssi's thighs and neck matches perfectly with Yoo Kihyun's teeth and dental records. We have him in custody."

Yoongi let out a shaky breath and placed a palm on the table. He closed his eyes and breathed out. "Thank you, thank you." He hung up the phone and walked back to the living room.

"Jiminie?"

Jimin looked over at him, messy hair and wide eyes. The collar around his neck stood out in the dim light.

"Jiminie, they got him. Okay? He can't hurt you anymore. The teeth matched, baby."

Jimin burst into tears. Yoongi ran over and pulled him into his arms. Jimin just kept sobbing into his chest and shaking. Yoongi could only pet through his hair and try to comfort him.

"No, no, baby, don't cry. Oh no. It's okay, it's okay."

Jimin clung to him. "I was so scared, Daddy."

Yoongi pet his hair. "I know, I know. You're fine, it's okay. It's getting late, baby boy. Why don't we go to bed?"

Jimin nodded and let Yoongi pick him up. Yoongi brought him into bed. Jimin put one of his legs through Yoongi's, the other thrown over Yoongi's top leg. Yoongi smiled and pulled Jimin into his arms, kissing his temple repeatedly.