Jimin had just gotten home and was surprised to see a messy room. An overturned bed, clothes scattered on the floor, and a tense atmosphere that felt claustrophobic. You were sitting in the corner, your hair and clothes tangled, your face pale with fear.

His eyes instantly drawn to a sight that took him by surprise. The perpetrator had grabbed your body firmly, holding it in a place that made you feel trapped. Your face looked terrified, your body was shaking, and your clothes looked a mess. Jimin felt his blood boil, a mixture of panic and anger so deep.

Without thinking, Jimin threw the things he was carrying onto the floor and ran over. "Let her go!" Jimin shouted, his voice full of anxiety and decisiveness.