In Another Universe
#18. Punishments
Synopsis â When you are just another iteration of Park Jiminâs girlfriend in a different universe.
Park Jimin Ă Reader
Genre â parallel universe / kind of fantasy/ strangers to ??/ SMUT/ maybe romance/ angst/ fluff /Infidelity
Warnings- Language/ Angst / INFIDELITY /SMUT- Bondage, shit ton of usual dirty talking, rough sex, name calling, oral (M. Receiving), they do it while on a call, spit play, multiple orgasms, cum play, cum feeding, this is disgusting tbh đĽ˛
Word count- 37K
a/n- I know I'm taking too long for updates. Honestly, I didn't expect this story to drag out this long. Maybe, just maybe none of you want to read this anymore but I feel so sad to just give up on this. So, I'll make sure to finish it even if it takes time. Though, this is an old excuse, I really find it hard to find a time to just sit down and write. Especially, for the past few weeks/months I've been so burned out that writing felt like a chores. But I like the way how this one turned out. Anyway, my apologies in advance if there's so many mistakes in this chapter because I couldn't triple check and edit it like I normally do. Still, I hope you'll enjoy it and like always I love you all â¤ď¸
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The silence is uncomfortable. Unbearable. Not even the distant noises of traffic or the faintest sounds of the musical playing on the TV can beat that silence. Jimin has no idea how long itâs been since he arrived here. Ten minutes? Five minutes? Maybe itâs just a couple seconds. But it sure does feel as if heâs waited here forever. In utter silence following Seoyeonâs departure. He knows that sheâs somewhere around. Has just left so he and Liya would have some privacy. Privacy that Jimin doesnât want to have. If anything, he wants to be back on a plane. Heading home.Â
Yes, he wants to get this done. Quickly. So, he can go back to you.
Jimin averts his gaze to the woman on the opulent queen size bed in the VIP hospital room. The moment he had stepped inside this room, one of his suspicions vanished. Thisâwhat Seoyeon had let him knowâwasnât a trick. Not one of many plans of Kim Liya. Sheâs actually sick. She looks small bundled in white sheets. Face the color of ash and lips matching her face. Eyes sunken. She looks weak. Weak like you did. It has happened so gradually and slowly Jimin hasnât realized how much youâve started to glow lately. Becoming healthy. He certainly hasnât realized that Liya was losing it.Â
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
He doesnât know what to do. Like you said, neither him nor you would ever want to see Liya wither into dust. But he doesnât know how to make it right. Thatâs why he should talk to her, which he hasnât done until this very moment. He hasnât spoken a single word to his ex-girlfriend. Maybe he should now. Askâ
âI want you to help me.â Before Jimin could finish the thought, Liyaâs weak voice rises above the other faintest of noises. Yet despite how weak her voice is, thereâs an edge to it. Despite how inaudible her voice is, thereâs an order laced to the tone. Sheâs not requesting it. Sheâs demanding. Like she always had. From the beginning of their relationship to the end. And now? Even after their relationship.Â
Jimin has to clench his jaw so he wouldnât snap at her. Back then, when they were a couple, Jimin had felt bad whenever they fought about not meeting Liyaâs commandsâwhich she believed to be requests. No more though. He leans forward in the chair heâs been sitting, placed next to Liyaâs bed. He braces his forearms on his knees, eyes directly on the woman in front of him.
âWhy would I do that?â Asks calmly as he can.Â
âBecause, you owe me thatââ
Jimin knows what sheâs about to say even before she could start. âI owe you nothing.â So, he interrupts her before she finishes that damn sentence. Because, he doesnât. Doesnât owe her anything. Not that heâs defending his actions to cheat on her. No. No matter what had happened. No matter what game she played, Jimin wasnât entitled to do that. And he never meant to do that. Heâd forever think about the million other ways how he couldâve done this right. Yet, heâs not going to be in her debt. Like he had done all the time. All because he believed she made him.Â
What a pathetic lie that heâd believed.
When you first told him the truth, he felt stupid. So stupid that he wanted to hide. Away from you. Away from the world. How could someone be so idiotic to believe in a lie for that long. Allowed to be manipulated so hard. He had felt like a kid who got tricked by his own parents. How embarrassing? Yet, in the end, there was the relief to finally know that he wasn't a loser like he thought.Â
Still, that matter is something he wishes never to speak with someone. Even with Liya. Especially with Liya. Hence his silence as he gapes at her pale face. Liya, though, is a smart woman. Itâs not always a necessity to tell her things word by word. In that pure silence, she understands. Or realizes. Her next words are proof of it.Â
âI did what I had to do.âÂ
âAre you kidding me?â Jimin yet again fails to keep his voice at bay. To refrain from snapping. Itâs just too much. âWhat you had to do?â He straightens up, a hand stretched toward the closed door. âYou mean you had to get a man so youâd be even with your damn best friend? You had to?â Jimin grits his teeth. He canât start yelling here. No. Not here. âIsnât that fucking stupid, Liya? Arenât you even feeling sorry for her? You did everything you could do to compete with her. You never saw her as a friend. And sheâs the only one you have. Even though she knows that, sheâs here. Sheâs here for you. Youâre an awful friend. And you say you fucking had to do that? You did that to me and Seoyeon too.âÂ
Even with everything else, Jimin would always admire Seoyeon for that. For being with Liya even though she knows that sheâll never get the same treatment. Seoyeon, in that sense, is an amazing person.Â
A silence falls over following his words. Then Liya mumbles with another deep breath. Voice weak. âYou wonât understand. I did what I had to do.âÂ
Jimin can only scoff. Thereâd be no changing of her mind. Sheâll never admit her own flaws. What a waste of time and words? Why would he care anyways. âWell, good for you, Liya. But I still donât owe you anything.â He says a bit calmly this time. Ready to get to his feet. Not wanting to hear it anymore. But Liya rushes to stop him.Â
âThatâs not the same as cheating.â She barks. Apparently puts all her remaining strength into that she immediately winces.Â
âI never said it was.â Jimin agrees with her right away. âIf I owe you anything, LiyaâŚthen that means you owe me as well.â This time Jimin manages to get to his feet. Only to be stopped when Liya yells through her lungs. Weak or not, she makes Jimin flinch.
âThen you owe me for this!â She gestures at her body. âYouâre maybe allowed to replace me in your life, but youâre not entitled to do that to me in my life. This is my life. You canât steal it from me.â Continues as Jimin freezes in his spot. There they go. Finally, on the topic. The reason why Jimin is here. âYou owe me my life, Park Jimin.â She finishes in a quiet whisper.Â
Jimin takes a minute. He can still walk away. Not giving a fuck about this. But⌠but⌠she looks like she's minutes apart from withering into dust. And he doesnât want that. You donât want that. He has to listen. See what he can do. He heaves a heavy sigh. âWhat happened?" Asks without bothering to take a seat again.Â
âThe same thing that happened to Li.â Liya doesnât ask Jimin to sit back either. She keeps her eyes directly on his.Â
âB-but how?â Jimin furrows. âThey said only oneââ
âAnd that one is me, Jimin.â Liya shifts in her position, with a great effort. âFrom now on, the one whoâs going to be doomed is me.â Seethes. âSheâs not going home anymore, is she? Sheâs stuck here?âÂ
Though that's a question, Jimin feels itâs more of a statement. He doesnât know how she got to know that. There wonât be any benefit in lying, however. Jimin stays silent. And Liya takes that as a yes.Â
âApparentlyâŚâ Liya carries on. âThatâs because something has changed. Because she has a purpose now. I donât know what that is. Maybe itâs you... She has a reason to wake up everyday. But, I donât, Jimin. Iâm losing my purpose. Any reason to wake up every day and sheâs replacing me.âÂ
Her words hang in the air. Jimin sucks in a breath. He has to fight the urge to fall back into the seat. Well, this is what theyâve expected. Yet deep down Jimin wanted this to be something else. Something that has nothing to do with his selfishness. Greediness. Something that has nothing to do with you.Â
You got a purpose!Â
He gapes at Liya while her words echo in his head. You got a purpose. Is it really him? The whole reason behind why you stopped shifting between the two worlds. He doesnât know what to say. What to ask. His tongue is tied.Â
âWeâhowâitâs not like I was your purpose, Liya.â Jimin finally manages to stutter.Â
âMaybe you were a part of it, Jimin.â Her eyes blaze as she regards Jimin. If she could, she'd definitely kill him. âAnd itâs not just you I lost. With youâŚI lost my whole life. I don't know who told you the agreement between my father and everything else, but Iâm glad they did so I donât have to explain this. You already know what happened and what will happen. My father will disown me. Forfeit me of his inheritance. Andââ She gulps hard. âAnd theyâll vote me out as the CEO of The SE. I donât care about his inheritance but Iâd lose my company, Jimin. Iâd lose my purpose. I am losing my purpose.âÂ
With that Liya manages to make Jimin suck in a breath. âBut thatâs bullshit. You manage the company so fucking well. You made that company.â Rest aside, Jimin knows thatâs the truth. Liya could be many things but she never was a failed leader. Itâs ridiculous that anyone would want to fire her from the company. Specifically, when sheâs doing so damn great.Â
âSay that to the board.â Liyaâs eyes burn with a fire. Yet, she looks helpless. As if no matter how much anger or fire is there within her, nothing could help her. Nothing would change the situation.Â
âThey canât just do it without a reason.â Even when he says that, Jimin knows they can. Liyaâs father is the king of this kingdom and others will follow his decision blindly, without reasons. Liya rolls her eyes.Â
âWe both know they can,â She scoffs. âAnd they have a reason.â Mutters. Eyes back on Jimin. âItâs not just you who suffered from the recent events, Jimin. I did too. Even when Iâm the one who got cheated.â Another tiny scoff. âStill some stupid people out there are taking your side. Boycotting me and spreading hate. Rumors. They even say it wasnât me who dated you from the start. Andââ She gulps. None of these are news to Jimin. He knows it has been. Has been avoiding social media and other forms of gossip sites, and news up to this very day. But he knows what people are saying. âAnd itâs affecting the sales, Jimin. So, they do have a reason to fire me. Theyâll do it.âÂ
Unfair.
Thatâs not fair at all. He, out of all people, knows how hard it is to manage a business. The amount of time thatâd be sacrificed. The hard decisions and stress. And to lose that just because you got cheated?
Outrageous.
How could Kim do that when he knows it as well? When he knows how capable Liya is?
Fuck, this is all his fault. He created this mess. So he gives up being hostile. Maybe, just maybe, like you said, he can help to fix it.Â
âWhatâs the plan?â At the end of Liyaâs ramble he asks. This time a tad gently. Liya doesnât answer him. Her face gives away nothing. Then after a long second, she sighs.Â
âHelp me convince himâthe board, and my father that weâre still together.â Words leave her mouth like a tidal wave. Jiminâs jaw hangs open slightly as those words hit him. Liya, however, doesnât notice that. Or she doesnât care about that. âThe rules were simple. All I had to do was keep you as my boyfriend. Cheating was not a problem. I mean it was, especially when the public got to know it. But my father never said anything about you just cheating. It was all about you leaving me for someone else.â She takes a deep breath. Finally, turns to look at him. âSo, help meââ
âNo!â Jiminâs voice booms across the hospital room. He doesnât intend to say the word so loud but it canât be helped it seems. Liya has lost her mind. Jimin canât believe the audacity. The sheer absurdity. âAre you fucking kidding me, Liya? Do you hear yourself?âÂ
âIââ Liya does her best to sit up on the bed. As if doing so would make Jimin agree to the stupid request of her. âAm not joking, Jimin. This is about my life. Why would I be joking about my life?âÂ
Jimin chuckles. Not a scoff but a chuckle. One more minute in this conversation would get him laughing. âWell, still no, Liya. Thatâs ridiculous and Iââ He stops himself. A deep breath. He doesnât think thereâs a point in humoring this idea in any way. So, with a shake of his head, Jimin retrieves a step. âIâm sorry, Liya. Iâd be happy to help you in any other way. Maybe, come up with another plan. Iâm not going to pretend to be your boyfriend.âÂ
âWhy the hell not.â Liya barks. Her delicate fists have gripped the sheets so tight that her knuckles have turned white. Jimin drops his gaze from her face to her hands for a second. Now, he knows this must be damn hard for her. Askingâbegging for help. From him out of all people. This must be hurting her ego as if sheâs physically getting crushed under a boulder. Then to be rejected? He canât imagine the mortification. Liya wasnât raised to take âNoâs for an answer. Hasnât raised to be rejected. Jimin knows this is painful for her. Yet, heâs not going to do it. No. Heâs not going to mess things up with you even for a second. Youâre the most previous things to him. Everything and anything else can be doomed. Even if it makes him evil than he already is.Â
âBecause we broke up, Liya. I went on public and claimed that I cheated on you and weâre no longer in a relationshipââÂ
âThatâs not a problem. You can say it was a mistake.â Liya doesnât let him finish talking. Frustration bubbles inside Jimin. He should leave or else heâd be causing a scene in here. Which wonât be good for him.Â
âYouâve gone crazy, Liya. Just listen to yourself.â
âOh câmon⌠itâs not that hard you know? You did this to me. You and your littleââ
âWatch your words, Liya.â Jimin finally yells. Not giving a fuck about people hearing or how itâd affect him. âI wonât just sit back and listen to you fucking insult her every day.âÂ
Itâs Liyaâs time to chuckle this time. âGosh I canât believe this. What does she have that youâre so blind by her, JiminâŚâ She shakes her head. Seemingly in disbelief. Yet she doesnât wait for him to reply. To say all those millions of things he could say about you in answer to her question. Starting from your smile to ending with your little huffs you let out when youâre annoyed at him. From your every âHiâ to your every âByeâ. She starts talking again. âWell, you did it before.â She changes the topic of the conversation. âWith her. You made her pretend like me and you pretended to be her boyfriend. When you werenât in love with her. So why canât you do it again?âÂ
Jimin doesnât know if he wasnât in love with you back then. He knows that he liked you, however. Liked the way you looked at him with such wide eyes that first dayânot that he liked the fact you were in such distress. But you had it in with you. That magnet which pulled him in. He liked the way you bickered with him. The way you dressed. The way you looked at him. And everything else. Maybe it wasnât love. But to answer Liyaâs question, âBecause neither was I with you.â He chooses the primal truth.Â
A silence falls in the room. Liya doesnât care about the fact that Jimin didnât love her. He knows it. So does she. His words donât hurt her. She only cares about getting him to agree. Which is why he should just leave now. âIâm not doing it, Kim Liya. I want to help you. I do. Not this way. Find another way and ask me again.â With that he turns around. Takes a step away.Â
âJimin!â Liya yells his name, causing him to stop again and turn his head. Just gazing at her with a questioning stare. Liya, though, doesnât say anything. Just stare back at him with a look torn between a heated glare and a plea. Yet, she doesnât voice it out. Nothing. Good. Since, Jimin doesnât want to hear her beg as well. Not that sheâll ever do that anyway.Â
He waits a few seconds in that silence, giving Liya the chance to say whatever she wants if sheâs going to. When nothing comes up he finally turns his head away. Steps out of the hospital room while Liyaâs gaze burns a hole in the back of his head.Â
He does want to help her. He has meant his words. But not this way. He wonât risk anything. He wonât let anything complicate you and him. Nothing. Not a person. Not a business. Not god damn anything in this world. Heâs not going back to the place where he had to just look at you from afar whenever someone is with you in the room. When he couldnât touch you, kiss you as he wished. No.Â
He doesnât even care what that makes of him. Being selfish no longer makes him want to jump out of a bridge. Heâd be selfish over and over again. He just wants you and thatâs it.Â
Jimin walks in utter silence through the short passage that connects the room with the lobby. Only the thoughts inside his head thundering. Maybe this trip is a complete waste. He shouldnât have come. He shouldâve known that Liya is going to request something ridiculous. With a heavy sigh, Jimin almost turns around the corner to the lobby when a voice comes from behind him.Â
âAre you going to let the poor child die, darling?âÂ
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You groan deeply as you open your eyes to witness the soft streaks of sunlight leaking into the apartment. You couldâve done with a couple more hours of sleep but the voices coming from the kitchen are getting louder and louder.Â
âFucking hell! How the hell can I make this work?â Thatâs definitely Jimin whoâs whisper-yelling. Or at least he might be thinking heâs doing that when in reality heâs speaking so loud that it woke you up.Â
âWhat?â Then thereâs Jungkook whoâs refusing to keep his voice any lower than Jimin. âI told you million fucking time that you need to hold it like this. Are you dumb? How are you a CEO when youâre stupid like a chicken?âÂ
âItâs not my fucking fault you have a broken coffee machine that needs a rocket scientist to get it to work.â Jimin gasps. Yet again not so quietly.Â
You should be offended that they are being stupid. The reaction youâre letting out, however, is a grin thatâs so wide and foolish you have to bite on your lower lip to keep it contained. Itâs not everyday that Jimin stays at Jungkookâs. Mainly because you want to respect Jungkookâs feelings and Jimin wants to respect yours. And you know he doesnât want to hurt Jungkook intentionally either. But whenever Jimin stays for the night, this type of conversation never goes without occurring.Â
You roll onto your side. Ready to wake up. Going back to sleep would be useless when there are two idiots who are arguing over a coffee machine. You feel fairly fine when you stay laid and not moving your body very much. When you try to sit back, though, you feel as if every cell of your body has swollen and your limbs have grown heavy.Â
Fuck, youâre so tired!
You have been for weeks now. And it keeps worsening with every passing day. The things happening in your life aren't helping your situation either. Itâs been two weeks since Jimin has returned from his trip to Milano. With the news that Liya in fact wasnât lying. That she and you had somehow reversed your roles. Now sheâs the one whoâd be in pain any time someone mistook her to be you. Itâs crazy. No. Not just crazy. Itâs freaking terrifying. Youâve felt your legs buckle and your insides vacating for a second when you first heard the story. The thing is though, you donât know any way to help her. Especially since her plan is absurd.Â
One thing is certain. You donât want to sit back and watch Jimin go back to being her boyfriend again. Even for pretense. You donât want to watch them go in for dinners, talking to the mediaâclaiming that they were back together or anything else thatâd make people believe in these bullshits. No you wonât survive that. Still you want to help her. You want her safe. Doing whatever she wants to do with her life. Youâre the bitch who caused all these complications. So you want to fix them. Then youâll at least have the peace of mind that everything worked out just fine in the end.Â
Yet, no matter how hard you think you find no way of helping her. You know itâs bugging Jimin as well. The first few weeks after he returned heâs been so distant. Lost in his own head. Distracted. You couldnât blame him. You both are feeling the same thing. Still, unlike you, Jimin has pulled his shit together. Maybe heâs got a plan. Or just like he told you, he believes that Liya would find another way. Heâd help her with it if he could. So would you. Until then, all you can do is wait. Itâs scary but itâs all you got. Like how it has been all these months.Â
With a heavy sigh, you force your aching body to sit up before you stretch your body out of the mattress. The little squabble of two men still going inside the kitchen.Â
âJust hold it that way, man.â Jungkook bellows. His tone is nothing but a mix of real frustration.
âI am holding it that way. Itâs fucking broken.â Jiminâs voice, equally full of different kinds of frustration, closely follows. âThis is too much to deal with in the morning. You need a new coffee maker.â Adds. Oh, you agree. Youâve struggled with the said thing a lot at first as well.Â
âI donât.â Jungkook refuses to take Jiminâs advice right away. You donât know why Jungkook is reluctant to replace the damn thing anyway.Â
âYou do.â Jimin doesnât back away it seems. You start padding toward the kitchen slowly. Barefoot and relishing in the coldness of the floor.Â
âI fucking donât, Park.âÂ
âImma buy you a new one.â
âImma kick you out of my house.âÂ
Jimin gasps so loud just as you step in the doorway. The sight of Jiminâs offended face which is gaping at Jungkookâs greet your sleepy eyes. Jungkook has his hand on the coffee machine, holding it the way it should.Â
âYouâre such a brat, Jeon Jungkook. You should be honored that the CEO of RUN is making coffee in your stuffy kitchen.â Jimin at last says with such a dramatic shake of his head that anyone who doesnât hear the words theyâre exchanging would surely think theyâre a couple about to break up. Jungkook snorts at that very unpleasantly. They donât even notice your presence.Â
âHonored? Thatâs the best joke of the year. And did you call my kitchen stuffy you stupidââ
âSeriously guys!â You interrupt whatever insult thatâs about to leave Jungkookâs pretty lips. At your unexpected voice, both men snap their heads toward you. A bit startled. They both spend a minute blinking at your face. Then at the same time they point a finger at each other.Â
âHe started it!â So do they yell in unison. You roll your eyes as you finally step inside the kitchen.Â
âIt doesnât matter,â You grumble, not really annoyed but finding their fight utterly stupid. âYou woke me up.âÂ
Both of their faces fall as you watch. Jiminâs the first one to approach you, however. The freshly made black coffee in his hands. âIâm so sorry baby. How about coffee as an apology?â He pouts. Makes you grin.Â
âWell, that sounds acceptable.â You take the steaming mug from his hand.Â
âSorry, Noona.â Jungkook mumbles as well. In the middle of the process of making a second cup of coffee. âBut he started it.â Adds nonetheless.Â
You shake your head in resignation before you say to Jimin, âDonât try to convince him to buy a new one. Useless. He wonât throw that away even if you threaten him with his life.âÂ
Jungkook narrows his eyes at you. âYes, because itâs perfectly fine. Donât tell me having a rich boyfriend has gotten into your head, Noona.âÂ
âOf course, not.â You defend yourself immediately. Itâs Jiminâs time to narrow his eyes at you. You give him a look of apology. It works. He doesnât argue back. Instead walks over to Jungkook to take the next cup of coffee. Only to lose it by milliseconds when Jungkook grabs it faster than him.
âYah!â Jimin yells. Jungkook pats his shoulder without a care.Â
âLearn how to make your own coffee, Mr Park!â He says as he practically storms away from the kitchen. As if despite his words heâs afraid that Jimin would snatch the precious cup out of his hand.Â
âI know how to make my damnâŚcoffeeâŚâ Jimin mumbles into Jungkookâs retrieving back. Then his eyes turn to you. Looks like a wounded puppy. Or more of a child that is asking justice from his mommy. âDidi you see that? Heâs a fucking brat.âÂ
You let yourself giggle as you take the matters into your own hand. Ready to make the next cup of coffee by yourself. âWhy the fuck are you two look like a enemies to lovers trope?â You place the cup on the drip tray.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Jimin questions, stepping behind you and curling his arms around you. Palms on your belly over your hoodie. Youâre close to starting your second trimester. Yet thereâs no showing still. Lately, you and Jimin have both become obsessed with checking for a baby bump. Silly. You do it anyway, though.Â
âThis is exactly how enemies to lovers book tropes start. They fight like cats at first and then they fall in love.â You explain, making Jimin scoff.
âOver my dead body.â He rubs your tummy gently. âWhat about us? We fought a lot? Are we enemies to lovers?â Asks on the second thought. You take a minute to consider the question. Shake your head.Â
âNo. I never hated you.âÂ
âMe neither.â Jimin agrees. His chin now on the top of your head. You both know thatâs the truth. You liked him from the first day. Maybe he did too. The thing is, however, that neither of you wanted to acknowledge it. Simply because it was wrong. So wrong to be in love when he had someone in his life. Maybe both of you wanted to avoid this type of situation. Situation where thereâs always something thatâll get destroyed no matter what. Including Liya. You try your best to push thoughts about Liya away from your head. Impossible. Sheâs plaguing your mind day and night. You wonder how Jimin does it. Act normal when he knows that heâs a partial cause of someoneâs doom.Â
âWant breakfast?â Jiminâs sudden voice brings you back to the earth. Liya slowly fades away. You pout hard, letting your body decide whether it wants to eat this morning or want to throw up at the sound of food. It doesnât. Luckily your body has started to get accustomed to the notion of food again. Youâve been able to stomach most of the food, most of the time. Youâd get sick of some tastes and aromas, of course. Especially in the mornings. This day seems to be a good day that you feel nothing but hunger at Jiminâs proposition.Â
You nod eagerly causing Jimin to giggle. His body vibrates lightly at the act. You press more into his body. You may have tried to avoid being the doom of someone. Yours or Liyaâs. But still you know youâd do it again. Do it a million different times if it gets you wrapped up in his arms.Â
âWhat do you want?â Jimin mumbles in your ear. Your heart feels warm. So warm. You hum in contemplation. Going through different food options in your head until your brain stops and refuses to move away from a particular one.
âPancakes,â You gush. Mouth already watering. Ever since your body starts to accept food again, youâve grown fond of sweets in a very unhealthy way. âWith syrup.â So you add. âLots of em.âÂ
You can feel Jiminâs smile. âRight away.â He places a kiss on the top of your head. Almost moves away from you when you hear Jungkook yelling, probably from his room.Â
âIf anybody is making pancakesâŚ.â Heâs practically shouting for his life. âThey better make some for me as well. I meant it when I say I can kick anyone out.â
Both you and Jimin gasp this time. Only Jimin answers Jungkook. âFuck you! Iâm not making you anything!â He screeches so loud that you wince through your laugh.Â
Despite your words earlier, you know Jungkook and Jimin are no more friends than you and Liya. Theyâre just tolerating each other. Mainly, Jungkook is tolerating Jimin. Because it puts you in ease. It does. Partially, however. You wonât be at peace when you know it must be terribly hard on Jungkook. Even though he doesnât show it. Heâs a good actor anyway. You know it hurts. He just acts as if it doesnât. Hell, heâs been the one to ask Jimin to stay over last night. Claiming he wanted to beat Jiminâs ass on this video game which is owned by Jimin himself.Â
You have no idea whatâs going inside his head. Donât know how heâs doing that. You want to scream at him. Ask him to stop just trying to take care of you so much. Walking into the lengths where it hurts, hurts, and hurts. Only if you had the courage to have that long due talk though. You are yet to tell Jungkook that youâd be moving out. That selfish part of you isnât letting you take that step. The greedy partâthe coward inside you is taking every and each excuse to avoid having that conversation.Â
You should do it soon. Before itâs too late. You really shouldâ
âWhat is it?â Jimin puts an end to your trail of thoughts again, probably sensing that youâre troubled. His cheek replaces the chin on top of your head. Nestling more into you. You suppress the huge sigh thatâs about to leave you. Not wanting to taint the mood. Yet before you can claim itâs nothing, Jimin questions you again. âIs it Liya?â
So you allow the sigh to escape. No need to lie. Not to Jimin anyways. âYes, that andâŚâ Another sigh. âAnd Kook. I have to talk to him and I know I have to do it soon.â Jimin hasnât pushed you to quicken the moving out process. Heâs been so damn understanding that it has started to make you feel guilty. You donât know when Jiminâs patience would snap. Donât know whether this makes him feel hurt. âI just donât know how to start it.â You groan in frustration. At yourself. âIâll justâmaybe Iââ
âBabyâŚâ Jiminâs arms tightens around you, putting a stop to your guilt tripping. âItâs okay, you know?â Kisses the side of your head. âTake your time, Lil. I can wait. We can wait⌠I mean, if you want to start living with me from this moment? Then thank fuck, I want nothing else. But we can take it slow. Donât stress, Princess, things will work out.âÂ
Fuck! You know Park Jimin in love is a different creature, but never in your lifetime have you expected to see him being such a sweetheart.Â
âI thought youâre a jealous asshole, Park. Iâm impressed.â You pick up the now filled coffee cup, ready to hand it over to Jimin.Â
âI am a jealous asshole. I just love you.â He addresses your issue before you can turn around in his hold. Your worry fades into distance as the tiniest of a smile starts to graze your lips. You finally manage to break free from his hold and hand him the coffee when he changes the subject out of nowhere. âAre you free today?â He takes the cup in his hands.Â
You avert your eyes to his. Your tiny smile shifts into an amused grin in a millisecond. The reaction leaves you before you can control it. Words follow an unpleasant snort. âOh câmon! Itâs not like I have anything to do anyway.â Only when itâs all out and Jiminâs smile drops that you realize the mistake.Â
Fucking hell! Whatâs wrong with you?
You didnât mean to sound harsh. Didnât mean to sound bitter. Thatâs exactly what has happened, though. Jiminâs entire expression turns dull. His adorable smile is nowhere to be found and replaced with a wince.Â
âLil Iââ He starts, only to be cut off when you grab his face between your palms at light speed.Â
âThatâs not what I meant.â You blurt. You know how this looks. Itâs as if youâve blamed him. For the lack of purpose of your life. Itâs not his fault. Itâs no oneâs fault. Especially not his. To be honest, youâve been having mixed emotions regarding the newest changes of your life. You no longer have a purpose to wake up each morning. Some days youâre happy to be woken up into a peaceful day where youâre allowed to indulge in whatever the fuck you want. On other days, however, you feel empty. A bitter feeling about the things youâve lost. Itâs hard not to miss it when you see Jungkook worrying his ass over the finals. When he fights with J over stupid group projects. It reminds you that youâre no longer a part of it.Â
Then there will come the uncertainty of the future. You may have claimed that youâd be starting your life anew but the way you could do it is not something you know. You have no idea how youâd be able to start your degree again when you have no academic background. Not even your primary education. The same goes for a job as well. You have no qualifications. The work at Kimâs? You donât see it as a real job. You started working there as a help and Namjoonâs parents have been kind enough to pay you something for your time and effort. Youâre not officially hired there. Even if you are, thatâs not what you wanted to do with your life.Â
Maybe, youâre allowed to feel bitter about it. Still, itâs not fair to blame that on the man in front of you. He did nothing wrong. You want to slap yourself.Â
Jimin slightly leans into your touch. Hurt still etched on his face. âYou can work in the company, Lil.â He mumbles.
âI know.â You rub his cheek with your thumb. âBut I wasted two years of my life studying Design, Jimin. Being your assistant or Hoseokâs assistant isnât what I wanted to do.âÂ
âThen I can hire you for the marketing team. You can do what you learned.â Jimin removes one of your hands from his face. Interlaces your fingers together.
âYou know how much people are gonna hate me, if you do that. Besides, it feels wrong. I need to do it myself.â You gaze at his eyes. Oh you would bite your own tongue if you could. Why would you have to hurt him? You squeeze his hands. âI didnât mean it like that, baby. Iâm fine, really. Iâll find a way and Iâll come to you when I need help.â A beat passes and then he returns your squeeze.
âCanât wait.â Whispers. You nod. A small smile follows that. After a second, Jimin accepts your words. Similar kind of smile adorning his lips.Â
âSo,â You turn around and pick up your cup of coffee again. âWhy did you ask?â You raise a teasing brow. Gasp. âDonât tell me you just wanted to know. Look whoâs obsessed with who now?â You muse, reminding of a time where he claimed you were obsessed with him. All those months ago. On a bright day where you accidentally ended up on Namiseom Island.Â
Jimin rolls his eyes. A tiny scoff. âTrust me, I have a business to run.âÂ
This time you gasp even harder. How dare he? You pout causing him to kiss it away. âWell⌠I asked because I wanted you to be free today.â Then he answers your question.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âSo I can take you out.â Jimin mumbles the words against your lips. You suck them in with a short breath.Â
Take you out!
You draw back away from his face. Just to get a proper look. Jimin gapes at you. And if you donât know better, youâd say he looks nervous. That warmth in your chest spreads through your entire body. Making your limbs feel numb. Making your head light. Making your knees buckle. In a very pleasant way.Â
Is he asking you on a date? Like that? Why does he look flustered? Nervous? As if youâre not pregnant with his child.
He looks exactly like he did when he asked you to move in with him. Oh, how adorable?
âTake me out?â You, in the end, mumble back. Jimin nods. Like a kid who is confirming, he indeed wants to go to the park. âBut youâve already taken me out many times.â That he has. âWhatâs special? Why are you asking it⌠like this?âÂ
âI havenât taken you out on a date, though, have I?â He answers your question with another. You just stare at him. âI want to take you on a real date. I want you to get dressed, worry about your outfit, and I want to take you out like normal people do. Not to keep you in my car or in a hotel room. I want to take you out to places youâve never been before. I want to have a nice meal in the best restaurant, without having to worry about someone seeing us, Spring Roll.â Â
Oh you would melt down into a little puddle if it was possible. He needs to stop being so sweet. Maybe, thatâs the reason why youâre craving sweet things. Because the father of the baby is a sugar cane. You gulp harshly, not knowing what to say. Jimin looks at you expectantly.Â
âSoâŚwhat do you say? Will you let me take you out on a date?â Asks when you say nothing. Now, you sure do understand why he decided to formally ask it as if someone would for their first date. Because it is your first date and he wants to do it right. But for the life of you, you would never understand the reason why heâs nervous. Does he often forget that youâre bearing his child? God he gives you toothache at this rate. With that faint blush and pout.Â
You shrug after a moment. âWellâŚsince youâre asking so nicelyââÂ
âOh, câmonâŚâ Jimin whines loudly, even stomping his feet. You snort.Â
âYes!â You crack through your laugh. It gets his tantrum to stop. âIâll be happy to go on a date with you, Park.âÂ
He does a little fist pump, causing you to howl in laughter. How dramatic? He joins you. Itâs only after you two manage to catch your breathing that he asks again. âSo? What do you say about four in the evening? I have some work to get done in the morning and Iâll pick you up?âÂ
Oh, thatâs certainly too early for dinner and too late for lunch. You donât question him, though. Are certain heâs got something in his mind. âWhat should I wear?â So, you ask instead. He wanted you to worry about your outfits, after all.Â
Jimin purses his lips, eyes squinting. âNothing fancy. Just something pretty.â Decides.Â
âThatâs not helping at all!â You exclaim. Jimin doesnât give a fuck. Instead of taking your very valid questions to consideration he starts to finally prepare those pancakes.Â
And no amount of budging him or kisses or offers to suck him off gets you the answer to what he has in mind.
Guess, youâd have to have your own back this evening.
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You smooth out your dress for the hundredth time as you peer into the full length mirror. Jimin said nothing fancy but pretty. You donât know what the fuck that means. So you decided upon a dress. Long sleeve and with ruffles. Hem just reaching your mid thighs. Youâd pair it with knee high boots. Autumn is just about to start but today is particularly a cold day. You guess youâd be fine.Â
You drag your fingers through your hair one last time. Check your lipstick for one last time. You look fine. You think you look fine. Do you look pretty, though? With a heavy sigh you turn around.
âDo you think this would be fine? Should I change it to something fancier?âÂ
At your voice, Jungkook averts his gaze away from the laptop. Heâs bundled in the bed. Comforter bunched up around his waist. Is resting his back on a thousand pillows. Yet it seems the position heâs in is painful. Heâd definitely get back pain. Thereâs a deep scowl adorning his face. Apparently, he has to get this essay done by tonight.Â
This is exactly something thatâd make you miss your life. You used to worry over deadlines that way as well.
You push past the bitter thought as Jungkookâs scowl disappears when he rakes his eyes over your figure. You think you saw a glint in his eyes before it gets dull. Itâs there and gone within a flash.Â
âNo, you look fine.â He smiles fondly. To you though it seems a bit sad. Then heâs paying his attention back to the laptop screen.
There you go again, making stupid mistakes for a second time of the day. Why would you have to ask him that? No. Why would you have to get ready in here in the first place? You didnât think heâd be hurt?
What a stupid bitch you are?
God dammit you need to talk to him. You need to give him closure and ask him to move on. Why are you so selfish? You turn around, squeezing your eyes shut as the regret washes over you. Just as your eyes meet your own reflection again, you hear the huge sigh he lets out. Before you can take another look at him, he scrambles out of bed like a flash. So you meet him just standing in front of you when you finally turn around.Â
âIâm sorry,â He mumbles, causing your brows to knit in confusion. What is he being sorry for? Before you can ask he answers your non asked question. âYou look gorgeous, baby. I just hate essays so I wasnât paying attention.âÂ
Oh! He thinks your change of mood is due to his lack of enthusiasm towards your outfit. You blink at his face. Heart sinking. Fuck! Fuck him for always trying to make it up for you. But you donât know how to correct him. Should you tell him? Tell him that you know. And have this conversation now? No. No matter how you start this talk, it would end both of you being hurt. Today is not the day. You only have twenty something minutes until Jimin will meet you outside. This is your first official date and you want to enjoy it. Every minute of it. You wonât be able to do it if the last thing you see before leaving the house would be Jungkook in pain. Maybe, after this date? Yes. Youâd definitely do it tonight.Â
You clear your throat. âYou think so?â You ask, briefly glancing at your outfit once again. Jungkook doesnât answer you right away. He narrows his eyes on you. Sucks in a breath through his teeth. Contemplating.Â
âLetâs see.â Mutters before cupping your face with both of his hands. Squeezes your cheeks. You instantly set into motion as you slap his hands away. Or try to do so. You just did your makeup and heâs ruining it. Your slaps, however, lands on his wrists like a gentle touch of a feather. He doesnât budge at all.Â
âYah!â You scream.
Instead of letting go, Jungkook grins from ear to ear. His toothy grin. Nose scrunched up. âYah! Let me take a look.â He yells back. Peer at your face closely. Then nod in determination. âI can see youâre fucking beautiful.â Then shakes his head very dramatically. âCanât believe how that idiot pulled you. The world is not fair!â Sighs.Â
You roll your eyes to the back of your head. Finally managing to break free of his hold, purely because he decides to let go, you turn back around to face the mirror. Just in time to witness his grin fall. It slips away, filling his eyes with a familiar kind of pain. Longing. And he remembers his mistake even before you can truly acknowledge it. When your eyes meet him through the mirror, he has his expression fixed. That smile back on his face. But thereâs no glint in his eyes. Only the longing. A kind of longing that makes your inside hollow.Â
You canât confront him. Not now.Â
Play it cool!Â
âWhat?â So you ask the only question you can. He shrugs.Â
âYou really look pretty.â His eyes momentarily drop to your stomach. âWear a scarf though, itâs fucking cold out today.âÂ
Itâs a physical battle inside you not to fall into a fit of cry.Â
How? Why? How can someone be so gentle and loving when all they earn in return is pain?Â
You bite the inside of your cheeks as you nod, proceeding to pick up your bag from the table. You do your best not to look at him again. If you do, youâd surely cry. Can't afford to cry today. You take a few steps forward. Almost leave the room without a second glance. But of course, Jungkook has other plans.Â
âWear a scarf, Noona. Itâs really cold, trust me.âÂ
You stop dead in your tracks. Painful jabs piercing right through your heart. You take a second, then even before you can process it, you turn around. Storm toward the unsuspecting man still standing in the middle of the room. Throw your arms around his waist before you smush your face in his chest. He makes a little sound in surprise.Â
âThank you, Kookie.â You say into his chest. Jungkook wraps his arms around your figure as well. A soft chuckle leaves him first.
âOkayâŚ? For what?â Questions.Â
âI donât knowâŚfor everything I guess.â You squeeze him. Withdraw. Force yourself to smile. You canât cry.Â
Donât cry, donât cry, donât cry.
âDonât talk like youâre going to disappear or something.â Jungkook shows his displeasure. âIf youâre thankful, buy me dinner tonight.â Adds on a second thought.
âWith pleasure.â You grin. Finally, ready to leave. For real this time. Youâll have that talk tonight. Youâre determined to do it no matter what.Â
For now, that hug should be enough.Â
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You get out of the car slowly, taking in the surroundings. Jimin closes the car door once youâre fully out. You have no idea where you are right now. Only that youâre in a less crowded, quiet street, completely lined up with little boutiques. And of course cafes. And bookstores. All looking as if theyâre from a different dimension. Worn off brick walls and narrow front windows.Â
How did he even find this place?
During your twenty minutes or so ride, Jimin hasnât said a lot about the place youâre visiting. All he had said was that youâre going out just for a coffee. Well, you find it to be perfect. Especially if the cafe is going to be a part of this street. Heâs chosen well. And something inside you tells you that choosing a coffee date has something to do with your sudden desire for sweets.Â
Heâs gonna let you eat sweets until you get diabetes, isnât he? Of course, he will. You turn your head to look at the man whoâs standing so close to you. Doing just the same as you. Taking the view in.Â
âBeautiful, isnât it?â He asks. Probably sensing your eyes on him.Â
âThe street or you?â You answer him with another question, suddenly shuddering as a cold gust of wind blows past you. Jungkook was so right to wrap a scarf around your neck. Jimin chuckles softly, turning toward you to adjust the said scarf better around you.Â
âOh, I know you find me beautiful.â A cheeky grin treats you. You gasp.
âWho lied to you?âÂ
âI can recall you calling even my dick beautiful.âÂ
You scrunch up your face. Look around you to make sure that nobody overheard his words. âI lied.âÂ
âDid you? Or do you want me to show you now, so youâll change your mind?âÂ
âJeesus, Park. Stop being a freak.â You screech, proceeding to walk away from him. âThis is beautiful, though.â Yet add anyway. He deserves to feel good. The best. He mumbles something about how heâs the best eye in the world as he catches up to you. Takes your hand in his. Interlaces your fingers. And guides you through the quiet street, passing cozy cafes and flower boutiques. Passing entire different worlds inside the faintly glowed shops until he stops in front of one. Same brick walls. Aged and worn. Narrow glass windows. Tiny pots of lavenders sit prettily on the window sills. A dark wooden door. Top of that door is the name sign.Â
Ink and cup.Â
You tilt your head up to take a good look at that name. Interesting. You guess you already have an idea about where this is going. Before you can question your suspicions, Jimin pushes open the door. The sweet aroma of coffee fills your nostrils immediately, followed by the scent of freshly baked goods. Following Jiminâs lead, you step inside the cafe, sighing pleasantly when youâre engulfed in a pleasant warmth.Â
The place is filled with wooden tables. Brown. And beige chairs. Your eyes go wide as you spot the fireplace in a corner, actually lit up. And proving your suspicions right your eyes land on the shelves full of art supplies. Pencils, pens, brushes, and every other thing. This is an art cafe. You wonder what made Jimin choses this place. You turn your head to look at him, to find him already gaping at you. His eyes are glinting. Not that familiar glint of amusement but a glint of warmth. Is looking at you like youâre the sole reason heâs breathing.Â
âDo you like it?â He asks once he catches your eyes.Â
You nod. âAre we gonna paint?âÂ
âIf you want to, then yes.âÂ
You take your time in that. As a child and teenager, you used to paint like your life depended on it. Then it escalated into not just painting but creating. Building something creative out of your skills. Thatâs how you ended up pursuing a designing degree. During your college, you stopped painting like you did before. Maybe the time pressure and stress had made you like your passion a little less. Yet you found time to indulge in it sometimes. After you stopped shifting the worlds, however, you never even held a paint brush in your hand. Painting, just like your education has grown into a distant memory, even though it hasnât been that long since you started living in this world. Permanently. Now, the idea of doing it again, suddenly excites you so damn much.Â
âHell, yes. I love painting.â You answer in the end, watching Jiminâs face break into a satisfied grin. Youâre not sure whether youâve told him about your hobbies or your skills. Maybe you did. Youâve said so many things to him. Maybe he just assumed you could draw based on your degree. Whatever the reason might be, he looks so damn cocky. Probably because he did well in choosing the place. Not just the beauty and sweets but also the arts. Park Jimin truly is one of a kind.Â
âThen we paint until they run out of the supplies.â He walks over to the glass display case full of every type of mouth watering bakery goods. You happily follow him.Â
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Scratch the coffee. Youâve decided upon hot chocolate while you were mulling over at least twenty options they put before you on the menu. You wanted something sweet. The pancakes Jimin made this morning weren't enough. Besides, despite the fact that it isnât winter yet, the cold weather today was calling for a hot chocolate. The piece of strawberry cream cake that is sitting next to your hot chocolate now is something you had to get just because it looked good. So it tastes good as well.Â
You moan around a mouthful of cake. âGod, this is heaven.âÂ
âNever thought Iâd be jealous of cake.â Jimin exclaims, sipping from his own coffee. You give him a look, reaching for your hot chocolate. The cafe staff had already provided you with the supplies to paint. White canvas, pens, pencils, every type of paint you could imagine, easels, and every other thing you wouldâve sold your kidneys to have in your home. They have everything. This place isnât simply made for customers to enjoy coffee and doodle on papers. Itâs specifically designed for artists. Youâre certain this place is for artists. The best of them. To you it feels like a dream. The fireplace, the sweet drink and all the possibilities you could create on this blank canvas with whatever you want. Only that neither of you have started painting it yet.Â
âStop saying cheeky thingsâŚâ You whine. Then point at the art supplies. âYou gonna draw with me?âÂ
Jimin throws an offended look at your way. âCourse I am. What? Youâre saying I canât?âÂ
Now, you know Park Jimin is good at many things. From operating a damn business to singing like a nightingale. But his abilities in painting or drawing are yet to be discovered. You, on the other hand, are successfully bad at everything heâs good at. Except for this. You know you can paint. Itâs been engraved to your bones. Hence, your raised brow and cocky look. When you have the chance to brag youâll most definitely do so.Â
âOf course not, Park. I just asked. But,â You lean forward on your chair. âI want you to know Iâm really, really good at this.âÂ
âWanna bet?â Heâs raising a brow too. In challenge.Â
You take a second. Maybe, you shouldnât test Park Jimin. He could be the modern Michelangelo in this world and you might be asking to be embarrassed. Itâs too late to take that back, however. So you shrug. Making sure you still look all smug and confident. âWhy not? Fuck yes.âÂ
âOkay,â Jimin puts down his coffee. Suddenly all serious. Youâve seen that same look when heâs talking business. âThis is a competition then. If you win you get to ask me anything you want. If I winâŚâ His eyes sparkle. This time that familiar glint of amusement. âI get to take you on another date.âÂ
For fucksâs sake!Â
You really wish you could roll your eyes as hard as you want right now. Why would he think youâd say no. Ever. âThatâs a stupid bet but yes, whatever you want, Park.â You agree right away. Glint in his eyes only turns brighter at your words, however.Â
âIs it?â He leans forward on the table as well. Eyes turning brighter and brighter that youâre worried heâd burn you down. You narrow your eyes. Suspicious. Before you can comment on it and rearrange your bet, Jimin goes back to his serious self. Braces his palms on the wooden table top. âOkay. We have a deal then?â Raises a brow. You nod slowly. Not sure about this after all. He takes your very unsure nod as a straight yes. Proceeds. âButâŚwe both know youâre better at this than I am. So, we need a fair judge to decide whoâs the winner.âÂ
Good point. See, heâs a businessman. The thought didnât even cross your mind. âAgreed!â You nod very surely this time. âWho do you suggest?â You fall back into thinking. âJungkook?â Ask. Jiminâs smile drops instantly.Â
âNo fucking way!â He looks at you as if you just suggest he take a barefoot trip to the Atlantic. âIdiot is so biased in you and he hates my ass. Heâs gonna choose you anyway.âÂ
âThen who?â You pout in annoyance. Heâs making sense again, though.Â
âTaehyung?â Jimin suggests slowly. Dragging the syllables. Itâs your time to gape at him as if he challenged you to land on the sun.Â
âAre you kidding me?â You huff. âHeâs your best friend.â
âAnd youâre a woman. What made you think heâd choose me over a pretty woman?â He points out. True. Kind of. Still you would rather not test it. Hence the firm shake of your head.Â
âHow about Seokjin?â You suggest. A silence falls as you stare at each other. Thereâs no reason for any questions. If thereâs anyone whoâs going to do it fair enough that you could hand over the world's safety to them, that would be Seokjin. Jimin says or asks nothing more. Without further hassle you both agree to make Jin your honorable judge board.Â
âSo, how do we do it? Just draw whatever we want and hope for the best?â Jimin voices out. You shake your head again. If this is a competition, then it should be hard. There needs to be rules. At least a prompt. You donât know why youâre so worked up about this anyway. Maybe youâre just enjoying this. Enjoying so damn much. Itâs more fun when you make it harder anyway.Â
You fish out for your phone without answering him. There was this thing you used to do when you painted back in the days. To train your skills and your brain. You search for a random prompts generator for drawing hurriedly. Now you know you wonât find the exact same thing you used to use. But youâre certain someone has come up with the same idea in this world as well. Proving you right, your search finds you hundred different websites that are created for the same purpose. With a victorious little noise, you click on the first link and place the phone on the table between you two.Â
âWeâll use two different random prompts. Since we need this to be very fair, Jin will decide who did the most justice to their prompt.â You explain, making Jimin go smug again.Â
âFuck yes!â He pulls your phone towards him. âI may not be good at painting like you but I design games, baby. Good luck!âÂ
You pretend that it doesnât threaten you a little bit. That it causes you to second guess your own idea. Instead you point out how technically heâs not the one whoâs designing them and force him to touch the generate button. So he does. You both peer at the screen. Looking at the way a black splash of letters stumble on the white background until it stops on one.Â
âA place that exists between night and day.â
Jiminâs smug smile drops. Instantly. As if someone has slapped it away. His brows merge together. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Questions.Â
You blink at the prompt. âNo idea but, itâs interesting.â You take a screenshot of it and send it to him right away. A smug smile on your lips.Â
âThis is not fair.â Jimin continues to complain as you click on the re-generate button. The same process happens and then a new prompt appears.Â
âWalls that know your name.âÂ
Itâs funny how fast you join Jimin with his expression. Staring at the prompt dumbly. Maybe, you should change it. Because this isnât making any sense at all. But whereâs the fun in making it easy? So, you shrug. Make up your mind. Take another screen shot.Â
âGuess weâre playing mind games, Park.â Mumble.Â
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 Okay, you admit youâre stupid. During the almost three years of your life at the university, they really did teach you how important it is to understand your weaknesses. You didnât really give a shit about it before. Now, as you stare at the blank canvas you definitely understand why you should take this seriously. If youâve taken it seriously, you wouldnât have ended up in a situation like this.Â
You groan inwardly, taking the last sip of yourânow coldâhot chocolate. Itâs been half an hour already but your paint brush hasn't even touched the canvas once. You have no single damn idea about what the prompt means and what you should draw. Youâre thinking too much. You know you are. Youâve always struggled to get things done when you have a time limit. See, a weakness. Then you had to bring this upon yourself. Only to sit on a comfy chair stupidly while Jiminâs hand does skilful strokes on his canvas. Fuck! You donât know what heâs drawing. Or how he managed to decode that stupid prompt. It doesnât matter anyway. He is already working on it. Good or bad, he has something.Â
You gape at him. The way heâs furrowing slightly. Eyes fixed on the movements of his hand. Heâs gone with a pencil. What is he doing? Sketching? Youâve decided to keep each otherâs canvases hidden from each otherâs views to keep it intriguing. Oh, how intriguing it is? Youâre dying to know what heâs doing. Just a peek would be enough. As if hearing your thoughts, Jimin trails his eyes away from the canvas and to you. Raises a brow in question.Â
âIâm thinking.â You grumble. Trying your best to hide the note of annoyance in your voice. He hears it anyway. That amused grin is proof of it.Â
âThatâs fine. Think hard, Spring Roll. Weâve got time. They wonât be closing this place until at least eight.â Gives you a wink before focusing back on his work. That grin remains.Â
Asshole!
God, why would you do this to yourself? Why are you so serious about it anyway? Dammit, you want to scream. You pay your attention back to your prompt.Â
Walls that know your nameâŚ. Walls that know your name⌠Walls that know your nameâŚ.
Youâve been rereading it in your mind for millions of times now. What does that mean?
Walls that know your name⌠Walls thatâ
Wait! You straighten up like a bow string. A light bulb lightening up inside your brain. Does that mean home? Because it says walls that know your name. If thereâs a place where even walls know your name, that should be a very familiar one. And a home  is familiar.Â
Yes! Thatâs it. If you werenât in a damn restaurant, you couldâve yelped in happiness and done a little dance. Since itâs not an option, you settle with a wide grin. There you have your prompt. A simple one. Now you only have to figure out what you are going to draw. And just like that, your grin disappears. Into thin air. You, yourself claimed that the winner would be the one who does the justice to the prompt. How are you ever going to bring the concept of home into a piece of canvas?
This time you groan loudly. Several heads turn in your direction. Including Jiminâs. And he gapes at you like he saw you for the first time. So you flip him off.Â
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Another fifteen minutes are wasted. Youâre really bad at this arenât you? You canât believe you used to study four subject loads in one semester and get every assignment done in time. Almost all of them were creative projects. How did you do that when youâre so bad at coming up with ideas?Â
This whole thing is a stupid, bad idea. You shouldâve known better. Itâs Park Jimin. Why did you ever want to compete with him? Besides, it's not that you really want to win anyway. If it means making Jimin happy, youâd gladly accept defeat without a word. Fuck, why did you do this to yourself then? Well, guess all you wanted was to impress. As stupid as it sounds, maybe you wanted to show Jimin youâre good at something. Like a little girl who wants to impress her parents.Â
You tilt your head up to look at the man in front of you. Working intently. Concentrating hard. So hard that his brows are knotted and lips are pouted so hard that it reminds you of a beak. Goddamnit. How can a man be so adorable? Fuck, you wish you could just reach over and kiss that pout away like youâve gone mad. Well, you can do that now, canât you? Whatâs stopping you now? He is your boyfriend. Not a secret lover that would cause so much problems if you are to be simply seen with him. No. Heâs yours. Isnât that amazing? It is. That familiar warmth blooms across your body, starting from your heart. Goddammit, how fucking in love you are with him? Sometimes you wonder how you are able to love someone that hard. Yet here you are. Sitting in a cafe, watching him paint. Like a love sick puppy. Fuck! Paint. You should be painting too. You dart your gaze immediately to your empty canvas. Only then realizing that youâve been grinning like a creep too.Â
Jimin couldâve made fun of you, if he had caught you grinning at him that way. God, the way you canât control it. Everything would simply disappear. Any problem. Any worries. All that would be left in your head is Park Jimin. Itâs ridiculously amazing how at ease you feel when youâre with him. Youâve genuinely been stressing over a painting a mere second ago and it was all gone. Just by looking at him. That person over there has become your comfort. Like your home.Â
Wait! Home?Â
This time you snap your head up to look at him with a new found urgency. Eyes wide and probably glinting as if you just resolved the Zodiac Killer. Jimin looks back at you. Questioning with his eyes. Questioning your sanity.Â
âWhat?â He voices his concerns as you keep gaping at him. Corners of your mouth curling upward. There you have an idea. All you have to do is create something that would do justice to the prompt. Youâre certain your prompt is home. Park Jimin is your home.Â
âNothing.â You shrug. âYouâre beautiful, Park Jimin.â You allow yourself to smile fondly, ignoring the way Jiminâs face turns into a soft pink.Â
Fuck, he is adorable!
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Live portrait never has been one of your strengths. Youâve painted a few but have never been satisfied with them. Doing it now while carrying the dead weight of being a disappointment in Jiminâs eyes has made you stressed enough that you almost started chewing on your thumb. You had two options. First was to take Jimin as your live modelâ though he doesnât know that, and paint him as the way heâs right now. Or to use a photo. You decided to go with the first option. Just a rough painting of Park Jimin with his frown and adorable pout. You had cropped the scene in front of you only to his face, a part of his hand and the canvas before him. But then you wanted to paint him the way you see him. Youâve always found him to be breathtaking. Mesmerasing. Beautiful in a humanly impossible way. Hence the colorful background which is your attempt at creating a universe. Because thatâs where you found him. In Another Universe.Â
You sigh heavily, finally straightening up after adding a little white dot inside the painted Jiminâs irises for realistic purposes. Resting back on your chair you sweep your eyes over the whole piece. Itâs⌠good. Not bad at all. Yet maybe itâs not the best after all. It needs time. To perfectionate a realistic art would take hours. Even days. Or maybe weeks. Almost three hours are certainly not enough. You did what you could with the time. Still now as you finally set the brush down, you realize that the whole cafe is emptied save for you two and one staff member whoâs wiping down the counter with a frown in her face. Jesus you must be such a headache to the poor woman. You always hated the customers who didn't understand the meaning of closing time. Now look at you.Â
âDone?â Jimin grabs your attention from across the table. Heâs been finished for almost an hour now. Has been polite enough to sit back and let you get your work done in peace.Â
âYes.â You nod, rolling your shoulders to ease the pain. Jimin frowns.Â
âThis was supposed to be fun, lady. I didnât expect you to take it this seriously.â He shakes his head dramatically.Â
âSays the one who almost wanted to kill me for suggesting Jungkook as the judge.â You counter.
âI wanted to be fair, thatâs it.â Jimin says while getting to his feet. And the smart answer that comes to the tip of your tongue instantly dies away. Your stomach tangles into a tight knot. You suck in a short breath and hold it as your body grows tense. Ridiculous. But all you can feel is the nervousness inside you grows with every step Jimin takes your way. Suddenly, you donât want to do this. Damn winning the competition. Itâs stupid anyway. You donât want to be seen as amazing in his eyes either. Because thereâs a possibility that it might happen the other way. You almost shoot into your feet and cover up the canvas but Jimin makes it behind you even before the thought fully passes your mind. So you stay glued to your chair. Even a thin layer of cold sweat starts to cover your skin as you keep your breath trapped in your lungs. Until you hear a soft, shaky breath. Unable to take it anymore you whip your head back, eyes darting over the man whoâs standing behind you now. His eyes fixed on the canvas.Â
âFuck, LilâŚâ Jimin exhales again after a second. Then his eyes land on you. âYouâIââ He gulps. Seemingly struggling with words. âWhy me?â Then at last he questions. You peer at his eyes as you shrug.Â
âThe prompt was to draw home.â Explains simply. âI mean I decided that it means home andââ Jimin doesnât let you finish. Your words get cut off when you feel his lips on your forehead. All the tension you felt a moment ago, the nervous knot in your tummy disappears without a trace. Just like that. Your shoulders relax instantly. Hell, even a sigh escapes you. Still, you expect Jimin to tease you a bit about the fact that you admitted that heâs your home. He doesnât. Instead he shakes his head. Eyes back on the portrait of himself.Â
âI feel dumb now.â He mumbles more to himself. âI knew you must be good at it but this? Damn Lil, you drew this while in a stupid art cafe? Iâm serious, come work for me.â Looks at you with raised brows. You click your tongue, trying your best to act nonchalant. As if your insides are not churning violently. In a pleasant way. As if your heart isnât swelling inside your ribcage that youâre in great danger of it exploding. Fuck, heâs affecting you more than you like. You hope youâre doing a great job at hiding your over joyness as you finally get to your feet as well.Â
âCâmon, itâs not even that good.â You wave a hand in his direction despite the manic grin adorning your face. Jiminâs eyes crinkle. Oh, youâre definitely not doing a great job at hiding how happy you are. Jimin knows. And maybe you donât care that he knows. Biting on your lower lip to contain your grin you walk around the table. Compared to you, Jimin stays fairly calm. Itâs like he never expected to be considered good at this anyway. He simply follows you, standing behind you yet again while you finally drop your gaze to his work.Â
Well, damn! Did he just say he feels dumb? For what?
Your eyes turn into saucers as you sweep them across the piece of art in front of you. Itâs not the best. Yes. You sure did the better job. Yes. But youâve been doing it almost your whole life. You have the practice in addition to the skills. He probably doesnât. Yet he has done such a great job that youâre sure he will become a great artist if he ever decides to give up on R.U.N.Â
âWow!â You whisper. âYouâve been misleading me this whole time.âÂ
âI wasnât. I did tell you Iâm not that bad. But câmon⌠compared to thatââ Jimin points a finger toward your piece. âThis is an elementary standard.âÂ
âBullshit!â You snap, bending down to take a closer look. Heâs definitely done a good job. Good enough you know whatâs on the canvas. A street of some kind. A line of storefronts flanking a tall building. You narrow your eyes having no idea what this means. Then your eyes stop next to the first store next to the tall building. A cafe. The name sign Haru written on the top. He hasnât bothered to draw a plate. Your eyes sweep over that once. And you freeze.Â
During your timeâwhich is not that long, youâve shared many details about your world. Maybe youâve shared everything. Maybe not everything. Maybe not enough at all. But, you might have rambled how you always liked the coffee Chan made and how it was far away from your place. Then about how you didnât even have a broken coffee machine in your place so you spent 5000 won everyday on the shitty cafe next to your old apartment building. The shitty cafe named Haru. You snap your head toward him. Eyes wide. Eyebrows raised. Jimin only smiles at you. Barely. A very nervous smile that makes you look back at the painting. Up until this moment, a single thing about this art didnât make any sense to you. Just a painting of a bunch of storefronts. Now as you have spotted that very name it suddenly makes sense.Â
Itâs your apartment. Or at least how Jimin imagined it through your words. Not accurate at all. If heâs to ever ask you to do the changes that needed, youâll have to change everything. Not that you ever will do it though. No. You wonât change a thing. You suck in a shaky breath, feeling your throat tightening up. It might not be the most accurate or the most perfect but the sole fact that heâs done it is enough to make your eyes well up.Â
âYour prompt was to paint a place that exists between night and day or something, wasnât it?â You ask without taking your eyes away from the art piece. Jimin only hums in answer. âSo, hâhow is thatââÂ
âThat should be a dream, right?â Jimin interrupts your question. âOr I donât know⌠a place that really doesn't exist for me? A place Iâve never been to but I often think about?â Explains.Â
âYou often think about my place?âÂ
âNot just your place, but your world. It wouldâve been hella hard to draw an entire world though. So, I drew a piece of it. I know itâs notââÂ
âFucking hell, Park!â You turn around in a blink. Donât let him time to process before you hide your face in his chest.Â
âAccuraâteâŚâ Jimin stumbles on his words. âHolyâLilââ Then gives up. âOkay.â Accepts whatever youâre doing and curls his arms around your figure. You hear him chuckle softly before he raises questions about your well being. âYou good, love?â You nod into his chest, demanding yourself not to cry in your head.Â
âYouâumâŚwhy would you think about my world?â You answer his question with another one. You lift your head enough to peek at his face.Â
âIs that even a question? I think about it because itâs yours. I mean, isnât it unfair how Iâll never get to visit your place? How Iâll never get to meet your parents? How Iâll never get to see or know anything that made you, you?â He slowly pushes you away from his embrace. Just so he can look at you properly. God, you feel like your eyes are burning. You donât know why thatâs making you so emotional. Is that because all his words are true and itâs kind of sad? Is it because youâre touched by his idea to make your world his dream? Or is it simply because he just tore open an old wound? About a world which youâre trying to forget.Â
True, you said youâre completely fine with your new life. But are you? Do you miss it? Maybe. Oh you definitely do. Burn in your eyes turns worse as the realization dawns on you. Yet before a word could escape your lips, Jimin wraps his arms back around you.Â
âI love you, baby. I love you so damn much.â Mumbles. You instantly relax on his hold. Stinging of your eyes soothing immediately at his words.Â
âI love you more.â So does the tightness in your throat eases that you manage to answer him. âMaybe, if I ever get another chance at a wish, Iâll wish for you to come to my world.â You smile to yourself.Â
âIâll be the happiest to go with you.âÂ
Your smile stretches into a grin.Â
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You dumbly stare at the spectacle that hangs low in Jinâs nose. Heâs sitting on Jungkookâs couch. A small notebook in his left hand and a pen in his right. He is wearing a frown like it's permanent jewellery on his face. The two paintings that gave you and Jimin a headache while bringing in with you, now sit pretty across from Jin. Resting against the opposite wall from him. J stands beside Jinâmaybe theyâre back to being the lovey dovey couple they are. Maybe not. Maybe sheâs completely being nosy. When you asked Jin to choose a winner for your petty competition with Jimin, you never expected it to be this serious.Â
âOh my god! Seok Jin. Thatâs fucking enough! Choose one!â You exclaim after waiting in silence for more than ten minutes. Which is too long.Â
âShhâŚâ Jimin shushes you, cutting a glare your way. âDonât distract him.â Adds making you gasp in offense.Â
âReally?â You raise a brow, eyes curiously wandering over to the notebook. What is he writing on there anyway? Jimin very seriously tells you that it is real while Jungkook softly whines from your other side.Â
âThis is so not fair, you know? You lied to me.â Jungkook sighs so heavily that it sounds like he just deflated.Â
âWhat? When did I ever lie to you?â This whole situation is getting more and more ridiculous.Â
âYou never told me you could draw like this.â Jungkook argues, still gaping at your art. Heâs been that way ever since you brought it inside.Â
âYou never asked.â You point out.Â
âYou have to draw me too.â He ignores your valid point and goes back to whining like a kicked puppy. Jimin nearly butts in saying that you would never draw Jungkook but Jinâs voice cut him off before he could fully finish his reasoning.Â
âQuiet! All of you! Youâre interfering with the judging outcome.â He says with a straight face that you come really close to laughing before realizing that heâs very serious.Â
âYes! And this is such a disrespect to the honorable judge board.â J agrees from behind Jin.Â
âOh, for fuckâs sakeââ You start again when Jin raises a hand demanding you shut up.
âKeep interfering and youâre losing marks.â He shows you his stupid notebook.Â
âWhâwhat? You canât do that.â Your mouth turns into a little circle.Â
âYes, he can.â J answers on Jinâs behalf. So, you shut your mouth. And keep it shut for another five minutes watching two Jâs mumble to each other like they're discussing the security of the country. Itâs only after they have their own fun of being a judge board to their friendsâ stupid art competition that they finally announce that theyâve decided upon the winner. Despite your earlier irritation you finally perk up that. Even Jungkook quits his whining and pays attention. Jin ordersâas he believes requestsâyou sit next to Jimin. Like youâre waiting for the death sentence. Then he clears his throat.Â
âOkay, after very careful and thorough consideration, the honorable judge board has come to a decision." He starts making you groan in your mind. J nods like crazy from where sheâs still standing behind Jin. âThis has not been easy andââÂ
âCâmon!â At that you break.Â
âOkay, thatâs a lost mark.â Jin bellows going back to his notebook and scratching something down. You leap forward, ready to snatch that book away and hit him with it. Jimin prevents you from the pleasure by shoving a hand around your waist, already giggling and laughing. Jungkook is grinning as well. Not you, though. Not you. You screech demanding that itâs not fair and struggling against Jiminâs hold when Seok Jin threatens you again.Â
âIâll take another mark down, woman. Shut up!â He stands up. Looks at you with narrow eyes. You mirror him. Who said having Jin as a judge would be a good idea.Â
âItâs okayâŚâ Jimin mumbles in your ear, his voice laced with amusement as you keep glaring at Jin. After a second Jin goes back to his character.Â
âAllright, after very,â He throws a warning glance toward you. âVery fair andâŚâ And starts reciting a speech until your eyes start to well up and legs give up. Then at last with a deep breath he announces the marks. âNow, we decided on marking you out of twenty, just because we wanted to,â Says though no one asks. âSo, considering every aspect, Jimin, my dear friend and my bossââÂ
âIâm not your boss, Hyung. Weâre co-owners.â Jimin says, his arms still wrapped around your middle. Jin grins.Â
âOkay, my dear friend here scored seventeen out of twenty.âÂ
J immediately starts clapping and cheering. Even howls. Jungkook, though, lets out a strangled noise before starting protesting.Â
âSeventeen? Fucking, seventeen? For that?â He questions in pure disbelief. Jimin finally lets go of you.Â
âWhat the fuck that supposed to mean?â His attention fully falls upon the younger man. Jin cuts in before it gets too far.Â
âIt is fair, Jungkook. Considering heâs no Lorenzo, that deserves at least seventeen marks out twenty.â He points at Jiminâs painting. Now you donât know who this Lorenâor whoever the guy is. You assume that heâs a famous artist of this world. Like Picasso. Despite everything you would agree Jin with that. Jimin deserves that. Jungkook keeps protesting. Jin ignores him as he goes back to his speech again. âAnd for our dear Li, the alien whoâs planning to abduct the greatest CEO of the centuryâŚâ Okay, now youâre not sure of Jin not being biased. You donât voice your concerns, however. Donât want to lose any more marks after all. Jin carries on. âThe honorable judge board has decided upon eighteen marks out of twenty.â Throws away his notebook so he could join J with her increased clapping and cheering. âHence, the winner of this competition isâŚâ Imitates the sound of drumrolls and bellows your name. J starts jumping up and down.Â
âCâmon, give her twenty!â Jungkook yells through all the noises in the room. âYou gave Jimin seventeen and only eighteen for her?â You couldâve agreed with him and defended yourself but J has made it toward you. And disregarding your protests, is making you join her with her jumping.Â
âI gave her nineteen. Then took out one because she has a smart mouth.â Jin screams through Jâs yelling.Â
âStill, you gave Jimin seventeen?â Jungkook doesnât back down.Â
âOf course, he is my friend.â Jin answers proudly.Â
âWhat the hell? I thought you were supposed to be fairâŚâ You push away J, gaping at Jin with an open mouth. He only grins.Â
Asshole!
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âSoâŚâ Jimin questions as you fumble with the takeout containers. After announcing your marks, very dramatically, everyone has called it a good time for dinner. Hence, the takeout. âWhat do you want?â You straighten up to face him as he questions. Narrow your eyes and purse your lips, only to shrug at the end.Â
âI donât know. Iâll think about it.â Say as you transfer the food from takeout containers to bowls and plates.Â
âOkayâŚâ Jimin takes two bowls in his hands, ready to take them out to the living room. âBut honestly, you deserve twenty.â Teases making you reel again. Yet before you can start complaining about how his friend was a total douche bag, Jimin disappears through the doorway. You sigh heavily, opening another box of kimchi. Jin can fuck off. Not that youâre really mad at him. No. What you honestly wanted was to impress Jimin. You succeeded at that task beautifully. After that you stopped caring about winning anyway. You just love that he gave Jimin seventeen. Itâs justâŚsometimes itâs fun to bicker with your friends. For no reason. It sure is. With a gentle smile on your lips, you pick up two plates to take to the living room.Â
âIâll take that.âÂ
You turn your head at the unexpected voice. Speaking about the devil! Jin treats you with a warm smile and walks up to you with his arms already outstretched. You twist your body to take the plates away from his grasp.Â
âIâm just pregnant, Jin. You guys need to stop treating me like Iâm built of porcelain.â You complain.
Jin simply ignores you. Simply steps around and take the plates on your hands quite easily. âWeâre not treating you like youâre porcelain, Jimin does. Weâre just treating you like youâre pregnant.â He defends himself. You roll your eyes.Â
âHah! You treat me like Iâm the only woman whoâs pregnant in this world.âÂ
âYou are the only woman I know whoâs pregnant. So, itâs basically the same thing. Just shut up and lemme help.â He steps away from you. You stop arguing. Well, itâs a good argument. You wait for him to walk away with the plates. He doesnât.Â
âWhat?â So, you question after a second in silence.Â
âYou can draw.â Jin says. A snort leaves you before you can control it. Whatâs he getting at?
âSo they say.â You wave a hand in the air. A silent signal for him to drop it. Only if these people ever listen to you, though.Â
âEver considered making a use of it?â He puts the plates back on the table. Your eyes follow the movement before going back to his face and stopping there.
âIâŚdid, actually.â You bite on to your bottom lip, suddenly feeling deflated. That familiar pang hitting your chest. That bitter feeling is getting a hold over your heart. A feeling of being useless. Purposeless. âI studied design at college. So, I guess yes. I did make use of my skills.â You try your very best to keep the edge out of your voice. Itâs not fair to be bitter about it. Itâs no oneâs fault. You said you wanted to stay and you still want to stay. You said you wanted to have the baby and you still do. Thereâs no reason to be bitter. Yet the feeling lingers.Â
âYou did?â Jin hums. âPast tense? How about now? You no longer want to use it?â Inquires. God, you want him to talk about something else. Or simply leave you be. This topic isnât easy. And you donât have answers either.Â
âNo. I mean, I donât know. Havenât thought about it. I justâumâŚyou know started living here. I mean permanently, and I still have no plan.â You trail on.Â
âDo you know when youâll have a plan?â He asks again. This time you furrow.Â
âOkay, what is this, Jin? Why are you interrogating me all of a sudden?âÂ
âIâm not interrogating you, Li. Iâm just asking.âÂ
âWhy?â
âI donât know. Maybe, Iâm just curious. OrâŚâ He shrugs. âIâm a little too sad to think that youâll just waste yourself away. Just give up on everything just because youâre pregnant.â You open your mouth and then close it stupidly. You swear that you want to tell him that itâs not the case at all. But he starts speaking again before you could. âI know it might not make sense for me to be sad about you but I do. Weâre friends. Have you thought about resuming your studies?â He folds his arms across his chest. You place your hand on a nearby chair, just because you want to do something. You nod while averting your gaze to your hand.Â
âI did.âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
You look back at him. âI canât just resume a degree that doesnât exist, can I, Jin.âÂ
âThen start it over.â He raises a brow. Seems too sure about his ideas. Unfortunately for him, youâre going to prove him wrong.Â
âWith what academic background? In this world, I donât have anything on my own. Not even an identity. Iâm not a part of this world. How do you think Iâm gonna apply for a university when I canât even prove my elementary studies. No, you know what? Fuck that, I canât even prove Iâm a citizen of this country. I got nothing and I donât know where to start.â You suck in a sharp breath after spewing those words out, relishing in the silence that follows after. Jin simply blinks at you. Then slowly nods.Â
âDoes Jimin know it?â He glances at the doorway, as if Jimin is standing there. For a second, you worry that he does and he heard everything. Relief washes over you to see the doorway empty. âThat youâre sad about it. That you want to do something.âÂ
âKind of.â You answer simply. Now you never expected to have this conversation with Jin out of all the people. Heâs the least closest one to you. Hence, your surprise when he easily understands that you crave a purpose. âHe knows I want to restart my life butââÂ
âHe doesnât know that you want it this badly that you get mad when you think about it?â You nod again at Jinâs question. âSo, why donât you just tell him. He can help you, you know? We can forge your documents.âÂ
Your eyes widen in surprise. Again, heâs the last person to suggest something like that.Â
âWeâhe can give you the best academic background anyone wants. Thereâs nothing money canât do. Or, he can simply give you the degree. Or the job. Whatever you ask for. Jimin will even give you the damn sun if itâs possible.â Jin carries on. You wouldâve been happy about that knowledge some other time. Not now.Â
âThatâs exactly why I donât tell him. Why I don't ask him for help. First, heâd blame himself saying I lost it all because of him. Second, I donât think Iâll be happy to have something that I donât deserve. I want to earn it. Be proud of myself. Sitting on a director's seat without a single qualification would make me feel like shit, Jin.â You ramble. That bitter feeling swirling inside you faster and faster with every word. Jin stays silent at that. Just staring at you. After a minute that feels like an hour he smiles.Â
âWellâŚwhat if you get a chance to deserve it then?âÂ
âHuh?â You knit your brows together in confusion. What is he even talking about?
âSo, you donât want to work for Jimin or for the company because that means you got a job that you donât deserve?â He probs to which you nod. âI can give you work that would prove you deserve itââÂ
âJin, thatâs exactly the sameââÂ
âNo itâs not. Iâm not giving you a title, Li. Iâm giving you a task and a deadline. Iâm giving you a chance to prove yourself and us that youâre talented. I donât give a fuck about a degree. You can start earning it from zero again. All Iâm saying is that I can give you something to do that would make you feel useful.â
Oh!
"It'd be like freelancing. Trust me, Iâm the last person to encourage nepotism. I love how you want to make it by yourself and how you donât want to get spoiled over the fact that you have Jimin. But, not knowing when to take the opportunities is pure stupidity, Li. I wonât just drop it on your lap ever. Iâm meaner than that. Itâs just an opportunity.âÂ
Suddenly, you feel your body grow weaker. Not in a bad way, no. That bitter swirl inside you comes to a halt as a new sensation starts to course through your veins. Causing your body goes weak. Your heart is slowly starting to beat loudly and fast inside your chest. And there comes an urge to squeal. Laugh. Scream. Take a step forward and throw your arms around Jin's neck. You donât, however. You donât do any of that. You just stay rooted in your spot eyes fixed on Jin. You canât believe it. Is this really happening? You still donât want to take help. But Jin makes sense. Heâs not helping you. Not like Hoseok did, anyway. Not like how Jimin would do it. And youâd be a fool to lose it.Â
âBut howâs it not the same?â Yet you question in the end, trying to keep your calm. âWhat do you want me to do?âÂ
âVisuals.â Jin answers even before you barely finish your question. âA teaser?âÂ
âSo, social media?â Itâs getting very hard for you to not get excited.Â
âYes. And the backdrop for the press launch.â With those words your excitement dies down. A bit. Social media, you can totally deal with. He wants you to design the freaking backdrop for the press. Thatâs a lot of faith. âGive me one visual, Li. Iâm not saying youâre getting a job through me. Youâre going to work for it. Youâll walk me through the concepts within two weeks. We have three months until the launch. If I like your concepts, youâll work on it. And if it makes through, youâll see your work on the launch. If not, then youâll try again for something else.â Jin explains. Or rather commands. You knew he'd be a tough boss. Hoseok was far better.Â
âAnd thereâs no one else working on this?â You donât want to steal someone elseâs chance. Someone else who works their way up to the RUN design team through the sacrifices worth years.Â
âWe do. We have a team working on it. Youâre not stealing someone elseâs job, Li. We havenât confirmed anything yet. We donât have a fixed idea about whatâs going to be the backdrop. My team will be presenting the ideas to me within two weeks.â Jin picks up the plates back again. âIf anything, itâs not fair to you. They had months to brainstorm their ideas and come up with something. You just have two weeks. Youâll get paid only if you make it through. Fair?â Raises a brow.Â
You nibble on your bottom lip. This feels like a dream. Too good to be true. If it wasnât for Jin, you would disregard such an offer saying itâs a scam. But it is Jin whoâs offering. Honestly, you donât care about getting paid. Itâs for RUN who youâre doing this. Even if it doesnât make it to the launch, this will give you a place to start. After a brief second of thinking, you let your grin loose.Â
âFair.â Agree. Jin dips his head just once, smiling broadly that a dimple forms in one of his cheeks.Â
âGood, Iâm looking forward to working with you Miss Spring Roll. Do your best!â He turns around. Walks over to the doorway but you stop him before he steps out.Â
âJin!â He turns his head. âPlease donât tell anything to Jimin. I do want to earn it. Heâs gonna be a pain in your ass and make you choose me if he knew it.â You request, to which Jin smirks. Jimin can be a real pain if he wants to.Â
âYou got it.âÂ
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Itâs been two days since you agreed to work for Jinâs design team. Unofficially. Nobody knows youâre working to RUN again. But this time, instead of delivering coffee from one room to another, you sit on Jungkookâs desk with scattered paper across it. You wonât be stepping inside the company. Jin has provided you with all the information you need to make it work. Too much information to be precise. Itâs giving you a headache. You donât know where to start. Youâve been given information about the plot, a fantasy full with romance and action and gore and for fuckâs sake a bath of blood. The gameâs not for the kids so it makes sense. Youâve been given the character designs. Designs that had made your jaw dropped to the floor at how pretty and realistic they felt. You wouldâve kissed designersâ hands who made such a thing possible. You donât know the full plot of the game. Just the genre, details about the characters and the mood Jin is after. But with the little peeks you had, you already know the game is going to be a recordbreaker. And youâre happy to be a part of it.Â
You still don't want to get a job with the help of your CEO boyfriend or his friends. But what Jin said makes absolute sense. This is a one of a kind opportunity. If this works, then youâll have the first work on your portfolio. Itâs not like youâre hired. Nothing will happen unless you come up with really good ideas. Ideas you donât have at the moment.Â
âWatcha doing?â The sudden voice that comes next to your ear makes you squeal and grab your chest with both hands.Â
âWhat the fuck, Jungkook? Youâre going to give me a heart attack one of these days.â You slap his thigh, annoyed at how often heâs been doing it.Â
âCalm down, Noona. You know itâs just me in the house.â Jungkook rolls his eyes. Drags a spare chair toward the table and sits next to you. You grumble how that doesnât justify his actions as he peers over at the thousands of papers you have with millions of scribbles on them. âStill got nothing?â He picks up one paper.Â
âStill got nothing.â You sigh heavily and push all the papers away from you together with the tablet.Â
âYouâll get there, Noona. Donât stress yourself too much. Youâre pregnant, remember? Jimin will kill Jin if he knows that heâs making you stressed for death.â Jungkook lets the paper fall to the table.Â
âBut I have to come up with something if I need the bid,â You pout. âBut every idea seems overused, not creative or stupid.âÂ
âThatâs what you think. Maybe they are good.â Jungkook chooses a different paper this time. Frowns. âLike this oneâŚâ Squints. âLikeâŚumâŚhow this is showcasingâŚâ Purses his lips. You watch him with a deadpanned expression. You know what he is doing. Still, you curse aloud when the next words leave his mouth. âA dead crow and a girl trying to eat it raw.âÂ
You snatch the paper away. âGet lost, Jeon.â Shove him back. Or try to do so.Â
âThatâs rude.â Jungkook whines, grinning with his nose scrunched up. Only he could do that. Smile like that. You flip him off. Still, he doesnât go away. Just rests his chin on your shoulder. âNo but seriously, youâll get there, baby. Donât think too much. If it works, then it works, if not weâll find another way.â Coaxes. You sigh for the ninth time and relax. Heâs right, this is not life, except it is life for you at the moment. Yet you nod in agreement. Jungkook lets out a hum in satisfaction, then pulls away from your personal space. âLetâs go have dinner now, shall we?â Asks, already getting to his feet. You tilt your head up to look at him.Â
Oh, your sweet Jungkook!
There comes that painful clench in your heart. You still havenât talked with him. Now you know what youâre doing. Youâre making excuses. Youâre taking everything in your life as an excuse not to have that conversation. From your health to your baby. Then it was about his finals and your petty art competition. Now what? Oh, you can definitely think about a hundred more excuses. Like the fact that heâs in such a good mood today. Apparently has submitted his final assignment for the semester, being done with his college life. Has prepared a whole feast today for the two of you just because heâs happy. That conversation would ruin it. You canât do that now, can you?Â
Selfish. Completely, unforgivably, cruelly selfish. How could you do that to him? To Jungkook? Out of all the people? Then what should you do? Have the talk now? He wouldnât be smiling like that after it, though. And you wonât be in a place to design a game launch backdrop. Still, you should do it right? The perfect time youâre looking for will not come ever. Because you donât want it to come. Youâll always find a reason not to have the confrontation. Maybe you should do it. Just do it.Â
âCâmon, get up!â Jungkook urges you to your feet, snapping you out of your thoughts. You let him pull you up. âYou're gonna love Bulgogi.â He informs, eyes glinting. Heâs gone so far with the dinner tonight, overworking himself. Heâs so happy. Youâll ruin it if you open your mouth for the wrong thing. Then, how long are you gonna drag this up?Â
Jungkook starts dragging you out of the room. You just follow him, mind spiraling. Yet with no decision about what to do as you make it to the living room.Â
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You sit on the floor, legs crossed and across from Jungkook on the coffee table turned into the dinner table for the night. You take a look at all the food Jungkook has placed on it, with wide eyes.Â
âOh my God, why did you make so much food, Kook. Itâs only the two of us.â You already knew he was making a feast but he exceeds your expectations with this. âWe wonât be able to finish these.âÂ
âThatâs why we have a fridge.â Jungkook nonchalantly hands you a pair of chopsticks. You take them, sighing. Looks like youâll be eating until you canât anymore. You pick a slice of Bulgogi Jungkook boasted about so much. And the first bite gets you moaning. You immediately dig in again, causing Jungkook to smile at you. Fondly. So fondly that you are afraid heâll turn into a cotton candy. Thatâs how sweet he looks. Okay, fuck, you canât let him keep going like that. His whole world revolving around you. Taking care of you. Being happy when youâre happy. Sad when youâre sad. Just existing to please you when you canât give him anything in return. No. Youâve dragged this out long enough. Itâll be now or never. Heâs happy, yes. Heâll always be either too happy or too sad to have a heart breaking conversation. Youâll not be able to focus on anything else after you break his heart. His pain will make you hurt. But guess what? You donât care about your wellbeing anyway. Not at this moment.Â
You put back the chopsticks slowly. Jungkook glances up at you through his lashes, his own mouth full of rice. Youâre doing this. Yes. For better or for worse.âJungkookâŚâ You begin slowly. Your heart beating in your throat. Your chest tightening up. He hums in answer. Still too distracted to read the room. To understand that youâre no longer smiling. âWeâŚI need to taââÂ
Your voice gets cut off by the sudden sound of your phone ringing. Your eyes instinctively fall at the phone screen that is lit up with an incoming call. By an unknown number. Brows knitted together, you pick up the phone. Whoever thatâs calling, this is the worst time. You should hang it up and carry on with your talk. Right? Right? Or should you?Â
âOh, it might be Jin, or someone else from the company.â The words leave your mouth even before you can think about it. Jin wonât call you at this hour. No will anyone else from the company. Why would they when they donât even know you. Excuses. Again. But you take it despite all the promises you made yourself. You pick up the phone and press it to your ear. âHello!â You greet with a very forced enthusiasm. Using your customer service voice. High pitched and chirpy. Itâs truly amazing how you are able to fake that voice even when your heart is still beating madly. Jungkook eyes you curiously for a second but then proceeds to stuff his mouth with almost everything. A deep silence occurs from the other side of the line. âHello!â So you chirp again. Still polite and energetic.Â
âLi!â Then there comes a voice. And you freeze. Call it a gut feeling but just at the first word you know something bad is coming, even though you donât recognize the voice. âI need a favor.â The voice continues. Like that you recognize the voice. How could you not recognize your own voice? Your already beating heart picks up even more for a different reason this time.Â
âLiâLiya?â You dumbly look for a clarification when you damn well know itâs her. Jungkook pauses his hand mid air. A piece of Kimchi trapped between his chopsticks. He gapes at you. Then drop the cutlery without a care.Â
âYes,â Liya answers you through the phone. âAre you free? I need to talk to you.â Says without any further ado. You look at Jungkook with wide eyes. As if heâs the one talking to you. Jungkook widens his eyes.Â
âIs that Liya? Kim Liya?â He leans forward. You nod just once. Jungkook scoffs. âHang up the phone.â Almost gets to his feet as you scoot back defensively. Well, itâs not that you want to talk with Liya. Sheâs the last person you want to have a chit chat with. But, something in youâprobably the guiltâwonât let you just follow Jungkookâs orders. âNoona!â He exclaims in bewilderment as you clear your throat.Â
âWhy?â You answer Liyaâs question with another question. âWhy do you want to talk to me?â
âYouâll know if you talk to me, wonât you? Isnât that the purpose of talking? Whatâs the point if I just tell you now?â Â
Okay, you should hang up the phone. This is ridiculous. The edge in her voice. The amused undertone, as if sheâs talking to the dumbest bitch in the world causing your blood to spike.Â
âCan you?â Yet before you can hang up, she asks again. This time her voice is a bit quietened. The edge and the amused tilt gone. If you didnât know any better youâd say you heard the desperation. âPleaseâŚâ Oh, you definitely heard the desperation. Kim Liya just pleads with you. That should talk thousands of unspoken words. Come to think of it, you know she would never call you if she wasnât desperate. Sheâs desperate. It doesnât matter what Jimin thinks, she hasnât found a way yet. Now sheâs here, wanting to talk to you. And you can only think about one topic that sheâd want to talk about. She wants you to help her with making herself better. You donât know how. But shouldnât you help if you can?
âNoona, hang up the phone for fuckâs sake!â Jungkook hurries to his feet and walks around the table. You twist your body away from him. Things that happened the past few weeks have shifted your mind away from concerns about Liya. Youâve come to believe Jiminâs words and think Liya would find a way and itâs out of your control. Yet youâd be lying if you say that she didnât cross your mind here and there. Maybe, itâs not genuine concern. Itâs just a need to feel less guilty about what you did. It was there, nonetheless. Now, you have a chance to actually do it. You need to help her. You have to help her. Even though a voice inside your head is screaming at you that this is going to end badly.Â
âOkay.â You breathe out after a long second, ignoring Jungkookâs attempts to snatch your phone away. So do you ignore his gasp at your next words. âWhen?âÂ
âNow.â Liya simply says, making you snap your head toward the window to double check the hour. Itâs late. Dark as hell outside.Â
âWhat do you mean now? Where are you?â You rush to your feet, Jungkook hissing on your ear.Â
âIâm outside the restaurant. This canât wait, Li. I need to talk to you now.âÂ
Okay fuck. This is crazy. And did you think sheâs asking? Of course, not. Sheâs already here. Sheâs not asking if you could meet her but demanding that you meet her. She already knew youâd say yes. Well, you already said yes. Itâs better to get it done sooner than later.Â
âFine, gimme a second.â With that you hang up the phone, already moving toward the front door. âLiya wants to meet me, sheâs outside now.â You let Jungkook know while you move.Â
âAnd you fucking said yes? Are you kidding me, Noona?â Jungkook catches up to you. Walks around you just to stand up in front of you and block your path. âYou gonna meet her?â
âYes, I am Jungkook,â You try to sidestep him. Fail. He successfully blocks your path again.Â
âAre you fucking crazy? Why the fuck would you do that? You know sheâs not gonna congratulate you or something. You know this is trouble!â Jungkook barks.Â
âOh, câmon, she needs help. And I owe her at least that, donât you think.â You try in vain to get to the door again, your patience running thin.Â
âNo, I donât think so. You donât owe her anything, Noona. How many times do I have to tell you? Itâs Jiminâs faultââ
âJimin canât clap with one hand, can he?â You snap. Jungkook could be ridiculous sometimes. âItâs my fault as much as his. This is Liyaâs space and I stole it and it makes me feel like shit and itâll always make me feel that way. So, Iâm going to help her whether any of you like it or not. Now, move.â This time you successfully manage to step around and continue to your intended location. You hear Jungkook sighing in resignation.Â
âOkay, what if she tries something funny? Iâm coming with you then.â Jungkook only gets to take one step forward before you turn around, glaring at him hard enough to make him freeze.Â
âNo, you are not, Jeon Jungkook.â
âWhy not?âÂ
âBecuase, you canât take care of me all the time. You need to stââ You bite on your tongue to stop the venom pouring out. You were so close to letting it all out. Not now. Not when Liya is waiting outside. You need to handle one thing at a time. You need to make it fair to Jungkook. Youâll sit down and talk to him with a clear mind. Not when youâre slowly getting angry at his persistence and getting nervous about Liya. You take a deep breath. âIâm a big girl Jungkook. I can handle myself. You donâtâcanât take care of me all the time. Iâm going to be a mom right? How can I take care of my baby if I canât just have a conversation with umâum⌠my boyfriendâs ex, who also happens to beâŚmyâŚaltrenate versionâŚâ Oh, that really doesnât sound good. But youâll finish what you started now..
âStillâŚâ Jungkook rubs his face with both his hands. He seems not concerned about what you tried to say and didnât. Â
âIâll be fine, Kookie. What do you think will happen? That sheâll hold a gun to my head or something?â You pick up your coat, open the door not bothering to change your slippers.Â
âConsidering that itâs Liya, of course that can happen.â He argues back but stays where he is. You roll your eyes. What a ridiculous idea? Even if Liya is a CEO and the daughter of Kimâgenetically or not, thereâs no way in hell that she could do something like that. Right? Can she? You pause midstep, your hand barely raised toward the door handle.Â
âIf I donât come back within thirty minutes, then come looking for me.â You mumble without looking back at Jungkook.Â
âSo, you are scared that sheâd do something bad.â Jungkook bellows.Â
âNo, I am not!â You shout back, stepping out and closing the door behind you.Â
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You exit through the front doors of the restaurant. The cold autumn air instantly bites on to your skin horribly, causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. You first look into your right. Find no familiar white car among the few vehicles parked there. Then you look to your left, eyes squinting to find the car youâre looking for. You donât get to look that hard when Liya saves you the trouble and switches on the headlights. Sheâs parked a few blocks away from the restaurant. And the sight of the vehicle suddenly gives you a sick feeling. Youâve always felt uncomfortable in Liyaâs presence. Of course, you did. Youâve been cheating with her boyfriend behind her back. Even now you feel the same uneasily sensation in your tummy. That paired with Jungkookâs words really do make you stay rooted to your spot and consider your life decisions.Â
Maybe this is a bad idea? Maybe you shouldâve hung up the phone and livedâŚhow exactly? Happily? God, what are you even thinking? This is not a drama and Liya is not a murderer. Sheâs obviously not going to hold you at gun point. Sheâll have the time of her life if she knows that youâre scared of her. Cursing yourself mentally, you start to walk forward. Donât stop until youâre standing next to Liyaâs car. And nor do you waste any time slipping inside the passenger seat. The pleasant warmth inside wraps around you like a comfy blanket yet do nothing to rid the coldness inside your body. You exhale as you close the passenger side door and sit properly. Your heart going mad inside your chest. And thatâs all you can hear. Only your own heart beats as a deafening silence follows.Â
Silence!
You look at Liya once, finding her eyes trained forward. So you do the same.Â
Silence!
Your heart is going to explode. You bunch up your coat between your fingers.Â
Silence!
Okay this is unbearable. If she doesnât talk, then you should.
âSoââ
âIs it true?â Liya beats you up to it. You furrow in annoyance at how rude she does that and look at her with confusion. But then it all gets resolved when you find her eyes no longer looking out through the windscreen. Instead her eyes are on you. Your stomach to be precise.Â
Oh!
Your hands instinctively go to cover your belly. Still the same as how it was a week before. Or a week before that week. Thereâs no visible bump yet. Liya canât see any difference in you at all. But she knows. Somehow she does. Jimin said he didnât tell her. Then how? Does it matter? Itâs not like youâd be able to keep it a secret forever. Not that you want to anyway.Â
âYes.â Hence your simple answer.Â
Liya scoffs. âWell, then thatâs what changed. Here I thought it was about Jimin.â Grips the steering wheel tight. You know what sheâs talking about. Sheâs been convinced that Jimin was your reason that stopped the shifting. Honestly, youâve thought the same. The thought that it might be your baby never crossed your mind. It makes perfect sense when you think about it. You try not to think too much about it. Instead you open your mouth to ask her what she wanted. Just to change your mind when she starts speaking again. Eyes back on somewhere you canât see. âJimin must be so god damn happy. He always wanted kids. He wanted to get married and have kids soon after we moved in together,â She trails on. You clench your jaw, doing your utmost best not to get irritated. âMaybe it was all my fault. Because I always said no. I said later.âÂ
âIt was your choice to make.â You blurt out. Every story has two sides. It indeed was her choice to decide when she wanted to get married or have kids. Nobody should accuse her of not wanting it when Jimin did. And was that the reason why they fell out of love? Were they ever actually in love? Why do Jimin love you? Because youâre ready to have his kids when Liya didnât? Okay, you need to stop. Those evil questions wonât get you anything good in your life. You did what felt right for you. Nobody should accuse you of wanting it when Jimin did either. It was your choice.Â
âIt was, wasnât it?â She finally turns her head to look at you. âThen why am I feeling so jealous?â Another glance of your stomach. âWhy am I feeling so bitter?âÂ
âYou didnât love Jimin, Liya. You know that.â You ignore her question. Liya rolls her eyes.Â
âWhyâs everyone keep saying that? You are not me, Li. You donât know what I feel or what I felt, just because youâre me from a different world. Stop doing that.â She keeps her voice calm and steady despite the hidden rage behind her words. You can hear it. Can hear it and your brain reacts to it. Itâs through gritted teeth that you throw out your next words.
âThen what? You did love him?âÂ
âI donât know!â Liya practically screams. You flinch. âOkay? I donât fucking know.âÂ
Oh, but you do. âYou didnât love him, Liya. You loved the idea of Park Jimin. You loved having him as your boyfriend. He was the prize you won for going against your father for the first and last time of your life and you wanted to keep the prize so everyone would know you won. That you keep winning. That is not love. Thatâs not fair on him. I know Iâm wrong. I know heâs wrong but maybe, just maybe he deserved someone who loves him, not someone who keeps him as a fucking trophy.â You ramble so fast and so hard that you end up gasping for air. Liya gapes at you with wide eyes, clearly not expecting an outburst from you. She looks stunned. You wait for the refusal. Wait until she declines, saying that you donât know her. It doesnât come. Eleven after a long full minute of silence all you receive is a shrug.Â
Fuck! Did she just admit that?
âDoesnât matter what it is now, does it?â In the end she chokes out a laugh. âI already lost him, andâŚâ She exhales loudly. You think itâs more to collect herself than to ease the pain. Is she in pain? She certainly doesnât look good. She had such radiating skin which now looks dulled and withered. She had such bright eyes which now look hollow and dark. You always thought Liya was and is the better version of you. Both regarding looks and life. Even though you are the same person, sheâs always looked prettier and she's a darn CEO. What else is there to achieve? Youâve often wondered how and why Jimin fell in love with you. Well it somehow happened. The aftermath? Liya has lost her glow. Sheâs literally dying. If you donât help her sheâll be dead soon. All because of you.Â
âI donât care anymore,â Liya pulls her act together faster than you expected. âAll I care now is surviving, Li. I wonât just let you steal my life. I hate losing, you know? I always hated losing.â She spills the words out in such rage but her voice is still calm. âI want my life back and I need a purpose to hang on to my life. I want a reason to keep going so you wonât steal it entirely.â Liya keeps rambling. The sickening feeling inside you returns, making your guts churn. This time itâs guilt. You never intended to steal it. Nor do you want to steal it. You desperately want to say it but Liya doesnât give you a chance. âYou know what, Li? My whole life, there was only one reason that kept me going. Winning. I woke up everyday to win something more. Why? So my goddamn father would be proud about me,â Another wet choke. Youâre scared sheâd cry. You donât know what to do. âGuess what? Heâll never be proud. Now? After what Jimin did? Never!âÂ
âI no longer care about it either. He canât accept me as his daughter? Fine. I donât want to be his daughter anymore, butâŚâ She turns to you. Now you can see her eyes burn with fire. Not the bright glow she usually has in them but a fire that would burn you down. âI still have to keep winning. Because thatâs my reason. My business is my baby, Li. I poured my life into it and I will not let any of you take it away from me.â You try to speak for the hundredth time when she starts to shuffle around, twisting her body around and reaching for a large envelope on the back seat. She hands it over to you. You, utterly confused, open the envelope to peek inside, finding it full with white papers. âPeople know that my father is a shareholder of R.U.N, but they donât know that it was his money that built the place.â Liya explains as you keep glancing at the stack of papers inside. Having no idea about what sheâs getting at.âThey donât know Jimin and his friends were little gold diggers and used me for money.â Your head snaps up from the papers in your hands. Eyes wide.Â
âWhat?â You scowl. âThatâs not true they didnâtââÂ
âAnd whoâs gonna believe them,â Liya taps her forefinger on the envelope. âJimin signed the contract, LiâŚYou probably don't know about these because youâre a little dumb college girl.â You try to interfere but she doesnât let you. âThat doesnât mean everyone is dumb. This contractâs going to be enough to prove that theyâJimin, used me for money and then cheated on me.âÂ
You suck in a sharp breath. Guilt instantly turning into blind, bristling anger. Why did you ever think this would be a good idea? Jungkook was so right. This is Kim Liya and she doesnât ask. No. She demands.Â
âYou got to be fucking kidding me, Liya. Are you threatening him?âÂ
Liya clicks her tongue. The Liya who sat here with a haggard look is nowhere to be seen. Sheâs gone like a flick of a switch. In her place now sits a woman whoâs spitting venom in your face. Amused. A slick smile on her lips. âCourse not, he is not here. I am threatening you, dummy.â Her smile widens. âNow, Jimin is really something, Iâd give him that. Either he should be really stupid or really brave to launch a game when his reputation has been damaged so badly. He still has his little followers, I know that. Some people would do anything for a pretty face and toned abs,â She shakes her head in disappointment. âAnd heâs lucky that some donât like me. Theyâd support Jimin just because they hate me. But, with this thing out,â Another tap on the envelope. âThe company will receive a considerable amount of backlash. Theyâd see Jimin as the little gold diggerââÂ
âOkay, shut the fuck up!â You finally snap. Seething. Seeing red. This is a mistake and you were stupid enough to think that this wouldâve gone any other way. Still you wonât sit here looking dumb while she insults your Jimin that way. âYouâve gone fucking crazy, Liya.â You mutter through clenched teeth. âI wanted to help you. Really help you. But this?â You hold the stupid envelope before your face. âIs stupid.â You ignore the way Liya smirks, not deterred by your words even a little bit. âAnd if you think Iâm gonna do anything you ask me to doâŚthen you need to get your head checked. Fuck off!â You almost turn around and get out of the car. Almost.Â
âI wouldnât do that if I was you, Li.â Liya stops you with a stern edge to her voice. You pause. âI mean you can leave, no one's holding you hostage here, but I want you to understand how serious this is. I want you to know that I am not joking. I will do it!â You glare at her with all your might. Anger swirling inside you like a volcano that is about to burst. Oh you can hit her. Damn the guilt. This is unacceptable. âAnd also Iâll make sure that no oneâŚnot a single soul on this earth would want to support R.U.N. I might not be a people pleaser who always says yes to everyone but I am a convincing liar, Li. Thatâs how I manage to survive in this world full of vultures. So, listen to me carefully, I donât care what I have to do. A pretty little lie can go a long way. A few tears, and bruises, and a good story will do the trick.âÂ
You freeze. Itâs not that you didnât take her seriously. You did since the very first moment she handed you the damn envelope. With everything in you, you believed she would totally do it. Now, though, as her words sink in, you feel like your blood runs cold. Sheâs going to accuse Jimin. Of something heâs never done. Never even thought of doing. But who would the people believe? Him, who already cheated on his girlfriend withâas they beliveâher twin sister or a woman whoâs crying in distress. Covered in bruises. You grit your teeth so hard that your jaw aches. Still you find yourself unable to stop it. Completely prickling with anger that your ears are ringing, sight turning hazy and not even being able to speak. Liya takes full advantage of it.Â
âI hope you donât want that, right, Li? Imagine being the reason why your lover loses everything. If it weren't for you, none of this couldâve happened. This is all because of you. Then youâll have to watch Jimin crumble,â She gasps softly. Like she just remembered something. âOh, and then can you imagine having to raise a baby in such a household. Father going bankruptâŚthen comes the lawsuits. Debt. The bills. Itâs not like you can be of any help now, can you?â A smirk twists her face.Â
âYouâre fucking crazyâŚâ You breathe out, your voice hoarse and uneven. Youâre at the brink of crying. You donât want to. Never want to show how weak you are.Â
âI amâŚI am very crazy. Youâve made me that way. Now listen here babes, itâs still not late. I donât want any of this. I just want my business back. And my life. I hope Jimin has already told you what I wantââÂ
âFuck no, Liya. No fucking way!â You rage, fingers fisting around the envelope and crumpling a corner. âHe already said no. You will not use him anymore.â You shake your head. Madly. âNo you wonât. I thought you were a smart woman, Kim Liya. This ainât gonna work. You think your father will believe it when Jimin goes back and claims that you never broke up?âÂ
âHe willâŚâÂ
âHow?! Jimin claimed it was not you in the videos.âÂ
âAnd you think my parents believe that they have a daughter whom they never knew of?â Liya leans forward. A brow raised. âDo you think my mom will believe that she gave birth to two girls without ever knowing it? I mean my father isnât the biggest believer of my mom but even he knows that she only ever gave birth to me. To them it was me who was on the videos. It was me who brought shame. AndâŚâ She bites on to her bottom lip. Face suddenly brightening up. âWe donât need rational reasons to explain his actions, Li. All we do need is to agree to destroy the evidence Jimin found on my father and voilĂ ! We have a deal. Mr Kim is gonna vote for me at the next board meeting. Heâs gonna accept that me and Jimin are still together and give me whatever he owes me.â She rubs her palms together. âIâm gonna get what I want and you both can live happily ever after. Isnât that a good deal?â
No itâs notâŚItâs definitely not. For how long would they have to do it? To pretend like a couple? Jimin would never agree to this. This means he falls back into the Kim family's trap. Back to being their little puppet. Liya must think you're a little idiot but you have enough brain to know that sheâs never going to stay true to her words. Sheâll ruin you. Sheâll ruin Jimin. Sheâll ruin everyone who caused her distress. Revenge!Â
âThink about it, honey.â Liya squeals at your silence. âYou have a week. Convince Jimin. Be smart, okay.âÂ
Be smart!
You deflate. All hope vanishes with the bristling rage that coursed through your veins. Liya would do it and you can only think about one way to stop it. Convince Jimin to help Liya. Using your own way. He should never know that this conversation happened.Â
Be smart!
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Your head is going to explode. Youâve had this terrible headache ever since last night. Then with little to no sleep, now you feel like youâre half dead. You would like nothing more than curling into a little ball and sleeping for a whole week. No, maybe for a whole year. Youâre absolutely exhausted. Still, you canât do anything but think, think, and think. Youâre paralyzed from fear. You want to do something about Liyaâs threat. Something that is rational. Not cowardly and do exactly as she says.Â
Fuck, you canât even imagine going through the same thing again. Watching from afar as Jimin pretends to be Liyaâs boyfriend. Isnât it funny that you and he did that too? Only if this would end from there, though. It wonât. Itâs not just being her boyfriend in front of her father. No. Jimin would have to destroy whatever he found on Mr Kim. Any evidence or dirt that made mighty Kim stays with the company. With that leverage gone, he would definitely pull out from the company. This is again a no win situation. They would lose it all. Again. Even after the effort Namjoon put in. After every horrible thing went through, theyâd still fail. But agreeing to Liya would actually give them a slight chance. Because itâs Liya.Â
You feel like your whole body goes limp. Lips so dry that wetting them with your tongue feels like licking sand paper. The mere thought that you have no other options but to agree to Liya and do as she says makes you want to rip your hair away. But after spending a whole night awake and half of today, youâve finally come to the realization that you have to do it. It doesnât matter how bad itâll hurt. You canât let them fail. Not now when theyâre so close. If not, it would be all because of you. Like Liya said, none of this wouldâve happened if it werenât for you. You have to do it.Â
âYou okay, baby?â Jiminâs voice makes you slightly jump on your seat. After realizing that youâll have to go through this. Youâve decided to talk to Jimin as soon as you can. Itâs better to get this done faster if you must do it. What's the use of delaying it if the results are going to be the same no matter what. Hence, your sudden request for Jimin to meet you for lunch. At Kimâs restaurant. The Bibimbap Jungkookâ whoâs currently working at the restaurant full time until he finds a real jobâmade for you is only touched by Jimin so far. âWhy arenât you eating?â He asks through a mouthful.Â
Youâve been doing your very best to act natural since you called him. Liyaâs advice or not, letting Jimin know what had truly happened wouldnât do any good but make him angry. You have to act smart. Yet with every passing second itâs becoming harder and harder. One of these moments, this facade will crack and your plan, which doesnât really exist will be ruined. âNot hungry, really.â You show him all of your teeth, hoping that it is a very convincing smile. Of course, it is not. Jimin raises a brow in question. You know he sensed something the moment he laid eyes on you a few minutes ago. How could he not? Even Jungkook had questioned you more than a few times. Luckily, you managed to brush his concern off.Â
âOkay, whatâs going on?â Jimin gives up on eating. âYou seem off.â His eyes dull with a look torn between worry and confusion.Â
âNo, Park, Iâm fine,â You wave a hand in the air.Â
No youâre not! You just need to take this out. Talk to him. You just donât know how.
âLil, donât make me worried, okay?â Jimin scans his eyes over your figure, like he could find a clue written somewhere in your body.Â
Okay, this is going nowhere. You called him so you could get this out and be done with it. Dragging this out isn't good. It makes you feel more nervous. More scared. Oh you wanna throw up. You are going to throw up. You clutch your own t-shirt tightly. âAh, I just wanted to talk to you,â You start, avoiding looking at him, keeping your eyes on the food.Â
âAnd?â Jimin urges you. âThen talk to me, baby.âÂ
âYesâŚâ You slowly look at his face, tugging the corner of your lips up with great effort.Â
Act normal. Act normalâŚÂ
Jimin waits patiently.Â
âSo, Liya visited me.â With one last breath, you blurt out. Jiminâs face immediately turns from understanding to annoyance.Â
âWhat? When?â He demands without letting you explain any further. You donât know a way to approach this. Somehow you think you need to lay at least a partial truth out in the open. After your pregnancy chaos, youâve sworn to yourself never to lie to Jimin again. But here you are about to do just that.Â
âYesterdayââÂ
âAnd youâre only telling me now?â Jimin barks. Makes you flinch and glance around embarrassed.Â
âShe visited me last night.â You whisper yell. His sudden outburst makes your nausea and fear worsen. Youâre at edge. Thereâs so much pressure inside you. And you donât appreciate him getting mad at you. It makes something bristle inside you. A perfect opportunity to project all your pent up frustration at the wrong target. You donât want that.Â
âAnd?â Jimin asks as if itâs obvious that you shouldâve told him earlier. âOkay, it doesn't matter. What did she want?â Though, he decides to pay attention to the important bits at last. You gulp. Here you go.Â
âNothing, I meanâŚshe just wanted help.â You carefully consider your words. Words that would convince Jimin to help her without talking about the threat. You watch the way Jiminâs expression hardens. Heâs about to say fuck it. You beat him up to it. âListen, Jimin, I think we should help her.â You grip the table with your both hands. Lean forward. Jimin furrows, mouth forming a circle.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Questions in pure disbelief.Â
âI know you said that sheâll come up with another way but apparently there is no other way. SheâumâŚshe looked so sick andâand we canât just let it happen, can we?âÂ
âWhat are you suggesting?â Jimin doesnât acknowledge your ramble fully as he eyes you suspiciously.Â
âIââ You are starting to tremble. You donât know how to say it. A way to make it sound less crazy and ridiculous. âI mean we canâcan just talk with her father andââÂ
âHoly fuck, Lil!â Jimin barks out a laugh. Not amused. No. Just in pure disbelief. As if he wants this to be a joke. âDo you even hear what youâre saying?âÂ
âI knowâŚâ You almost stand up in your desperation. âI know itâs ridiculous and all but what if she really dies, Jimin?âÂ
âShe wonât.âÂ
âHow could you be so sure?âÂ
âSheâs Liya. Sheâll find a way. This is just the easy way for her.âÂ
âBut what if itâs not!â You canât help but raise your voice a bit. âIf she can't find a way and something bad really happens, then itâll be our fault, Jimin. My fault! We at least owe her that.âÂ
âWe donât owe her shit, Lil. And stop saying itâs your fault for fuckâs sake! She wasnât exactly good, was she?âÂ
âShe didnât cheat on you!â You no longer care about people overhearing you. Fuck everyone. It seems Jimin doesnât care either.Â
âAnd what? Is this how you are going to live the rest of your damn life? Our life? Just being guilty over and over again. Weâyou need to let that go! We did what we did and agreed to live with that.â
âI couldâve if I can make sure she lives a peaceful life.â You almost bang the table in frustration. âI would never have a peace of mind if she fucking dies because of me. I canât justââÂ
âWith what did she threaten you with?â Jiminâs question lands out of nowhere, effectively shutting you up. Your eyes widen. All you do is make the mistake of staying silent for zero point one second. Just too surprised to answer right away. Surprised that he figures that out. And when you open your mouth to deny the accusation, it is already too late. Youâve given yourself away.Â
âShe did notââ
âDonât fucking lie to me, Lil.â Jimin snaps. You suck in a shaky breath. Thereâs only so much you could do to prevent yourself from falling into a completely unrelated, unrealistic and childish assumption at his words. You donât know whatâs happening to you. Maybe youâve been on edge for too long, having no way to express your emotions. Or maybe youâve been jealous, letting your mind wander through all the scenarios that would happen once Jimin starts to pretend-dating Liya. Again. Whatever the reason could be, a swirl of green starts to leak into your vision, mixing with the red.Â
âWhy do you think Iâm lying?â You inquire, your voice calming down for the first time. Calm and collected. So calm that sends shivers down your own spine.Â
âBecause, I fucking know her.âÂ
There he goes. The envious green completely obstructs your view. You know you shouldnât. You knew you shouldnât attack on the wrong target. Itâs just the pent up emotions. You need a healthy way to take them out. Not this way. Jimin is not your punching bag. But you canât help it. Canât help the bitter scoff.Â
âGreat!â You stand up abruptly. âThen you shouldnât ask me what she said. You know her anyway. Maybe, you shouldâve stayed with her since you know her so damn well!â You clench your jaw hard so you wonât yell through top of your lungs in the middle of a restaurant. The restaurant that you work at.Â
You are just pathetic. Thereâs no other way to describe how youâre acting right now. Yet you canât care. You ignore the incredulous look Jimin throws your way as you turn around and storm away. You donât bother to look back. Just straight away walk toward the front glass door and barge into the bustling street. If youâre to think it through when your mind is clear, youâll see how stupid you are being. But at the moment, you arenât ready to think and your mind is a jumble of emotions. You see nothing but red. You hear nothing but a white noise. This is the anger you felt last night. The anger you couldnât let out. You want to scream. You wantâ
âWhat the fuck did you say?â You yelp as a tight grip on your arm yanks you around. Your brief lived surprise at the sudden movement turns into another reason to worsen the state of the ugly monster inside you when you meet with Jiminâs eyes. Darkened with anger. That monster starts raging. Clawing at your skin.Â
âI said, you shouldâve stayed with her since you know herââÂ
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â Jimin shakes you by your arm. You canât even consider the fact that youâre outside and people can see you.Â
âWrong with me? I donât know, JiminâŚmaybe, everythingâŚâ Youâre panting like a bull. âYou couldâve been just fine if you stayed with herââÂ
âCould I?â Jimin yells before he catches himself and takes a deep breath. âLilâŚâ Then he mumbles. His tone is much gentler this time.Â
âNo,â You donât let him continue, though. âIâm fucking serious. You couldâve been fine. Everyone safe andâand, of course youâve been together for five years and you know each other so damn well. Maybe I shouldâŚI shouldâŚâ You bite back your words. Not knowing what you are going to say. Yet even without the knowledge of what your next words are going to be, you feel your heart clenches painfully. âIââ
âDonât.â Jimin forgets about staying calm. He yells so loud that few passersby stop to glance at you. In disgust. âDonât even fucking think about it. Donât do it.â He yanks you forward, closer to him. âDonât ever try to push me away, Lil. Not even for my sake.â He grips your other arm as well. Tight. âBecuase nothingâs gonna be solved. If anything, Iâd be just so miserable without you. Iâve said this once but Iâll say it again, Spring Roll, it wasnât your fault. Maybe, I did it the wrong way but weâLiya and I wouldnât have lasted anyway. It wasnât you. And, her painâthis situation is not your fault either⌠trust me. Sheâs just trying to get revenge. Attack you. The person who she thinks ruined her life. If sheâs really capable of doing what sheâs saying sheâll do, then she would be threatening me, Lil, not you. Do you hear me?â Another tight shake.
You blink at Jiminâs face. The storm of emotions in your body suddenly drains into something heavy. Heavy as you realize what you were about to say a minute ago. What were you thinking? Jimin is right. What is wrong with you? How? How could you even think about something like pushing him away. He is your Jimin. Oh, you canât breathe. This time not because of anger, though. Your heart becomes so heavy that you find it impossible not to tear up. Then Jiminâs words make it worse. Worse and worse.Â
âYou need to stop thinking that everything is your fault, baby. Stop thinking you can fix everything. Iâwe went through this already, Lil. You were supposed to tell me. You were supposed to let me know when something bad happens. I donât like to be in bed, getting ready to sleep while someone is fucking threatening the woman I love. You said you wouldnât lie to me again. You saidââ
âBut she promised to ruin the new launch, what was I supposed to do, Jimin. I was soâsoâŚIââ Your voice cracks, making it impossible for anyone to understand what youâre babbling. âSheâsheââ You try again. Steadying your voice with all your might. âShe said sheâll let people know that her father funded your business.âÂ
âSo what?â Jimin blurts. Evidently, not seeing the bigger picture.Â
âShe said sheâll make you look asâas you used her and then dumped herâŚâ From there the words finally begin to flow out. You start reciting every word of Kim Liya as if youâre living in the exact moment. Tears finally starting to roll down. You donât stop until you let it all out. Shaking but strangely feeling calm after youâve poured everything out. âI donât want you or anyone else to go through this shit again, Jimin.â You turn your head down, keeping your gaze at Jiminâs feet. His Chelsea boots. âNot again. You only just figured things out and about to get it done⌠finally⌠and-and this would send us back to square one.â Jimin sighs, then slowly curses. But his grip on you loosens. The next thing you feel his fingers under your chin as he urges you to look back at him.Â
âShe canât do that.â He cups your cheek, slowly rubbing under your eye with his thumb. âI mean she canâŚbut thatâs not just gonna work, Lil. Thoseâd be just baseless lies and I can sue her.âÂ
âYou can sue her but the launch will be ruined already by the time you do that. And whatâs the point of winning the case when youâve lost something youâve worked so hard for?âÂ
âI wonât lose anything. Liya is a smart woman but sheâd been stupid this time. Sheâs not thinking things through. Sheâs in a rush so she chose to threaten you too soon, Lil. She just gave me enough time to prepare.â Jimin shrugs. So nonchalantly that you suddenly feel really stupid. Thatâs it? You were just being paranoid?
âButâbutââ
âBaby,â Jimin grabs your face with both of his palms. Peers into your eyes. âItâs going to be fine.â He kisses the tip of your nose. âIâm not gonna just sit back and watch her ruin it. If she can play, then I can play too. See this is why you should just tell me when someone thinks they can blackmail you,â He furrows for a second. Then sighs. âPlease donât keep me out, Lil. NothingâŚno one is worth to me than you are. I really donât give a fuck. So, donât ever try to bring something in between. Iâm not asking you, okay?â A small smile appears on his lips. âIâm telling you. Donât do that. Itâs not gonna work, anyway. I wonât let you go even if you tell me youâd cut my dick off. You. are. stuck, baby. Just tell me when something like that happens, okay. No one is worth being apart from you or fighting with you. Donât waste our time together for otherâs sake, Lil, because even if I have a lifetime with you that wonât be enough.âÂ
You close your eyes, trying to compose yourself. Then a simple nod. âI know, Iâm sorry.â You croak. Then smile. Genuine this time. âBut for your information Mister, Iâm still so happy to be stuck with you and Iâm so grateful that you wonât let me go, even if that puts your dick in danger.â
Jimin snorts. âYes, that should mean a lot.â Your smile widens. Oh, you are such an idiot. You shouldnât have met her in the first place and then you shouldnât have let her play you that way. Both are stupid moves but nothing would match the fact that you thought about pushing Jimin away. How stupid to think that youâll survive it. You wonât. You know you wonât. Maybe Jimin is bluffing. Maybe thereâs a risk that Liyaâs plan might work and it would fuck up there launch and the company but in the end there will be you and him.Â
That will be more than enough.Â
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You wave goodbye to J as she reverses the car after dropping you off. Youâve been surprised when J invited you for shopping, claiming she wants a female friend to accompany her and Yoona was too busy with her adult life. So you said yes. Simply because it would give you the much needed distraction from the latest events of your life. Despite Jiminâs words, Liya's threat still rings in the back of your head. Youâre still expecting to see a huge blow out on every media every morning when you wake up. So far, that hasnât happened. Everything seems to be calm and collected, though, it doesnât sit right with you.Â
Your trip to the mall with J has worked miracles. You have actually enjoyed gossiping with a girl and squealing at pretty dresses. And of course, trying them on. Except most of em didnât look good on you. Or so you think. Jimin, on the other hand, has demanded you buy every piece you tried on and sent him pictures of. According to him, the little bump which is barely visible is the hottest thing in the world.Â
Bullshit!
âThe baby is going to be a girl, bish⌠trust me! Make Jimin buy you that damn doll house, itâs cute!â J yells before she finally pulls the car away. You only chuckle since she doesnât give you enough time to answer her before she drives off. You shake your head. Somehow most of your friends are convinced your baby is going to be a girl. You and Jimin haven't decided whether you want to know the gender before the birth. Maybe you should. You turn around after J disappears and start walking toward the stairs. God, you really feel relaxed. Alive. Fresh. A long shower and a movie will definitely complete this day. With that in mind, you run up through stairs. Open the door, almost yelling your arrival to Jungkook when he steals your chance. Just as you step through the door, Jungkook charges in, making you take a surprised step back.Â
âOh hiââ You start excitedly just to swallow down your words when you notice his expression. Grim. Pissed. Brows pulled together. Glaring.Â
Fuck! Jungkook is glaring at you. He never glares at you. Something is not right!
âWhat hapââ You take a cautious step forward. But pause when he lashes out.Â
âDid Liya threaten you?âÂ
Oh!
Your eyes widen in surprise. Itâs not that you intentionally hid it from Jungkook. At first, you had to keep it a secret because thatâs what you were supposed to do. Then after you sorted it out with Jimin you still didnât feel like letting people know before you became sure that Liya wonât be doing anything. You had planned to let him know. Just didnât know when.Â
âHow did youââÂ
âDoes it matter?â Jungkook barks. Not letting you ask a single thing. âShe threatened you just outside my door and you didnât think of letting me know?â He scoffs. You furrow in confusion, clearly not getting why heâs so mad. Sure, you knew he wouldnât be the happiest to know that Liya has threatened you. Especially after he asked you not to meet her. But this? This feels ridiculous. Jungkook looks furious. No, waitâŚhe looks hurt.Â
âKookâŚâ You try again. This time your words trail off when your eyes land on a second figure that appears around the corner. Wearing a grim but guilty expression. Taehyung. Suddenly, you know how Jungkook learned about the threat. Taehyung sighs.Â
âLi, Iâm so sorry, I didnât know you havenâtââÂ
âWhy would you be sorry?â Jungkook cuts Taehyung off. âYou did me a favor, actually.â He turns around and starts walking inside. You look at Taehyung dumbly. He rubs his face in frustration.Â
âListen Jungkookââ Taehyung follows Jungkook just to be stopped mid way when Jungkook spins around suddenly, nearly sending Taehyung hurling back.Â
âDonât, Hyung.â Jungkook glances at you over Taehyungâs shoulder. âPlease leave.â Adds. Almost turns around again but this time you snap.Â
âOkay, what the fuck!â You throw your bag away and stride toward Jungkook. âWhat the hell is going on, Jungkook? Liya threatened me and of course I couldnât tell you. I couldnât tell anyoneââÂ
âYeah like nobody else knows about it?â Jungkook pushes Taehyung to the side. Taehyungâs attempts to stop him turns out to be null. Jungkook closes the distance between you, saving you the trouble of walking up to him. You sigh in exasperation. Why is he acting like a kid?
âWell I had to tell Jimin for obvious reasons and he mustâve toldââÂ
âOh for fuckâs sake! Stop bullshiting, Noona! You just chose not to tell me.â
âThatâs notââ
âJust like you chose not to tell me that youâll be moving out soon!âÂ
You close your mouth shut. Then reopen it. His words hit you like a lightning strike. You feel your head vibrate for a second, your lungs getting vacated of any air. Your eyes shift to Taehyung, whoâs standing there looking like heâs about to faint. So pale and guilty.Â
âFuck.â He mutters. âLi, IâmâŚâ He tries but you pay your attention back to Jungkook. Your head keeps throbbing and the silence that follows after Jungkookâs words stretches and wraps around you like a vein full of thorns.Â
Fuck! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!
Jungkook just glares at you. No. No. Heâs not glaring, heâs just looking. Eyes full of pain. You swear you can see a sheen in his eyes. He looks betrayed. No! God noâŚYou didnât mean to. Your heart crumples.Â
âJungkook.â You take a step forward, not knowing what to say. It wouldn't have mattered even if you knew what to say as Jungkook obviously doesnât want to hear it. You wouldâve preferred it if he had slapped you than the way he immediately takes a step away from you. As if you disgust him.Â
âDid you ever intend to tell me?â He asks after a second. âOr did you just plan to disappear one day?âÂ
âOf course not! I justâ-I justââ
âYou just what, Noona?â Jungkook chuckles. But that sound comes out very wet. Like heâs about to tear up any minute. âSince when do you plan to do it?âÂ
âJungkook.âÂ
âJust answer me!â He screams.Â
âSince we knew Iâm pregnant!â So you do too.Â
This time Jungkook laughs. A fully blown laughter. âOf course. Course, you planned this for a whole month behind my back. And you're telling me you have an excuse?â Jungkook at last takes a step toward you. His expression warring between anger and hurt. âWhatâs your excuse, Noona? You just didnât want to tell me?â
âKookie, pleaseâŚâ Your throat is tightening up, eyes welling with tears. Damn this! You just need a moment to tell him the reason but your words fall in deaf ears.Â
âYou didnât think Iâm important enough to let me know?â He keeps going. Every single word of him cutting through you like a sharp blade. âAm I that insignificant you just decided you can walk in and out of my life like Iâm fucking nothing? Am IââÂ
âThatâs because I knew you fucking liked me and I didnât know how to tell you without breaking your heart!!â You couldnât take it anymore. His sharp jabs. His accusations. You scream through the top of your lungs, allowing your tears to free fall as you do. Everything falls into silence. Jungkook gapes at you. Taehyung slowly exhales. âI knew you liked me and IâI knew you wouldnât take the news well. You didnât take the news of the baby well. I didnât know howââ
âSo, you knew I liked you but you kept that as a secret too?â Jungkook regains his wits. This time you canât actually decide if heâs hurt or not. He looks amused. Scary. That look is. âYou knew all along but pretended like you didnât?â
âWhat?âÂ
âWas it fun?â He smiles. âWas it fun having me following you around like a love sick puppy? Is that why you just let it happen? It should be right? You mustâve felt fucking powerful knowing Iâd fucking die for you, so played me? WowâŚYou did great!âÂ
NonononoâŚ.Â
You donât know what to say. You donât know what to do. It hurts. It hurts everywhere. Heâs making the worst kind of assumptions but can you blame him?Â
âNo, JungkookâŚI was just scared. I was scared of breaking your heart. I was scared that youâll just push me away. I was so scared toâto lose you.â You exhale shakily.Â
âYouâre so damn selfish, Noona. So fucking selfish.â Jungkook shakes his head. That amused smile still on his lips as he starts walking past you. You act on instincts. Your brain warns you of the loss about to happen. You jump forward and grab his hand.Â
âNo, please listen.âÂ
âFucking let me be. What else do you want?â Jungkook shakes off your grip so roughly you almost fall backward. Itâs Taheyungâs arms that saves you. Jungkook doesnât even look back. He just makes it toward the front door and disappears through it. The door closes behind him with a loud thud.Â
âNoâŚ.nononoâŚâ You rush to follow him. You canât just let him go and think that you did this to him on purpose. You have to tell him why you did that. You know youâre selfish but you have to talk with him. Yet your attempt at walking fails when Taehyung holds you tightly.Â
âLet him be, Li.â He mumbles in your ear. You donât really hear him. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean this to happen.â He continues. Oh, you donât care. You just want to go after Jungkook. You try again, making Taehyung spin you around to face him. âNo, Li. Listen to meâŚHey! Look at me.â He grabs your shoulders. âJust give him a moment, yeah? You will make it worse if you go after him right now. Okay?â He raises his brows, giving you a gentle shake.Â
âI was meant to tell him.â You ignore whatever he is saying as you break down. Sobs after ugly sobs leaving you. Taehyung sighs, placing a hand behind your head and pulling you into a warm hug.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry I ruined it. Iâm so sorry, LiâŚthis happened because of me. I just panicked when I heard Liya threatened you and Jimin is a stupid so I wanted to talk to you. I didnât know you hadn't mentioned anything to him. Iâm so sorry.â Taehyung rambles while swaying you gently. Patting the back of your head. Honestly, you donât care why he did it or if it's his fault. Itâs not his fault anyway. Itâs yours. You ruined this. Taehyung is as innocent as Jungkook is. So you just nod to let him know itâs fine. âIâll do whatever I can, okay. Iâm so sorry.â He keeps apologizing and you just let him. Until you finally pull it together and manage to tell him that itâs not his fault and assure him that itâs okay to leave you alone.Â
Because you want to be alone.
You deserve to be left alone.Â
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Your phone shows the time as 2 am in the morning. You havenât slept a blink. Havenât even tried to be honest. A long shower and a meal that you took just because you had toâbecuase you had to think of the babyâhadnât done anything to make you any better. Hence why youâre sitting on the foot of the couch. Feeling extremely exhausted but not wanting to go to bed. Jungkook hasnât come home yet after he just stormed away earlier. You have tried calling him and had text him many times asking his whereabouts but he hasnât answered to any of them. Youâre getting worried now. Youâve even tried calling J and Namjoon assuming he was with them but they havenât gotten back to you either.Â
Your phone screen is full with texts but all from Jimin and Taehyung. Youâve asked Jimin not to come over as you wanted to be left alone and wanted to talk to Jungkook alone whenever you get the chance. Surprisingly, Jimin has agreed. Still, heâs been sending you texts every five minutes asking how youâre doing. You ignore his texts not feeling like replying. You do the same to Taehyung. He is still apologizing with shit ton of stickers thatâs making you annoyed now.Â
You sigh, throwing your phone away and glance at the ceiling. You know you deserve it but it doesnât make it any less hurt. Curling your arms around your knees you briefly close your eyes. Just to shoot them open again in panic when you hear the door lock clicking. You waste no time scrambling into your feet just as Jungkook walks in. More like stumbling in. A sharp breath fills your lungs while you watch with wide eyes as Jungkook sways forward, moving in a crooked line.Â
He stops when his eyes land on you. His face beams. Earlier anger is nowhere to be seen. Almost as if the events that happened a mere hours ago was just a hallucination of your mind. Like heâs never left the house raging with anger. Creening with pain. Almost though. You couldâve believed it yourself if it wasnât for the way he canât even stand straight. How heâs ready to kiss the floor any minute.Â
Heâs drunk! So drunk! Youâve never seen him this drunk before.
âJungkook.â You breathe.Â
âNoona!â He exclaims. Walks toward you, bumping into anything solid in his way. âWhat are-are you doâŚing up? You waâŚited for me?â Questions as he comes closer to you. The rotten smell of whisky greets your nostrils making you nauseous. You force it to go away. He grabs your face. âAw, youâre soâŚso-goodto me, arenât you? You shouldnât have stayedââ A tiny hiccup interrupts him. He furrows as if he can physically see the annoying thing thatâs interrupting him. âBad for the baââ Hiccup. âFuck! Baby.â He nods. Agreeing with himself.Â
You place your hands on top of him. âI was just worried. Where were you?â You will yourself not to cry. Itâs hard though. Hard when heâs looking so wrecked. Youâve done this.Â
âDrinking.â Jungkook gives you a lopsided smile. Then it vanishes. âHad to drink causeââ His voice cracks. Here you go again. You fail to keep your sight clear. It blurs immediately at his words. âCuase I waâŚs-sadâŚI was sad, Noona. Fuck!â He chokes. âGod this hurtsâŚâ He rests his forehead against you. You donât think it would ever be possible to feel this much pain again. Your heart crumples so bad that youâre simply helpless. Your heart aches for him. You never wanted this to happen. This is what you were scared of. Breaking Jeon Jungkook. But in the end it is inevitable.Â
âI know,â You give his hands a squeeze. Emotions clogging your throat that even your head starts throbbing. âI know cause it hurts me tooâŚâ You blink, giving the tears a chance to fall down.Â
âIt does?â Jungkook asks. Gosh, it really sounds like a genuine question. Like he really believes you donât give a fuck.Â
âOf course, it does, Kookie. IâI donât know what youâre thinking butâŚbutâŚâ You trail off, not knowing what to say. Where to begin. Should you even do this now? Heâs drunk. Will he even remember this coming morning? âIâm sorry. I really am sorry, Jungkook,â Yet you do it anyway. No more excuses. Youâve already broken him. In the worst way possible. Jungkook shakes his head. You peer at his glassy eyes through your wet lashes. âI know Iâm so fucking selfish. Iâm so selfish to wanting to keep youââ
âNo, donât s-say thatâŚâ Jungkook interrupts you. Still shaking his head. âYouâre not selfish.âÂ
There heâs doing it again!
âNo, Jungkookââ
âYouâre not, Noona. You know I didnât mean it right? I didnât mean it when I said that earlier. I was just hurt and mad,â He keeps resting his forehead against you. His whisky laced breath fanning against your face. âNo. I was scared too. I was hurt you didnât tell me before but I was more scared, Noona. Just like you.â His fingers press into your skin. Desperate. âI was scared youâll just leaveâŚfuck! Donât leave please!âÂ
âFor fuckâs sake JungkookâŚâ You sob. Loud. This is worse. Maybe you can take his harsh words. This? You hold on to his hands so hard. âDonât say thatâŚâÂ
âIâŚâ Jungkook doesnât care about what youâre saying. Youâre not sure heâs even hearing you. âIâm so glad you didnât tell me, NoonaâŚâÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âSo glad you kept it a secret because you were scared of losing me. It makes me happy. Makes me feel important to you. Important enough that you canât lose me.â
âYou are important, Kook. You areâŚâ You canât stop crying. Now he canât either. His tears mingle with your own.Â
âMakes it feel like you love meâŚâ Jungkook sighs. Closes his eyes. âIâm glad you wanted to keep me. I donât care in what way. A friend? Itâs fine. Iâll take it. Iâm just so glad you did itâŚSo donât say sorry for doing it. Donât tell me you regret it.âÂ
Dear God, you donât know what to do. Why is he like this?Â
âBuâbutâŚâ You start.Â
âPlease donât. If youâre selfish then Iâm worse. I shouldâve confessed to you. But I didnât. Not be-because I was scared of rejection. God, I knew youâll reject me, but I was scared that itâll make you go away from my life forever. So, donât, Noona. Please donât. â Jungkook begs. Oh, itâs a sweet temptation. An easy way out. Youâve been taking easy way outs for too long though. Heâs hurt and he wants an easy way out too. Heâs drunk too. But youâre not. You have to choose the hard way.Â
âBut itâs so fucked up, Jungkook.â So you pull your shit together. Not trying to pull away from him but keeping your voice steady. âItâs not fair to you. You need to have your own life. Trust me I never enjoyed keeping you away from a part of your life. I didnât. I justâI know you wonât believe me but I really do love you, Kookieââ
âNonononoâŚ.â Jungkook whimpers. Like a kicked puppy. âDonât say it. Donât say you love me, and then you love him moreâŚIâI do-donât wanna hear it. I donât care, Noona. I donât give a fuck. Fair or not. Just donât leave. I donât know how itâd be without you. I know I get mad sometimes and I give you a hard timeâŚI know I got mad when you said you wanna have the baby. Iâm so sorry. Iâm sorry, babyâŚâ
âJungkook please donâtââ
âJimin can live here too, you know.â He suddenly pulls away from you, sniffling. âI knâŚow I donât like him but I canâŚumâŚtolerate him. Yeah.â A series of firm nods. âI totally can. Just donât fuck in front of me, that would be awful. Itâll hurt so bad and, andââ
âJungkookâŚJungkook.. Hey!â You lace your fingers together. You have to ground him. Heâs visibly losing it. âListen to me, okay?âÂ
âNo, I donât wanna listen, I just want you to listen to me.â He brings both your hands up to his lips. You shudder at the feeling of his wet lips on your skin. A gentle kiss. Then another. âJust donât leave. I donât want to be alone. Promise I wonât bother you. Iâll justâjustâŚâ He keeps your hands pressed into his lips. Your body is trembling with sobs. You want to console him. You want someone to teach you how to do it.Â
âKookieâŚâ You drag in a shaky breath. âYou know I canât do that.âÂ
âBut you can. Why canât you? Please...â He rests his forehead against your hands this time. Youâre scared heâll fall into his knees. âI donât want anything else. You donât have to love me. I know youâll never love me.â Then he pauses. His eyes open wide as he regards you curiously. As if he just saw you standing here. âWill you?â Then blurts. âWould you love me if it wasnât for Jimin? Would it have been me if you woke up in my bed? Would youâwould you have chosen me if I got to you first? What if we meet in another life? Will you choose me?âÂ
You bite your lower lip to stop the trembling. His questions get you going still for a second. Oh, how selfish the questions are. How unfair? How rude? How are you ever gonna answer it? Because you canât imagine a life without Jimin. This or in another. So, you just gape at Jungkook. Helpless.Â
âCâmonâŚâ Jungkook breaks. âLie at least. Lie to me, Noona. Say you will!âÂ
âIâm so sorry!â You free your hands from his grip so you can throw them around his neck. âIâm so sorry, Kookie. Iâm so fucking sorry.â He lets you do what you want. Simply hides his face in your neck, though it makes him bends down.Â
âYouâre so mean, Noona. So, fucking mean,â His tears wet your neck. Still you hold him close, tangling your fingers in his hair.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry.â You say the only thing you know.Â
âI donât even know why I love you when youâre such a mean person.â Jungkook keeps sobbing into you. You sob harder than him. There is the word. Love. Finally an acknowledgment. You tighten your grip on his hair. Apologize again. Again and again. Until you feel dizzy. Until you canât hold Jungkook in place anymore. Until he becomes too heavy. Thatâs only when you slowly withdraw from him, peering at his puffy face.
âLetâs talk in the morning, hm?â You wipe down his face with your palms.Â
âTalk what? Youâll still move out.âÂ
âI have to.âÂ
âYou donât,â Jungkookâs tears freshen. You jump to catch them before they fall.Â
âI do, Jungkook. I have to. Iâm pregnant. We canât keep living like this. Youââ You gulp. âCanât live like this. You need your own life.â
âYou are my life.â
âYouâll move on. Trust me.â You caress his cheek, fighting yourself not to cry again. âEven though you donât want to hear this, I do love you, KookieâŚI love you in my own way. And I hate when youâre in pain. I want you to be happy.â Jungkook tries to protest but you donât let him. âAnd I want to be a part of your life. I want to be able to walk in this house or anywhere else you chose to live like I do now. Even if youâve found your person. I want to be their best friend. IâI want you to visit me even if youâll fight with Jimin all the time. I donât want to lose you. Donât ever say youâre not important, Jungkook. Youâre so important to me that I chose to hurt both of us just to keep you. But thisâthis isnât gonna do us any good. I want you to be happy. I know youâre not in a shape to think things through right now. Letâs head to bed now, huh? Letâs talk in the morning?â You wait for his refusal. Surprisingly, though he nods.Â
Just a nod and you find yourself taking care of Jungkook. He shows no protests as you help him change his clothes, brush his teeth, wash his face and tuck him in his bed. He doesnât even say anything until the moment youâre finally about to leave him alone.Â
âWeâll do all that, you know?â Jungkook peers at you through red rimmed, puffy eyes. He looks adorable tucked in the bed. Just his head visible to you. Then he ruins it by taking his hand out to hold yours.Â
âDo what?â You ask softly.Â
âIâll keep being in your life. Even if you move out because I donât know how to live without my alien.â You chuckle softly at that. âIf you canât stay with me here, then Iâm unofficially moving in with you. Jimin can fuck off. Iâm gonna keep loving youââÂ
âJungââÂ
âNo, Noona. You canât do anything about it. Itâs just my choice.â
âAnd that choice will hurt you.â
âI donât care. I will love you until I canât anymore. If I find someone else and move in, then thatâd be my choice as well. Donât worry, Iâm not gonna cause you any problems. Iâll be just there. Promise me youâll be there too. Like you always had. Call me Kookie. Fight with me. Laugh with me. Like we always do.â You just smile at him. Full of sorrow. Oh, your Jeon Jungkook. You donât know how to make him understand. Your sweet Jungkook. Your stubborn Jungkook.Â
âYouâre an idiot.â You say with a cracked voice.Â
âI know.â He smiles. That adorable smile. His pearly white teeth on display and his black eyes glinting. âAnd Iâm gonna love this baby too.â He shifts in his position. Wiggling around like a worm until he manages to come closer to your stomach and he gently presses his hand to your tiny bump. Come to think of it, Jungkook has never petted your tummy. Hell, even Taehyung had. You never thought much of it but maybe it was because it hurt him. You blink back your tears, not wanting to cry again. Youâre already exhausted as it is. âI was so jealous, Noona. So jealous that she wasnât mine.â He caresses your tummy softly. So he thinks it's a girl too. Youâre too hurt to argue though. So, you just place your hand atop his. âI was hurt. I still donât want to let you go but if this is all I get, Iâll take it. Tell me youâll be the same. Want you to promise, Noona.âÂ
You just nod. No promises. Itâs too much. Feel easy but easy should mean selfish.Â
âPlease.â Jungkook apparently has no mercy on you. âPlease, Noona. You said you love me.â
Oh, this stupid littleâŚ. âI promise. Happy?â You glare at him. He stays unphased by it. Just smiles. Happy. Nods. Then goes back to lay down on the bed normally. Closes his eyes looking contended.Â
âI love you.âÂ
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
You stare at particularly nothing as Jimin pats your hair gently with a towel. Itâs been a week since the debacle with Jungkook. Staying true to his drunken ramblesâwhich you expected heâd forgotten but he hadnât, he started acting like youâre all good. But this time, you werenât confused as to what he was doing. You knew. You knew he was hanging onto a thread of hope desperately. If he acts like everything normal, then youâd stay. Jungkook is an idiot. And surprisingly amazing. You donât know how someone could persistently love another when they clearly know the ending will always be painful. He knows youâll never be his. Still, he chooses to love you.Â
Not fair!
Not fair!
Not fair at all!
âSpring Roll?â Jimin stops patting your wet hair. âWhatâs going inside your head? Still Jungkook?âÂ
You sigh. âI donât feel good, Jimin. You know, it feels like Iâm doing something wrong. I should move out quickly. I feel like Iâm making it worse.âÂ
âHe is not a kid, Lil. Iâm pretty sure he knows what heâs doing.âÂ
âHe is acting like nothing happened and that is scary.âÂ
âMaybe thatâs how he copes. Donât go so hard on him.âÂ
You turn your head around so fast that your neck cracks. âGosh I still canât wrap my head around this new Jimin. Like how come youâre so understanding and not jealous.âÂ
âI can be jealous when I want to, baby.â He crunches his eyes. Adorable. âBut câmon, Iâm going to be a dad. I have to be mature.âÂ
âYou mean act matured?âÂ
âYes. Act matured.â
You both fall into a fit of giggles. But it lasts too short when Jiminâs phone starts ringing.Â
âShit, itâs Jin Hyung.â He lets you know as an excuse why he has to take it. You simply nod and turn back around. Jimin doing his best to dry your hair with one hand. Youâve been on apartment inspections today and spilled coffee all over you. Hence the shower. At his place. This wonât be his place soon. Youâll be moving out the moment you find the right place. You sigh and rest your head on his knee. Youâre sitting on the floor. He is on the couch. âYes, Hyung. You can go ahead with it.â Jimin says to Jin over the phone. You keep one ear on the conversation.Â
The days have passed too fast. The week Liya gave you had already finished but nothingâabosolutely nothing has happened. Which is weird. Judging by the way Taehyung was panicking the day he came looking for you and accidentally spilled it all to Jungkook, you know the matter wasnât as simple as Jimin let you know. Yet somehow, everything remains calm. The launch is still happening within the period of two and a half months. You try not to think too hard. Instead youâve done your best to come up with an idea for a pitch which you have to hand over to Jin next week. You have a few more days to go but still got nothing. Youâre fucked up. Maybe you should just give up.Â
âNo, Hyung. We have no time for that. Ask Hobi Hyung to go through with the premier.â Jiminâs tone gets a pitch higher. Your ears perk up. Youâve never heard him talking sternly to his friends. Argue? Yes. Yelling? Sometimes yes. But heâd never used his CEO voice on them. Well, you havenât heard him use that voice ever. âI donât care Hyung. Weâre going through this.â Jiminâs hand pauses patting your hair dry. He sounds frustrated. âAnd what do you mean we still have no solid concept for visuals?â This time you freeze. Are they talking about the visuals you should be working on right now? âI need to see em next week. Noânope, thatâs it. Weâre doing this according to the plan.âÂ
Wow! You turn your head slightly to witness the frown between his brows. Youâve seen him work but not bossing around. Not this way at least. Not when heâs actually talking about work. AndâŚisnât it hot? Your teeth sink into your bottom lip unconsciously. It is hot.Â
âGet it done, Hyung.âÂ
Damn. Fuck he is good at his job. You feel a tiny tingle spread across your body.Â
âAnd make sure you organize that meeting.âÂ
Okay, fuck! You would let him fuck you for hours without no mercy.Â
Holy hell, whatâs wrong with you!
Maybe nothing. Youâre just a pregnant woman who finds everything about your man attractive. Maybe that is completely normal. And maybe you should do something about it. A smirk cracks on your face as you slowly turn around. Going on to your knees between his legs. Jiminâs attention falls back on you. Just curious. Not suspecting.Â
âPut on Taehyung for me.â He asks Jin as he raises a brow at you, questioning. You smile. Evil. Shake your head. âTaeâfuck!â Whatever he was going to say to Taehyung turns into an ugly curse when you lower your face to his crotch. Shamelessly. Your smirk widens when you hear Taehyungâs muffled voice from the other side of the call. You canât hear what he says but he sure doesnât sound happy. Jimin uses his free hand to pull your head up with your wet hair locks. âNo, not you Tae. I just-just stubbed my toe.â He lies to his best friend and gives you a look. In warning. You huff and make your way to untangle your hair from his grip. You give him an annoyed look before going back to rub your face in his crotch, a shiver runs through your body at how fast you feel him getting hard. âYes.â Jimin says to Taehyung, his hand coming back to your hair. You keep rubbing your face on his hardened member, over his black sacks.Â
âYe-yes, Tae..You can.â He stutters. You raise your head a little bit to see his brows furrowed, eyes boring holes on your skull and mouth a little agape. Youâre getting to him so well. Canât blame you for wanting to do more. You keep your eyes on him as you start peppering kisses on his now hardened member, straining against the pants. âN-NoâŚcourse not. Make sure you fi-fix that.â With a stutter he still manages to talk rationally. Well, you canât have that now, can you? Determined to have him completely ruined, you press your face again into his crotch. âFucking hellâŚâ It works. Jimin curses softly under his breath. But of course Taehyung hears that too. This time you hear his response as Jimin pulls away the phone from his ear and brings it into his lap.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing, dude? Stubbed your toe again?âÂ
You hide a smirk, raising your brow at Jimin as he stares at you in utter bewilderment. You sign at him to get back to his call. He puts it on the speaker
âNo⌠spilled my coffee." Jimin lies through his teeth again. You go back to continue your work. Kisses. Rubs. Kisses. Rubs. Until you grow tired of it and decide itâs time to do more. You donât wait for any permission as you start to unbutton his slacks. A fire running down your every nerve and making you bold as a devil.Â
âReally?â Taehyung questions. Before Jimin can answer though Jin butts in.Â
âI swear to god, if youâre having sex while on call with us Jiminââ
âYou should turn on the camera andââ Taehyung cuts off Jin.Â
âOh shut the fuck up!â Jin bellows and you think you hear a smacking sound followed by an annoyed growl from Taehyung. âIâm going to kill you, Park Jimin.â Jin continues his earlier threat.Â
âHell, Hyung no one is having seââ You choose that exact moment where Jimin is trying to defend himself to free his pretty, already hardened cock out of his slacks and wrap your lips tightly around his tip. âFuck! SexâŚâ Jiminâs hips buck up, thrusting into your mouth involuntarily. You use his cock in your mouth to muffle the desperate moan that slips out from you.Â
âOkay! Thatâs it. Iâm hanging up.â Jin shuffles around.Â
You peer at Jimin, shaking your head. A silent request not to finish the call. Whereâs the fun if they hang up. You want Jimin at your mercy, which happens very rarely. You want to see him struggle. Want to see him losing his senses.Â
âHyung, hyungâŚâ Jimin jumps in, surprising you. After all, you donât expect him to follow what you want him to do. Itâs just easy. Hang up the call if he wants. Youâll continue this anyway. But he doesnât. âLil distracted me. Sorry about that. Where were we?â He falls back into the important business talk they were having. You smile around him. Jin protests for a few more seconds, thoroughly convinced that something fishy is going on. Yet after Jimin almost snaps at him they start to talk about the matter at hand ignoring Taehyungâs pestering.Â
Or at least Jin does because every time you avert your eyes at Jimin heâs looking at you. Mouth hanging open. Breathing getting ragged. Teeth sinking on to his plump bottom lip so he wouldnât make it obvious to his friends. One of his hands has come to tangle on your hair. He doesnât push you, nor does he stop you. Just let you do whatever you want. So you do that. Swirling your tongue around his tip, taking him deep down your throat and keeping him warm and nice. Sucking him off like your life depends on it. Playing with his balls. Even pulling him out just so you can show him how soaked he is with your saliva. How he has ruined your face. Tears running down and spit pooling on your chin and trickling down. Just to put him back in your mouth after giving him hundred kitty licks all across his throbbing cock. Youâre sure you can go forever like this. Not even the pain in your knees is registering in your mind. And every time Jimin has to answer a question or give his opinion you get this insane urge to do even better.Â
âHalf of the media are gonna be there because of your scandal, not because of the launch.â Jin mindlessly expresses as Jiminâs grip on your hair tightens as you start sucking on his tip. His head falls back on the back rest. He grits his teeth. âJimin?â Jin suddenly yells, making you jump on your spot and Jimin sits straight back up.Â
âWhat?â He bellows. Completely disoriented.Â
âThis is really suspicious.â Taehyng butts in again. âVery unlike the Park Jimin I know. I mean the CEO Park Jimin. The Park Jimin I knew back on college howeverââÂ
âShut up Tae! I was listening.â Jimin snaps.Â
âOkay, what did I tell you just now?â Jin rustles some papers on the other side of the call, making it annoyingly loud.Â
âThat people are going to be there because of my scandal.â Jiminâs eyes fall back on you. You havenât pulled him out of your mouth yet. And heâs still hard as a steel. He gives you a look thatâs clearly asking or begging you to keep going. So, you do. This time harder. Sucking him into your mouth. Jimin bucks his hips up, hissing slightly. âWhich is good, Hyung. Sometimes, negative publicity can bring money too.â He manages to say to Jin at the same time. You stop sucking him momentarily. Hurt. Disappointed. You thought you had him completely at your mercy. Thought he was losing his mind inside your mouth. But he was listening to Jin? And he can think coherently?
Now, you absolutely canât have that. Youâll have to change it. Change is exactly what you do. You fall back to sucking him. Into a familiar rhythm. Reading every expression of his like a book. Even a tiny twitch of his hips and a gentle tug on your hair. You know him. Know when is the exact time you got him to the verge of eruption. So, you work hard to take him there. Slurpring on his twitching cock. Feeling him starting to lose control. Then, just as heâs about to shoot that load in your throat, you pull out.Â
Completely. Just a strand of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Jiminâs entire body goes rigid for a second. Then he closes his eyes in pure agony. The hand he kept on your hair immediately goes to warp around his cock. Yet he doesnât jerk him off, just squeeze himself before opening his eyes, glancing at you. Eyes which are glassy. Beautiful. Looks like sin. Your Park Jimin.Â
You raise a cocky brow at him before standing up. He stares at you in pure bewilderment. Jin and Taehyung are still mindlessly talking about hundred different ways how launch is going to get fucked up. Jimin isnât listening to any of that anymore. Gaping at you like a kid who just got his favourite toy snatched away from him. You smirk. Take a step back. Then another. And another. Until the back of your knees meet the arm chair across the couch. Thatâs when you stop and implement your next plan. You grab the hem of your T-shirt, which is originally his but youâve claimed it as yours. You take the advantage of having nothing underneath the piece of cotton and just pull it over your head, revealing your naked body. Tiny baby bump and all.Â
It should be funny how his eyes darken and breath hitches even though heâs seen you naked countless times by now. Even in non sexual contexts. Yet it happens. Park Jimin almost gets to his feet, as if he just got bewitched. Lost all damn control and forgot his surroundings. Like an animal driven by instincts. The good thing though, you are the one who bewitched him. Youâre the one who casted the spell so you know how to control it. Youâre the one who holds the leash of that animal. So, just a look from you stops him from moving. He sits still. Eyes burning holes on your naked figure as you sit back on the arm chair.Â
âWe need to make sure that theyâŚâÂ
Jinâs voice flows monotonously around the living room, not reaching either of you. Just cutting through the air thatâs filled with anticipation. You keep your eyes on Jimin as you sit comfortably and slowly start to spread your legs. Each one thrown over the arm rest. Jimin closes his eyes slightly before reopening them so hastily as if he canât bear to miss a second of this moment. With a slight tug in a corner of your mouth, you dip your hand between your legs. From there you waste no more time as you start to swirl your fingers over your clit. Moving them over your slit, spreading the wetness all over. Drawing figure eights and doing your utmost best to keep any noises at bay. Your eyes are still on Jimin. Never leaving his fiery gaze. He has started to pump himself. Almost as if heâs doing it even without his own knowledge. As if he doesnât know what heâs doing.Â
Great! Just what you wanted. So, you take it up a step more. You sneak your middle finger inside your dripping entrance. Gasping. And Jimin breaks down. His pretense forgotten. Â
âFucking hell!â He grabs his phone. âIâll call you later guys.â Hangs up the call. Cutting down Taehyung who was probably saying something important. Throws away the phone. The fire in his eyes has reached to a level that it has made his eyes pitch black. The needy look on his face turned into a feverish level. Now he truly looks like an animal. Yet instead of an obedient one, this one might lash upon you anytime. You know you pushed a button too far. So the leash you held drops from your hands. He picks it up. âWell, why did you stop?â Jimin raises a brow, making you realize that you have, indeed, stopped whatever youâve been doing. The finger you pushed inside is just resting there. âKeep going, Love. I was enjoying the show.â Jimin returns to pumping his cock again. You do the same. Pumping your finger inside you. Legs still spread wide, giving him a perfect view of your dripping pussy.Â
âMake it two fingers.â Jimin orders, squeezing his shaft. âStretch it for me, Love.â Adds. Oh, youâve lost control of the situation completely. Silly of you to even think that itâd work. Youâre just a puddle under his gaze. Itâs with a shudder that you comply with him. You force your index finger inside you together with the middle. âLike thatâŚsuch a good girl for me, arenât you, baby?â Jimin picks up his pace. âWanna cum like this?â Asks as he does. âWatching each other?âÂ
You moan in answer, not knowing what you want. Itâd be hot. Cuming while watching him jerk off to you. But then you want him to do more. Touch. Play. Fuck. Yeah definitely that. Fuck you. You need it. âWa-want youâŚâ You croak. Such a flip from your earlier behavior. Jimin chuckles.Â
âYeah? How do you want me?âÂ
âIn-inside me.â You pump your fingers faster. Trying to scratch an itch that you canât reach.Â
âAdd a third finger.â Jimin barks out, ignoring your request. You just do as he says without any further questions.Â
âPlease!â Your back arches. Yet even with three fingers still you seem incapable of reaching what you want.Â
âYou want me inside you?â Jimin slows down the speed heâs playing with his cock. âYou need to be more specific than that, baby. What exactly do you need inside you? My fingers? Tongue?â He stops touching his cock.Â
âCock!â You gasp, clenching around your own fingers. Shameless. Embarrassingly so. Yet youâve stopped caring a long time ago. Jiminâs smirk widens. He gets to his feet slowly. In the grace of the predator reaching its prey. As if scared of the upcoming attack and wanting to keep the beast entertained, you keep moving your fingers inside you relentlessly. Jimin stops once he reaches you. Bends down, placing his hands near your calves on the armrests.Â
âGood girl!â Mumbles. Just an inch away from your face. âUsing your words.â He brings a hand to cradle your cheek. Then he drops the same hand to your inner thighs. âSo good for me.â Keep mumbling. His breath fanning your lips. A silent invitation for you to crush them against him. Only to be failed when he denies you by titling his head back. âPatience.â Clicks his tongue, eyes momentarily dropping down to see the way three fingers of you keep disappearing inside you. âHow do you want my cock, Lil? Here? Want me to just fuck you?â Then asks arrogantly.Â
âWhat do you ha-haveâ fuckâ in your mind?â You do your best to soothe the undying fire inside you. This time he gifts you with a peck.Â
âHmmmâŚletâs seeâŚI have an unfulfilled promise I made to you.â He rubs soothingâwhich are doing exactly opposite of soothingâcircles on your inner thigh. You watch him expectantly, brows furrowed. âSo, I have an image of feeding you my cum in my mind.â You shiver, almost scratching that itch all by yourself. Just at his words. Almost though. What makes you moan and pull your fingers out before you cum is what leaves his mouth next. âWith my mouth.âÂ
âHoly fuck, Jimin!â You pull your fingers out immediately, not wanting to just cum by yourself.Â
âYou like that?â Jimin replaces your fingers. Just graze his forefinger over your sensitive clit, making you shiver. Tremble. All you can muster is a croaked cry. âThat a yes?â He asks again. âWords, Princess. You know I need words.â
âYeâyesâŚ.â You rest your forehead against him. âGod! Fuck yesâŚâ Breathe out.Â
âGood!â He exclaims, flicking his finger back and forth on your nub. âWant me to take you here? OrâŚâ A peck to your lips. âShall we try something new?âÂ
âNew?â You inquire, equally excited and impatient. Honestly, you donât care. Would be just glad even if he takes you right then.Â
âWant me to tie you up?â Jimin pulls away from you, a teasing smirk adorning his lips. Your breath hitches. Excitement and arousal courses through your veins like liquid fire, rendering you speechless and just gasping. You havenât tried that before. Of course you havenât, you had a sex life that was drier than Sahara. Jimin was the first one who had awakened the depraved beast inside you. You donât know if getting tied down is your thing. But youâll never know unless you donât try. Judging by the way your empty hole is clenching around nothing and your body is in literal ablaze, you guess the answer would be a loud yes. Youâre gonna like it. And you canât wait.Â
âPleaseâŚâ You hold on to his wrist. Dearly. As if that would help you find your sanity. Jiminâs smirk morphs into a wide grin. Still amused. Still teasing.Â
âGood girl! Get up!âÂ
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
Jimin secures the silk tie around your wrists. One corner around your wrists and the other on the bed post, leaving you in an awkward angle on the bed but you donât mind that a bit. Too occupied by the hunger inside you. Hunger for him. Hunger thatâs insatiable. Jimin works briskly as he finishes the last knot. He gives a tug at the tie making sure that itâs secured tightly and you have no escape.Â
âTry moving.â He orders. You follow that without a blink, tugging at the restraints keeping you tied to the bed. You only manage to move your hands just an inch before the silk garment stops you. Jimin hums in satisfaction. âWeâll leave your legs untied huh?â He creates space between your bodies so he could rub your legs, already parted and bent for him. You nod absentmindedly. Whatever he wants, youâll be happy with that. âDo you want it rough?â He asks again, completely moving away from you and making you mourn the loss of his warmth. He starts stripping. Removing his clothes one by one. You roam your hungry gaze over his chiseled abs, like youâre seeing him naked for the first time. Will he ever stop making you feel amazed? No. He wonât. Youâll always be a little puddle whenever youâre with him. Youâll always look up at him with wonder in your eyes. âLil?â Jimin calls out, making you snap your eyes to his face from his abs.Â
You moan in answer. No longer registering anything heâs saying but burning in and out. The fact that youâre tied up and at his mercy is doing something dangerous to your body. Or maybe itâs just him. Youâve always been crazy around him. Whatever the reason is youâre already impatient, your desire already pooling between your legs like a broken faucet. Jimin stops removing his clothes for a second and eyes you in wonder. âHoly fuck, youâre already cock drunk. I havenât even done anything yet.â He mumbles in awe.Â
Wrong, heâs done a lot of things to you. You cry out in need. âHurryâŚpleaseâŚâ The restraints dig at your skin as you try to move your hands. Fail. Oh, this is going to be fun.Â
âYeah?â Jimin steps out of his pants, then boxers, standing in front of you in all his glory. âYouâll get it, Princess. But I want to know if youâd want it rough?âÂ
âI always love it rough.â You force yourself to forget the throb of your clit and pay attention.Â
Jimin chuckles. Climbs up on the bed, settling himself back between your thighs. âWhatâs our safe word?â Asks instead of acknowledging your comment. Another moan slips through you before you answer him.Â
âR-red?âÂ
âGood girl!â Jimin places his weight on one arm, using the other to align his throbbing cock with your soppy entrance. âAnd youâll use it if it gets too much, yeah?â Questions again, his eyes boring into yours as he nudges his length against your hole. You nod furiously, once again all the senses leaving your mind. Anticipation bubbling up inside you like a volcano. All you can focus on is the way he is about to enter you. The little teasing nudges heâs giving you. Making you so impatient that your hips start trying to get more friction by bucking up. In vain of course. Jimin curses slowly. âSo fucking needy for me.â He grits. Yet presses his dick inside you a little.Â
âYes! Please⌠more.. Jimin!â Your back arches even at that tiniest of friction.Â
âDammit! Donât do that,â Jimin forces more of him inside you. Stretching you. His length dragging across your sensitive walls. âIâll fucking lose it, Lil. Donât wanna hurt you.âÂ
âYouâllâneânever hurt me anyway.â You stare at his face, hips still involuntarily trying to get more of him. Trying to get him to be buried deeper inside you. Jimin suddenly stops. His hips still. You look at him in alert as he just gapes at you. The dark flurry of lust in his eyes momentarily fading away and leaving a softness thatâs nothing but just pure adoration. He smiles softly.Â
âYeah.. neverâŚâ He admits softly. Then with a shuddering breath pushes his hips forward, bottoming out inside you fully. A sound torn between a moan and a scream escapes you as your arms tugs at the silk tie harshly.Â
âFuck, Jimin!â You gasp, looking at his eyes which have gone back to a dark mist of lust.Â
âPlaning to do just that.â He mostly mumbles to himself before giving you a shallow thrust. âLike that? You want me to fuck you like that?â Asks in a such hoarse voice that your eyes almost roll to the back of your head.Â
âYes, yes, yesâŚâ You whimper mindlessly. âHarder.âÂ
âHarder? Such a needy slut, baby. Arenât you? A needy slut for me?â He picks up speed. âInsatiable.â You donât answer him, getting lost in the pleasure with every thrust. With every graze of his tip over your soft spot. You only moan. Moan and moan. Only a partial word of pleas and begs leaving you as Jimin slowly but surely starts to pound into you. Soon pushing your legs higher up, bending you almost in half. Going to his knees so he could fuck you harder. Deeper. Reaching spots that leave you reeling. Crying.Â
âFuck, noâŚgodâŚâ You babble. Hands already aching to be released. To touch him. Feel him. âWanna touch you. Wanna touch you! Please, please, pleaseâŚâ You try your best to get them free, only causing the tie to dig deeper into your wrists.Â
âToo bad, baby. Youâre not supposed to.â Jimin croaks. âYouâre supposed to just take it, hm.â He reaches one hand to your face. Cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks. âYouâre supposed to be my good slut and take it.â Gives your face a not so gentle shake. âTake it, yeah? Be good. Keep your eyes open. On me.â Commands. Starts driving into you even harder if itâs possible. âAnd youâre supposed to cum hard on my cock. Will you do that for me? Cum hard for me?âÂ
Even those words are enough to make you do just that. You clench around him tightly, a coil forming and tightening inside your lower abdomen rapidly.Â
âYes..Fuck, yes. So close.â You buck your hips desperately, not being able to control the damn need inside you.Â
âCum, baby. Cream my cock.â Jimin takes his hand back just to pinch your clit. âCum like a good slut for me. Go on⌠fucking hell, youâre so good for me. Cum for me, princess.â Starts rubbing your bundle of nerves in time with his brutal thrusts. âYou have no idea how good you feel, Lil. Câmon, need you to soak my cock. Cum!âÂ
Like that, your body listens to him like always. You go taut for a split second as that coil inside you snaps. Then there comes the violent shudders that get your body trembling like a leaf caught in the wind. Your back arches and leaves the bed like a bow. Your scream gets tangled in your throat making it a silent cry. You lose the sense of reality. White appears behind your eyelids as your body continues to tremble, tremble, and tremble. Jimin drags that tremble out as much as possible. Pounding into you. Then rocking into you. Until you finally drive off that orgasm that leaves you breathless and aching.Â
âYou good?â He asks as he gently moves in and out of you. You nod. In a complete haze. Jimin smirks. âWant more?â Asks but doesnât wait for any answers. Even before you can catch your breath from the mind blowing orgasm, he starts to thrust into you harder again.Â
âJiminâŚfuckâŚJiââ You gasp, raising you head to get a look at where heâs meeting your body. The sensitivity makes your thighs jerk. You need a minute. To breathe fully. For your body to recover. He doesnât give you that. And in your pleasure induced mind, you fail to word that out properly. Even your tongue got tied. âHoly fuâfuâŚck, JiminâŚcanâtâŚâ Thatâs all that leaves your lips. Your body writhing and wrists aching painfully as you tug at the silk tie still keeping them bound above your head.Â
âYes you can!â Jimin pulls out almost all the way out before slamming back inside you, making you reel and cry out. âYou're gonna take me, baby. Gonna take me like the good slut you are.â He does that again. Pulling out slowly then slamming back in.Â
âPlease!â You sob.Â
âPlease what?â Jimin does that again. Again. And again. âWords, baby, words. Tell me what you need? Want me to stop?â He starts pounding into you again. With no mercy at all. Your sobs turn into gasps. For a second you think you want him to stop but then soon that fire is building up inside you again.Â
You donât want him to stop.Â
Fuck, itâs too much.
You will cum again.
Maybe, he should stop.Â
No, no, no. It would be such a shame to stop.Â
But you canât take it. But thenâŚ
âFuck!â You scream yet again as your second orgasm hits you out of nowhere. This one lasts longer than the previous.Â
âThere you go, baby. Like thatâŚyeahâŚgood girlâŚsuch a good girl for meâŚâ Jimin coaxes you. His voice is sickly sweet. It pours over you like molten lava. âYouâll give me one more huh, princess? Câmon!â Jimin spreads your trembling legs wider. You know he wouldâve changed your position if it wasnât for the fact that your hands are tied up. Maybe heâs too greedy. Too greedy to have you any other way. The look on his face is proof enough that you sprawled out beneath him, hands tied, is the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. âDammit youâre so gorgeous. Give me one more baby.âÂ
âNoâŚâ You wail. The rigorous movements of your hands turn into a weak struggle. Itâs starting to hurt now. Your wrists. Your shoulders. Upper arms. Yet you would give him all the much he needs. Youâd cum for him again and again. Give any amount of orgasms he demands if he keeps looking at you like that. Like youâre the only star in a black sky. Like youâre the only flower in a barren land. Like he canât get enough. You love it when he canât get enough. When he demands more and more. You need a minute though. Too sensitive to take another vicious orgasm again. Just a minuteâŚÂ
Jimin groans as he holds on to your thighs, fucking into you with all he has. His eyes snap toward your sloppy cunt, taking his cock despite the sensitivity. âYou can, baby⌠fuck, I want you to.â He squeezes his eyes shut as though looking for strength. His words cause your body to reignite the fire of lust within. You grit your teeth willing yourself to battle the sensitivity.Â
Itâs not that you have to force yourself, however. Jimin would never do that. You have a safe word after all. He said he wanted you to use it earlier. And you know the moment your lips would curl around the letter ârâ, heâd stop. Entirely. Not going to happen tonight. In a sick way you love how heâs demanding more. Pushing you more. Further and further. Like heâs curious to know when youâd snap. Maybe you are too. Curious. To know where youâll draw the line.Â
Certainly not here. Not as you begin to raise your hips to meet his thrusts again. Your entire body begins to chase another high. Insatiable. The fire inside you is burning too hot. Seeking more. Youâre starting to get tunnel vision at this rate. The room around you fading away into a blurry black as the only thing that remains is him. Park Jimin. Your Park Jimin. And you need more of him. Everything. Itâs like in a dream how you wide open your mouth, tongue out. Jimin catches your movement. His eyes go wide for a second before he loses the threads of his control. Finally. No longer being able to pull the strings but becoming a puppet himself.Â
âFucking hell, youâre going to kill me, baby. Fuck, Iâm gonna fucking explode.â He bends down, pulling your legs over his shoulders. Takes a minute gaping at your eyes and the open mouth. Then with another growl lets down a trail of spit out of his mouth into yours directly. You moan as you swallow everything down and reopen your mouth to show him that youâve been a good girl. Jimin whimpers. Doing it again. âYeah like that⌠swallow princess. Youâre so good to me. So tight⌠squeeze my cock baby. Like that.â Filthy praises pour out of his lips. He spits on your mouth again and this time forcing that third orgasm through you.Â
Itâs as if youâve lost consciousness. A minute of blackening out because when the trembles and the blinding pleasure waves out of your body, and you find the ability to see things, Jimin has changed positions. Heâs completely hovering above you now. Hell youâve even locked him in place with your legs wrapped around his waist. He bores into your eyes the moment you open them. His eyes are glossy. Like heâs drugged. Brows furrowed. Beautiful. Always ethereal. Your fingers itch to caress his cheek. Lips. Tangle in his blonde locks.Â
âJiminâŚâ You whine, as he keeps fucking into you. The wet sounds of him meeting you, echoing inside the room so loudly.Â
âDammit, baby⌠youâre so pretty.â Jimin says in answer to your whine. Heâs being mindful not to crush you under his weight. âYou did so good for me, Lil. Iâm close. Hold on for me.âÂ
âWannaâpleaseâŚtouch youâŚâ You babble.
âNot yet.â Jimin shifts his weight into one arm and uses the other to grab your cheeks. âSo close baby. Keep your eyes on me.â His hips snap against you relentlessly. âYouâre gorgeous, Love. Fuck, you are.â Heâs babbling too. Mindlessly mumbling as his eyes are lost in yours. âI love you, you know. Goddammit I love you so fucking much.â Jimin tilts his face, proceeding to kiss the tears rolling on your cheeks, making you realize that youâre crying. Not new. Youâve cried because of the intense pleasure before though apparently it doesnât make it any less hot for Jimin. He whimpers, tasting your tears. âBaby.â Another moan teared between a growl.
âI know.â You croak. âI love you more.âÂ
âSay it again.âÂ
âI love you so damn much, Jimin.â You wrap your legs tighter around him, wanting him as close as possible. Trying to make up for the fact that you canât touch him. Despite the three mind blowing orgasms you had, the desperation for him is getting stronger and stronger. You lift your head up so you could hide it in his neck, peppering kisses. Inhaling him. He robs you of that chance when he goes back to stare into your eyes. His eyes sparkle. Hundred different emotions swirling in them. You try to read them. For a second you think you see yearning. Longing. Or maybe is that fear? For what though? So you conclude itâs just affection. Affection that he canât express enough through his words.Â
âYou have no idea, Lil. You have no fucking idea.â He mumbles. Just mindless babbling. His rhythm is getting faltered, letting you know that heâs about to lose it.Â
âI do.â You moan though you donât know what heâs referring to. Love? You donât care anyway. You think you do know. He smiles. Soft. So in fond.Â
âYeah? You do?â Asks but doesnât wait for another confirmation. Simply focuses on thrusting into you as you fight your sensitivity. âSo close, baby. Gonna cum.âÂ
âPlease.â You beg, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts. Feeling another coil twisting inside your guts with every irregular thrusts. Heâs close. So is he making you close again. âPleaseâŚshit please.âÂ
âYes..fuck! ThereâŚbaby. Iâm almostâŚtheââ Jiminâs words get lost in between his clenched teeth as he finally slams inside you one last time. A warmth spreads across your inside just as another tingle gets hold of your body. You arch your body, pressing your chest more and more into him as Jimin continues to spill inside you. His cock twitching. Itâs after what feels like hours when you finally fall back into the bed, limp and spent. Jimin stays on top of you for a few seconds to catch his breathing, being mindful not to crush you before reaching to the knot that holds you tied to the bed post. With one expert tug he loosens the tie. A groan escapes you as you move your hands down feeling as if theyâre no longer a part of your body but a foreign weight that you donât know how to use.Â
âYou okay?â Jimin withdraws from you to take in your expression and one of his hands starts rubbing your shoulder. You hum in reply. Not being completely lucid yet. âLil? Baby?â Jimin asks again. You watch the way he furrows in concern.Â
âYes, Park. Iâmââ You take a second then giggle. âIâm great.â Creases of worry disappear from his face following your giggle.Â
âI can see that now.â Jimin remarks as he goes into his knees again, pulling out of you and spreading your legs wider to feast on the sight of you battered cunt on display. You let out a half hearted protest of embarrassment which he disregards. His still glossy eyes darken again. âOh, fuck.â He curses softly. Still panting. Still red in the face. âYou look fucking gorgeous." He comments so casually and so seriously as if heâs not staring at your most intimate area that you almost shut your legs close.Â
âJimin!â You whine in complaint.
âWhat?â He raises a brow at you. âYou are.â Says and goes back to staring at your pussy. You can feel the wetness seeping out of you. âSqueeze.â He orders. You look at him with wide eyes. He takes one look at your confused face. âSqueeze all the cum out baby, I have to feed you them, donât I?â The most devious kind of smirk pulls on his lips as he proceeds to lower his face toward your spent core. Your first instincts are to protest and to say that youâve changed your mind but youâre already too late as Jimin lunges at you without wasting another second. His tongue laps at you once before he wraps his lips around your clit then drags his mouth down and slurps in. Loudly. So loud that the noise travels directly from your ears to your core, reigniting that fire.Â
âFuck, Jimin.â You writhe in your spot as Jimin pulls away from your sensitive pussy, coming to hover your figure once more. His lips sealed shut. Eyes sparkling with mischief. The fire coils inside you once more, making you gasp, involuntarily open your mouth. He steals that opportunity to press his lips into yours. Itâs just a peck at first. Almost innocent. Then he parts his lips, pushing his tongue inside your mouth together with the remnants in his mouth. The salty taste of his cum invades your taste buds in an instant, making you moan like bitch in heat. Despite the fact that you just came too many times and he fucked the senses out of you.Â
Jimin, however, seems utterly pleased with your reaction as he withdraws and watches you with eyes full of a gleam that you canât decide whether to be lust or exhaustion. âGood girl!â He praises for the millionth time. âWant more?â Asks. You only manage to nod before heâs back between your legs. Lips curling around your entrance. Slurping. Then coming back to feed you everything. Then going back. You whimper as he almost dips his head back in your still dripping core when a vibration right next to your ear makes him pause. You turn your head to find his phone, which somehow has found its way to the bed ringing. Taehyungâs name flashing on the screen.Â
âItâs Tae.â You let Jimin know.Â
âIgnore it.â He clicks his tongue, proceeding to continue his work but the ringing ends and a message pops up. Then another. And another. And more and more.Â
âWhat the fuck,â You curse in annoyance as you grab the phone just as it starts ringing again. âMaybe itâs urgent.â You interrupt Jimin by holding his phone toward him.Â
âFor fuckâs sake!â Jimin sits back, a scowl adorning his face. Yet he answers the phone, putting it on speaker again. âBusy Tae, Iâll call youââ
âWill you fucking turn on the goddamn news.â Taehyung doesnât allow Jiminâs words to leave his mouth properly. You sit back slowly. Wearing a similar kind of scowl to Jimin but for entirely different reasons. The worry in Taehyungâs voice is prominent. Something isnât right.Â
âWhat? Why?â Jimin questions back. This time not so annoyed but worried and intrigued.Â
âYouâre asking why?â Taehyung barks from the other side of the line. âWeâre fucked, Jimin. Thatâs why. Sent you the link. Check it out.âÂ
Oh, you donât like links. You donât like when someone is talking about a link this worriedly. Jimin quietly opens the message app and locates the said link. He seems worried though calm compared to how Taehyung is obviously losing his shit. You scoot closer to him to peer at his phone screen. Jimin clicks on the hideous looking jumble of words.Â
Oh, please donât be another video of you and Jimin having sex.
You bunch up your fists without realizing it as the link opens into a webpage.Â
Kim Group Chairman Accused in Illegal Weapons Investigation
Kim? As in Liyaâs father?
âNo. Fuck, fuck what? How?â Jimin mumbles as he skims through the article. Then he opens a new tab to search for it himself. Typing frantically the name Kim and Kim group. You gape at it. Lost. Utterly completely lost. Your brain is falling to catch up on whatâs happening.Â
âMy question exactly?â This time itâs Hoseokâs voice that comes through. âIâm guessing it wasnât you.â Hoseok adds.
âCourse not.â Jimin mumbles but this time less frantically. Going through one article after another. Fast forwarding through videos. You watch as the surprise and the confusion on his face ease a little. As if he remembers something.Â
âThen who the hellâhowâI mean only we knew.â Jin bellows over the line too, almost making you flinch. You donât understand whatâs happening. But for one thing, you know itâs not good. An illegal weapon dealing? Mr. Kim? You donât think youâve seen the right thing.Â
âWhat about Joon?â Teahyungâs voice comes through the phone again. And you vaguely hear Hoseok practically snaps at him for even thinking that. You donât pay attention to the ruckus happening on the other side of the line. You just watch Jimin. You might not know the full disclosure. It feels like reading a book without the first pages. Simply you canât grasp the full idea of it. Of Mr. Kim getting tangled in an illegal business. Or him going down. Looks like itâs what is happening, though. Considering all the articles Jimin just skimmed through. All the news he just watched. Kim is doomed. That meansâŚ.
Theyâre doomed too.Â
The new launch is doomed.
R.U.N is doomed.Â
With Mr. Kim, Jimin are doomed as well.Â
You feel your heart squeeze painfully. Itâs as if youâve been trapped in a fever dream and the reality suddenly crashes in. A shudderâthis time from a strange fear, runs through your body at the same time Jimin slowly whispers. âLiya.â He says almost inaudibly. For a second you think no one heard him but there comes Jinâs voice.Â
âWhat did you say?â He inquires with no warmth in his voice.Â
âIâumâlisten, Hyung, I didnât think sheâdâŚâ Jimin scrambles into his feet, completely disregarding the fact that heâs still butt naked. His voice almost doesn't reach your ears as he starts pacing around. âI just wanted to get her out of Lilâs back, IâŚâÂ
What?Â
In that half a second the fever dream comes back to you. The rest of the world fades away as you watch Jimin. He becomes the only thing in your world. Not in a good way though. Instead of seeing his ethereal beauty, this time you see the pain. Fear. Guilt. Worry. As if youâve suddenly been given a super vision to zero on in every little detail. You see the panic in his eyes. See the lines of worry. See a man whoâs about to crumble down. Not your Park Jimin. And did he say he didâwhatever he didâto make sure Liya doesnât threaten you anymore?Â
So, thatâs why you didnât hear from her again. Why everything remained calm. This is how he said heâd take care of it? Be prepared? You still donât know whatâs actually happened. Have no idea how youâve got to this point. But clearly all these things are happening because of you.Â
Fuck, you feel nauseous.Â
âSo you fucking gave her the only bargaining chip we had?â Someone yells through the phone.Â
Fuck, you feel like your head is spinning.Â
Jimin is trying to talk through his friends' voices. Disappointed, raged, voices full of disbelief. Jimin looks wrecked. Youâre certain you can see his hands trembling.Â
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Your Jimin is about to crumble down. All because of you. And the worst part? Thereâs nothing you could do to help. Youâre helpless. Youâre only good for causing problems. Thatâs what youâve been doing ever since you came into this world. Causing problems to Jimin. Ruining his life. And dragging everyone else with him. Thereâs not a single soul thatâs happy anymore. Jimin. Liya. Jungkook. Taehyung. Jin. Hoseok. Seoyeon. You⌠Not a single person. You ruined everything. All because you are too greedy. You have been warned multiple times. To let go. Do the right thing. Take that step back and let these people live their lives peacefully. But no. You had to ruin it. You thought the punishment for being too greedy would be you turning into dust. Maybe thatâs not the case after all. Maybe, this is a better punishment.Â
Seeing Jimin get ruined. In front of your very eyes but not being able to do a damn about it. Maybe this is your real punishment.Â
Yes.Â
Punishments.
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