The boy next door

Chapter 41

I hope you noticed the toxicity of Jungkook's and Y/N's 'relationship'...

Jungkook had grabbed Jimin by the collar of his shirt and wanted to land another punch on his face.

But I quickly stepped in between them not even caring if Jungkook hit me too. I just had to stop this. This wasn't right.

"Stop! Jungkook!", I implored with tears in my eyes and put my hands on his chest trying to push him away from Jimin.

The dark-haired breathed heavily and I could feel his heart beating rapidly underneath my right hand. He glared at Jimin as if he was going to rip his head off but then his eyes fell on me.

The way my bottom lip quivered because I was about to start crying and I looked at him with pleading eyes seemed to soothe and calm him down a little.

He exhaled sharply and opened his fist. He relaxed and took a step back taking deep breaths to keep his cool.

"What are you doing?", I asked him, hurt clear in my voice. I was so disappointed in him. Violence was never a solution. I drew my hands back and dropped them at my sides.

"I- I snapped", he said in a low voice and looked to the ground.

I turned around to Jimin and regarded his bruised face. His lower lip had a cut on the left side and his cheek was reddened by the hit.

"And what are you doing here?", I asked him trying not to sound too reproachfully.

"I wanted to pick you up and drive you home", he explained giving me a small smile. He was just trying to help, to be a good... future boyfriend.

I turned back around to Jungkook who obviously didn't feel comfortable in his skin.

"You can't just hit him", I scolded him holding my tears back as the memories of the video resurfaced in my mind, "why would you do something like that?"

I tried to keep my voice down so this conversation stayed between us and Jimin and Soojung, who watched us nervously from a few feet away, wouldn't hear anything.

"I can't stand seeing you with Jimin", he admitted avoiding eye contact, "I hate that you're spending time with him. Why do you keep going out with him?"

He made eye contact for a split second and the look in his eyes almost swept me off of my feet. His eyes were obscure and filled with deep agony. I gulped and bit my lip to stop the twinge in my eyes.

But I had made a decision.

"Because I want to be with him", I whispered forcing myself to keep looking at him. I had to be honest with him. He needed to know.

His head shot up hearing my words and he looked into my eyes searching for anything. Anything that would tell him that I didn't mean what I said. Anything that would take my words back.