"This is a mistake. I don't think we should keep doing this."
"One more night couldn't hurt us, cutie."
contains;
-¡power bottom jimin!
-vminkook
-yoonseok
-angst/violence
-gay smut
-domestic abuse
-minor/major cursing
-unfaithfulness
!COMPLETED¡
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third pov; jungkook present ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
"I can't believe we just fucked on a pool table."
Jimin chuckled, feeling the sweat drippling down his forehead. They turned their heads to look at the same time, catching each other by surprise. Jungkook stared shamelessly, captivated by how Jimin seemed to be more attractive covered in his own sweat.
"Jimin,"
"Jungkook-ssi, I swear if you ask me one more question."
"Please, I just want you to answer one question truthfully." Jimin saw the plea in Jungkook's doe eyes, not having the guts to deny the boy, he sighed in agreement.
"Why are you so secretive?"
Jimin rolled his eyes at the question, having no choice but to inform him the truth.
"I'm not allowed to talk about myself to others." Jimin's eyes held certainty, with Jungkook's intense gaze it was difficult to lie. The younger scoffed, the idea sounding nonsensically to him.
"Says who? Your parents?"
"Just someone who thinks they have ownership over me."Jimin shrugged, a look of bored on his face. Seemingly, Jungkook knew it was more of a mask to conceal his true emotions.
"Why would someone have ownership over you?"
"Yah, you said you would only ask one question."
All of a sudden the loud ring of Jimin's phone had him flinching. He went to get up before he winced in pain. Jungkook chuckled at the sight, before getting off the table and bringing the phone to Jimin himself.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Taehyung. Should I answer?" Jungkook said, peering up at Jimin but the boy became alarmed—rushing to put his clothes on although he could barely walk. Jungkook put a hand on his arm to stop the panicked boy.
"What's wrong? Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry, I have to leave." Jimin uttered, jerking Jungkook's hold off him and pulling on his pants.
"Jimin—" The blonde snatched the phone from his hands and spun his heels to walk away.
"Jimin, wait!" Jungkook called.
"I'm sorry, Jungkook-ssi. We can't meet up anymore, have a good life." Jungkook froze in his spot, utterly naked and terribly confused as he witnessed the boy walk out.
Jungkook felt taken advantage of, or had it had been the other way?
—He left me again.
Jungkook watched the boy speed off in the car they came in, he was stranded and alone. Just like he had been the morning he had woken up and Jimin wasn't there.
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Calling his hyungs might've been the only good option, if he weren't stuck listening to their lectures and hearing them complain about being ditched.
Jungkook had a face, crossing his arms and scrunching his nose in annoyance as he sat at the back of the car. Yoongi peered at him through the rear-view mirror as he drove, while Hoseok observed outside the window.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"No."
Yoongi had sighed, making eye-contact with the boy through the mirror. "What happened?"
Jungkook turned red, unable to answer. He felt guilty, felt used but was definitely disoriented about the situation. He bit his trembling lip.
"H-He left again, after we... He said we can't meet up anymore."
Hoseok pouted, turning himself around in the passenger seat to look at Jungkook.
"You've been quite reckless these last few days, Jungkook-ah." He told him.
"I'm sorry, Hyung." The younger apologized, Hoseok reached out and patted his head.
"Don't stress, we'll find a way to fix this."
Jungkook nodded, gazing out the window for the first time and letting his mind contemplate. He was afraid this careless thinking will keep him up all night.
