Muffin (Jimin X Reader)

60 ~ The End

This is it.

The last chapter.

Enjoy ;)))

Edited.

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Shit, fuck, bitch, fuck, shit.

Of course.

Of fucking course Jimin would hear that.

Because you can't just simply get him back for his mistake.

Oh no.

Because Jackson just had to confess his love for you right then and there.

As you do.

And Jimin just happened to have heard.

Fantastic!

"No" a deep voice seethed.

Jimin forcefully pushed Jackson away from you.

And then a crowd began to group around you.

"You t-think that just be-cause we are g-going through a rough pa-tch, that you can sw-swoop in and take her from m-me? Are you f-fucking serious?" He scoffed, pushing through his raspy voice.

"Hey! You're the one who is treating her like shit, calling her names and what not" Jackson retaliated.

"Yeah I used to when I had no f-fucking clue who she was! When I jud-ged her from rumors and how she app-eared to be, just like the rest of the fucking s-school did and still d-do! But I don't th-ink that anymore!" Jimin exclaimed.

You tugged at Jimin's arm.

"Jimin let's just go" you whispered.

"N-No, I w-want to hear what else this cunt has to s-say about me" he said, fuming to say the least.

"Oh please! You left for six months! Leaving her to cry herself to sleep every night" Jackson exclaimed.

Jimin lunged forward and punches Jackson in the jaw.

"You have no idea what that was about! I didn't fucking leave her w-willingly! You don't think I cried myself to sl-sleep too? Every single fucking ni-ght! While I was f-forced to leave her and le-ave the country!" He shouted and Jackson threw a punch at Jimin's eye.

Some guys pulled them away from each other and your grabbed Jimin's hand and led him out of the gym, all eyes wandering around at Jimin and Jackson.

You dragged Jimin down the hallway into an empty classroom and when you were both inside you turned around and closed the door.

The room was dark, the only light was coming from the corridor lights and the moonlight that shun inside the classroom.

You slowly turned around to see Jimin standing against a desk, not facing your direction. You sighed.

The silence was deafening, so you decided to break it.

"Jimin?"

"-Would you have said yes?" he asked.

His raspy voice has disappeared now that he is calm and no longer has to shout.

"What?"

"If Jackson had continued and asked you out, would you have said yes?" You can see the pain in his eyes.

And not the type of pain forming from his developing black eye.

You walked agonizingly slow over to him.