Dead Ringer |Jikook|🎀

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Chapter Four: Belladonna.

Seokjin sat in his office, staring at the camera footage of the 'workers only' room. He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle as he stared at it.

"You like it Hoseok?" He asked.

"Perfect", The man named Hoseok replied smiling.

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Jungkook's POV

I carefully sneaked Jimin inside my home, hoping Aunt Lucy won't come out of her room. And she didn't.

Sighing in relief, I locked my room door, placing my bag in my desk. "Tell me, Jimin. What do you want to talk about? You aren't really answering my questions so I guess you are gonna talk about some made up topic. Or most probably your dead husband", I grumbled, sitting next to him in the bed.

Jimin gently grabbed my head, laying me in his lap. His fingers curl in my hair as he stared into my eyes.

"I used to be Park Jimin", he started, "I am 25. I wanted to be a Obstetrician because my Mom died during child birth of my sister. I don't want that to happen to others. I want the child to have both parents. I had a father who was strict. He is the father of a church and wants me to always follow the bible. I did. But when I met Jeonggu-", Jimin paused for a moment, looking away from me. "Father was killed in a mass shooting. And then I get to know about Jeongguk before marrying him. I like the colour blue. I like meat and prefer ice cream over chocolate." Jimin turned silent.

Then I realised it.

He was telling me about himself because I said I didn't know him. But it still feels like I don't know anything about him. Why?

"What are you doing Jimin?" I ask him. He looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows. "What are you doing cupcake?" I ask again.

"I wanted you to know about me. You said you don't know me. Now you know", Jimin said. "And I'm not cupcake. Call me Belladonna ", he whispered.

Belladonna?

What kind of weird name is that?

"Why Belladonna?" I ask. I think it's some kind of plant or flower. He didn't answer me. Then I realised. "Your dead husband calls you that?" I hissed, getting off his lap.

Jimin nodded.

"I'm not fucking calling you that then", I spat, walking to my desk and taking out my sketch book. Cause that's the first thing that I got my hand on.

"Why? I want you to call me that. Jeongguk please." I glanced at him and he was looking confused like always. I sigh.

"I have homework to do. Leave", I lied again, randomly doodling in the paper.

"Okay", Jimin mumbled, standing up from my bed.

"Sit", I said, even though I was the one who said he should leave. "Why are you talking to me, Jimin?" I ask him. "What do you want from me? Do you want to be friends with me? Lovers? What do you want?" My questions were making him frustrated and I can tell that. Okay maybe not frustrated.

I can't really read his expression.

"In your lap?" Jimin asked making me frown in confusion.

"What?"

"You wanted me to sit. But didn't tell me where", Jimin stated calmly. Is he for real?

"I-I-fine! Come sit in my lap", I grunted. Jimin nodded, making himself comfortable in my lap with his arms around my shoulder. Jimin, you are so dumb sometimes.