Love Me ( Jikook )

You Gonna Be Happy

Ahhh, don't be mad at me. But some shit goes down in this chapter. I hate this new character just as much as you all probably do.

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Author's pov

"Jimin, answer me! I know you're in there." Sanghoon cries out. "Please, answer me."

Jimin slowly walks to the door, opening it. Sanghoon rushes in and pulls Jimin into his arms as if his life depends on it.

"Jimin! Oh my god, I was so worried. What are you doing here?" He frantically asks.

"S-sanghoon." Jimin stutters, still shocked from Sanghoon's arrival. "I was just see some long time friends."

Sanghoon arches a brow, he looks up at Jungkook and Hoseok. Involuntarily, his arms tighten around the blond haired boy. "Who are they?"

"That's Jungkook and this is Hoseok." Jimin says, pointing to them. "Hoseok, Jungkook this is Sanghoon."

"Hello, it's nice to meet you." Hoseok says happily.

Sanghoon gives them another glance before he turns back to Jimin. "Jimin, babe, we have to go to that party in an hour or so."

Jimin cocks his head to the side. "Party? What party?"

"That party, remember." Sanghoon says, straining his voice, trying to make Jimin understand.

"Oh! That party. I'm sorry, I must of forgot." Jimin quickly says.

Sanghoon smiles. "It's alright. Let's go." He pulls Jimin out of the room.

"When can we see you again Jimin?" Hoseok calls down the hallway.

Jimin and Sanghoon stops at the elevator. "Later, I promise!" Jimin yells when the doors close.

Hoseok walks back into the room, closing the door behind him. "Well, Sanghoon seems nice."

"He seems off." Jungkook mutters. "I don't know what it is, but I think he's lying."

"Oh Jungkook, you just think that because he's with Jimin." Hoseok falls back on to his bed with a sigh.

"Yes and no. I am pissed that he had Jimin but even if he didn't, he still seems off." Jungkook admits.

"Hmm perhaps." Hoseok says, considering Jungkook's view. "Why do you think he's off?"

"I can't explain. But I know for a fact, if he truly loved Jimin, he would be fine with him seeing his friends. He wouldn't go and drag him away, now would he?"

"You do have a point there." Hoseok narrows his eyes. "Maybe there's more than what meets the eye."

Jimin's pov

"Sanghoon, why did you say there's a party?" I quietly ask him. He's never done something like this, pulling me away from someone.

"I didn't lie, baby. We have somewhere to be."

"We? Since when do we both have to go to parties? You told me, when ever you have a party or you go to one, I don't have to accommodate you. Right?"

What is he up to. This isn't like Sanghoon. What's wrong with him.

Sanghoon sighs. "I want to renew the contract."

My eyes widen. "What! No, no more renewals. I want out of this contract."

"Why then, Jimin!" He yells. "You've got no one other than me!" He pushes me to the wall.

"W-what's wrong with you?" I stutter, tears start forming in my eyes.

"No, Jimin. It's not me, it's you." His grip gets tighter on my arm, leaving marks on my skin.

"Let me go!" I scream at him.

Suddenly the elevator doors open, I quickly pull from his grasp and run away.

"Jimin!" He yells.

Why is he doing is this. What possessed Sanghoon to do something like that. He never grabbed me or even yelled at me.

I ran outside, stopping for a short second to catch my breath.

"Jimin! Please, come here!" Sanghoon yelled, catching up.

I run faster away from him. Turning down streets and alleys until I run into a wall, showing the end of the alley.

"Jimin, why are you running?" Sanghoon says with anger.

I gulp the lump in my throat. This isn't going to end well.

He slowly walk closer to me, closing in on me as if I was his prey. Darkness filled his once soft eyes.

He came to the halt in front of me, leaning down to kiss my neck. "Come here baby, I need you." He whispers into my ear.

"S-sanghoon p-please, let me go." I plead.

"Hmm, I don't know if I can." His gaze turns soft. "Let me have you, Jimin. I want you by my side, forever. I fell for you Jimin. I'm crazy about you."

I scoff. "You're crazy alright."

He grabs my neck. "Don't disrespect me, babe." His hand tightens around my throat, causing me to squeak.

Tears form in my eyes. "P-please, let me go." I croak through his grasp. "At l-least let me c-consider being with you, S-sanghoon."

His grasp weakens at my words, letting me gasp for air. A smile plasters his face. "Good." He takes a step away from me. "Now then, shall we go back to my place? Or yours?" He asks happily.

What the fuck is going on.