Mine (Jikook/Kookmin)- Complete

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Jungkook had called the police as soon as he realized something was wrong. Now, Jimin found himself sitting in a cold, sterile room, its walls bare except for a small mirror on one side. It was the investigation room, where he had been questioned for almost two hours. Time felt suspended, and all he could think about was Jungkook—the look on his face before Jimin had been asked to step inside. The disappointment in Jungkook's eyes haunted him. He hadn’t said a single word, hadn’t even looked directly at Jimin. He had only shifted his gaze away, as if Jimin's very presence was too much to bear. It hurt, deeply.

The door opened, pulling Jimin out of his thoughts. A police officer stood there, clipboard in hand. "You can go now."

Jimin stood, legs feeling weak, and made his way out of the room. His heart was heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. As soon as he stepped into the hallway, he saw Jungkook. He was standing rigidly, his body tense, eyes distant. But the moment he saw Jimin, he stood up quickly—not out of concern for him, but more like he wanted to leave, to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

"Hyung..." Jimin’s voice was soft as he reached out, gently tugging at the hem of Jungkook’s shirt. He didn’t understand why Jungkook was acting this way, so distant, so cold.

"Wear your seatbelt," Jungkook replied flatly as they got into the car, not even sparing a glance at him.

"It's not me," Jimin said quietly, his voice trembling with the weight of the accusation hanging between them. He needed Jungkook to believe him, needed him to trust him.

Jungkook remained silent, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, lost somewhere far from Jimin.

"I'm n-not the one..." Jimin repeated, more desperate now, the pain in his voice evident. But Jungkook’s next words cut deep.

"You were there. The petrol was in your hand. What else am I supposed to think?" Jungkook's tone was sharp, each word hitting Jimin like a blow.

"Hyung..." Jimin’s eyes filled with tears. His heart shattered. The person he loved, the one he trusted most, thought he was capable of something so horrible. Jungkook thought he had burned down the gallery.

"I put everything into that gallery," Jungkook said, his voice rising, frustration and anger pouring out. "I spent hours there, all of my work, gone in a blink. How could you?"

"How could you accuse me?" Jimin shot back, his voice trembling but strong, the pain evident in every word. "You think I did that?"

Jungkook’s face twisted in a mix of disbelief and frustration. "You were there."

"I was walking home. I saw the gallery on fire, and I ran. What could I have done? It was all burning by the time I got there," Jimin explained, his voice cracking as he tried to hold back his emotions.

"You could have called the police, the firefighters, or even me," Jungkook said bitterly, finally turning to look at Jimin, his eyes blazing with anger. It was the first time their eyes met all night.

"I... I froze," Jimin stammered, tears threatening to spill. "It happened so fast. I didn’t know what to do."

"It's all gone, Jimin. Everything's gone," Jungkook said, rubbing his face harshly, his frustration boiling over. His voice was thick with emotion, anger barely contained.

"It's not my fault," Jimin whispered, voice shaky, the tears finally spilling over. He needed Jungkook to believe him, to see the truth.

"I don't know," Jungkook said, his voice quieter now, the anger ebbing into something sadder. "I don’t know what to think anymore."

Jimin’s heart clenched painfully. "What are you saying? Do you really believe I could do that to you?" His voice broke, pleading for some reassurance.

Jungkook’s silence was the loudest answer of all. He just looked away, shaking his head slightly. "You were there," he said again, but this time, his voice was filled with uncertainty, like he didn’t even trust his own words.

"And?" Jimin pressed, his voice desperate, his tears falling freely now.

"That’s all I can say," Jungkook replied, his tone flat, defeated.

That was it. That was the answer Jimin feared but knew deep down was coming. His own boyfriend didn’t believe him. The man he loved thought he was capable of destroying everything Jungkook had worked for. The pain was unbearable.

"I'm sorry..." Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible as he bowed his head, broken.

Without another word, Jimin opened the car door and stepped out. His heart was in pieces, but there was nothing left to say. He walked away, tears blurring his vision, but he didn’t look back. He couldn’t. He had said his piece, but it hadn’t mattered.

Jungkook sat in the car, stunned. He watched Jimin walk away, feeling a hollow ache in his chest, but he didn’t move to stop him. He couldn’t. He was too consumed by the storm of emotions raging inside him, too unsure of what to believe anymore.