(Completed) Book 2: Game over

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Day 6

⚠️Mentions of abuse⚠️
⚠️Mentions of violence⚠️
⚠️Mentions of bullying⚠️
⚠️Mentions of self hate⚠️

Jimin's Pov

That same stupid fucking man is at my doorstep again. He told me his name is Doyoung. I hated him already.

"You have a lovely home." I gave him a look, knowing damn well that was a complete lie. "Why are you here? My mother still hasn't explained shit."

Doyoung pursed his lips before shaking his head. "So you really don't know? Well, I'm your future husband."

My eyes bulged out of my head.
"Although, I didn't take you as the type to date men. Your mother told me you have a boyfriend?"

My fists were clenched.
"I am not fucking marrying you. Ever."
"Oh yes you are. You're aware that you're going to inherit her company, no? Not marrying me would ruin everything."

I paced around the room, my eyes hard and jaw clenched. I could feel Doyoung's stare, but I didn't want to acknowledge it.

"You know, you should just break up with whatever dumb bitch you're dating. I assure you it would cause you less stress. I can see it from a mile away. And don't worry about me liking you, you're a little too fat for my taste."

My head snapped up. I walked over to him with wide strides, my hand clasping around his neck. My finger nails dug into his skin, and I reluctantly squeezed.

He started to slap my wrist, his face getting red ever second. "Don't fucking talk about him like that. Don't fucking talk about me like that. Know your fucking place."

I release him, and he crumbles into the seat. His hand is on his bleeding neck, and he's gasping for air.

"Get out of my fucking house. Unless you want to actually die." Doyoung gave me a wary look before standing up, gripping the countertop next to him.

Once he's fully standing he rejusts his suit, giving me another wary look before walking away. I hear the door click behind me. I close my eyes while grabbing my hair.

I grabbed my phone, going to Yoongi's number. My fingers move across the screen, the words forming having multiple misspellings and mistakes.

Once I've corrected them, I sent the message, covering my eyes with the palm of my hand.

"I need the pills again." I whisper.

Jimin:
Hi baby🥰
I'm sorry but can
we cancel the date?
I'm not feeling well
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Yoongi:
It's fine😖
Do you have a cold?
Do I need to come over?
Delivered

Yoongi:
Jimin?
Delivered

Yoongi:
Jimin?
Delivered

Yoongi:
Should I come over?
Delivered

Yoongi's Pov

I looked at my phone, worry overtaking my system. Why didn't Jimin respond? He usually responds rather quickly.

And him canceling? He never does that.
I debate whether I should go over or not, but my thoughts are interrupted when my dad bursts into the room.

He has a stash of money in his hand. Once he caught sight of me he grinned. Slapping the stash of money in my hand, he gets to talking, his breath smelling of cigarettes.