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𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 27 - 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥

They were all the same, all born from the same mother, all raised the same way and all fucking dumb. One is using for his own pleasure and taking advantage of my mental health and another one kisses the brain out of me and then fucks another girl in the same house.

"Fuck, can you wait? Please." He kept following me the whole time.

"Leave me alone. I'm tired."

"Let me explain." He walked into my room and closed the door behind him.

"There's literally nothing to explain. We don't have any sort of relationship, you fuck who you want to and do whatever the hell you want to do." I turned on my PC.

He rubbed his face. "It was the last time and it meant nothing to me."

"Jungkook you don't fuck a girl because she's begging you to, you told her last time that you wouldn't do it again." I nervously laughed. "I don't even know why you're trying to justify yourself, there's nothing between us, right?" I looked at him in the eyes.

"Don't do this." He came closer.

"Can you get the fuck out, please?"

He didn't say anything else, but quietly left my room as I asked. What the hell was wrong with the men in this house? Was I that weird that they had to do me dirty every occasion they would get. The kiss with Jungkook felt way more sincere than with Namjoon and it hurt me to see him doing it with that girl, when we kissed not long ago.

And why did he bring her here? Does Jin know about this?

I was going to mind my business and not be a little snitch, but it kind of hurt my pride and feelings. I didn't want to see that, to see him with a girl on top of him. I don't understand why keeps caring about the things concerning me, but then acts like he doesn't care about me at all.

...The next day

"You don't have to hit me so hard, you're just practicing." I didn't listen. I didn't want to listen at all. Everything he was saying was going in one ear and coming out of the other.

I kept targeting different spots on his face, upper body and hit him while controlling the strength, but still knowing that it would have some impact on him, just like he taught me.

"Y/n—" I cut him as I punched his face. I didn't want to hear my name coming out of it. "Snap out of it!" He strongly held my hands with his and looked at me deeply with a strong glare.

"Don't talk to me." I glared back, challenging him and showing him that I wasn't planning to stop hitting him again and again. I didn't have a choice, we were practicing.

I tried to free myself from his strong hold, but miserably failed to do so and only looked stupid at that moment. "Let go."

"I won't fucking let go, until you stop acting like a fucking stupid brat, not listening to what I tell you to do." He calmly said, so calmly that it was almost scary.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

He tightened his hold around my wrists and violently pushed me against the mirror wall that behind me. I almost gasped at the impact, but I didn't want him to see that he startled me.

"Y/n, you have to focus, listen to what I tell you to do so that we can part ways peacefully and go on with our lives, respectfully. I'm not trying to stay here the whole day."

"Go on with our lives," I mimicked the way he talked, not making fun of him, but still wanting to get on his nerves by acting childish, because he hated that. "Really, just say you want to go back, so that you can fuck her—"