Is It Mine?

Stay Away From Jungkook!

Confused at his gruffness in pulling you out of the studio, you glance back at Yoongi. He is standing there peering out the studio door with a look of utter shock at how one of the young ones had the guts to talk to him like that. Then he yells for Jimin and starts to come after him.

The elevator opened, and Jimin, ignoring Yoongi, pushed you through the open doors. You reach the parking garage level, and Jimin once again takes your hand and pulls you along at a fast pace.

 "Please, Jimin, slow down." You are almost at a run trying to keep up, praying you don't trip and fall. 'Why is he so mad? He's never had a problem with me being with Yoongi in his studio.  

You know something has been bothering him lately, but he shuts you out whenever you try to talk to him.

 He ignores your pleas to slow down. He doesn't speak to you in the car on the way home, but his driving is aggressive and scary. Afraid to anger him further, you arrive in silence at the multi-story condominium where all the members have their apartments.

 As you take the elevator to the apartment, he tightens his grip on your hand. You try to pull free because it hurts, but he won't let go. 

"Stop!" he snaps sharply. 

He is arguing with himself again, torn over what to do. He hates the way he is feeling. It hurts too damn much. 'Doesn't she know I won't share her? She's mine! I should hurt her like she's hurt me! No! I can't, I love her so fucking much.'

You can hardly see as your eyes blur with tears, but you fight them back. As you turn down the main  hall, you ask, "Jimin, what's wrong?"

He growls, "Nothing!" and keeps pulling you along. You pick up your pace to keep up so as not to be dragged.

 "Jimin, slow down. You're going too fast." When you reach his apartment, he opens the door, propels you through, and then closes the door behind him.

He heads straight to the bedroom, dropping his clothes along the way. You slowly follow, picking them up, when you hear the bathroom door slam. You drop his clothes and go to the kitchen to make dinner.

You both have dinner. He hardly spoke to you. He mainly pushed his food around on his plate. Worried about him and wanting to help, you ask, "Are you feeling alright, Jimin? Is there something I can do for you?" 

He doesn't even look up at you. His voice sounds strained, and he says, "Stay away from Jungkook."

A bit surprised as that came out of the blue, you ask, "What?" 

Swallowing a gulp of wine, he slams the glass down on the table, and it shatters. Startled, you jump back in your chair. 

He stands up and says, "I said stay away from Jungkook! Is that so hard to understand?" Then he leaves the room.

You are stunned. You sit there, totally taken by surprise at his actions. Suddenly, you run to the bathroom and lose what little you had managed to eat. You sit on the floor in the bathroom, crying. A few minutes later, you get up, wash your face, and gather your things. You head down the hall to your apartment for the night.

'Stay away from Kooki?' You sigh, gather what you need to shower, and go to bed holding your extra pillow in your arms. "Darn hormones," you punch your pillow, then cry yourself to sleep. 

Later that week, Jimin is looking for Taehyung when he sees Jungkook and you sitting together, heads close, whispering, too close, too damn close. Before you spot him, he calls out, "Tae, where are you?" 

Jungkook darts away from you, and blushing, you turn away from him. Jimin acts like he hasn't seen you together but is burning up inside.

You suddenly feel sick in your stomach and run from the room. Jimin walks up to Jungkook and grabs him by the shirt, glaring, "She's mine! Stay. Away. From. Her!"

 He storms out of the room, leaving Jungkook staring after him with doe eyes, his mouth gaping open.

Once the shock started to wear off, he texted Yoongi and Hobi to let them know what had happened. He put his phone away, hurried to the restroom, opened the door, and peeked in.

"Are you okay, Noona?" Jungkook asks with worry. 

You are at the sink washing your face and rinsing your mouth out. "Yes, Kooki, thank you for checking on me." You dry your hands and meet him outside the restroom.

Concerned about you, he asks, "How long will this last?" 

You sigh. "It can last anywhere from a few weeks to nine months." 

His eyes widen, "Are you kidding me?"

You shake your head, "My sister was sick the whole time, while my cousin was never sick, not even a day. It is different for each woman."

 Awed by this, he says, "Wow, I had no idea."

A few more weeks go by, with Jimin hardly talking to you. It seems he is avoiding you as much as he can, always claiming he is busy.

 Several times, Jungkook and Jimin came close to exchanging blows, but one of the hyungs would always step in to separate them as they glared at each other.

Jimin isn't having dinner with you anymore, telling you he has to practice in the dance studio and not to wait up for him. That was easy for you to do. You got tired quickly now. You order dinner for you both and wait as long as possible in case he comes in hungry. But the next morning, his food was still there untouched. 

You consider just moving back into your apartment for good. But instead, you cry yourself to sleep. Each night, you are sound asleep, unaware when he comes to bed, and each morning, you can tell he slept in the bed, but he was gone before you were awakened by nausea.

Jungkook is upset at holding back what he knows will fix things between you two, and Jimin is extremely angry, thinking you and Jungkook are hooking up.