Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ Lᴏᴠᴇ || ❀ TH×JM ❀

Pᴀʀᴛ- 34

<One week later>

Jimin looked at the girl who was shivering in front of him. He had been teaching her quite nice lessons whenever they met for the last three days.

"I...I said I'm s-sorry. Stop troubling me a-already." Hiya's voice faltered, her words barely a whisper, each stammering syllable betraying her fear of facing this public humiliation once again.

Jimin's gaze hardened, his expression twisting with disdain as he took a deliberate step closer. "Sorry? You think that cuts it?" His voice, though low, carried a weight that seemed to draw more people to the scene. "I thought you were a decent person. A nice girl." He practically spat the words, his eyes narrowing with disgust. "Turns out you're just... sick in the head. You're nothing but a cheap, two-faced girl who tried to pit us against each other, drug Taehyung—to get him in bed." The venom in his tone caused a ripple in the crowd, everyone leaning closer, drawn by the magnetic pull of cruelty in his words. "Do you even know what they call girls like you?" His words cut like a knife, unrelenting and unforgiving.

"P-please..." Hiya choked out, her voice wavering, her shoulders shaking as silent tears spilled down her cheeks, carving paths down her face. The gathering crowd grew, faces watching her unravel, all waiting for the next word, the next blow.

But Jimin only tilted his head, his smirk laced with mockery, his gaze tracing her tear-streaked face as if savoring her discomfort. "Oh, don't tell me you still don't understand," he sneered, his voice oozing with false pity. "Poor thing, still confused about who—and what—you really are. Tsk, tsk..." He glanced around, his expression changing, now painted with a mask of faux innocence as he addressed the crowd. "Guys, maybe you can help her figure it out? She clearly needs some help."

He flashed a cold smirk as the murmurs from the crowd grew louder, their eyes glinting with a cruel fascination, eager for the spectacle they'd been feeding off for days. The weight of their stares bore down on Hiya, her face a portrait of shame and despair as she trembled under the flood of judgment, each snicker, each glare only deepening the ache within her.

"I think whore is the proper term." A girl spoke from the crowd while throwing her used tissue near Hiya's feet.

"No, slut suits better."

"She is a dick deprived bitch."

"Betrayer, cunning and shameless."

"Witch"

"Hoe"

"Cockslut"

"Manipulator."

"Wannabe aunty"

The cruel whispers ricocheted through the crowd, each insult sharper than the last, feeding on Hiya's silent misery.

"SHUT UP YOU ALL"

A voice sliced through the murmur, loud and commanding. The echo of Jimin's shout settled into a tense silence as he glared at each person, daring anyone to speak. His chest heaved as he took a slow, controlled breath, his jaw clenched. "Go back to your classes. The show is over for now," he ground out, his voice a dangerous calm. "Maybe try studying for once, instead of acting like a bunch of sadistic, jobless idiots." His sharp words left the onlookers blinking, stunned, murmuring amongst themselves, visibly caught off guard.

"Why are you stopping us? You wanted it—so what's the issue n—"

"I. Said. LEAVE!" he shouted again, his voice reverberating down the empty hallway with an intensity that left no room for argument. A few people visibly flinched, eyes wide, and in a few tense seconds, the once-taunting crowd dispersed, each person slipping away under Jimin's dark, unyielding stare. Silence reclaimed the corridor as the last of them disappeared, leaving only Jimin and Hiya behind.