[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

33; Frayed Bond

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JUNGKOOK

Walking towards the living room, I hear faint sounds of Jimin's voice—sounds like he's talking on the phone with someone. Carefully entering the living room, I take a seat on the sofa, making sure to not alarm him with my presence.

But, as if he can sense my presence, he turns around right away facing me. His eyes still glimmer with anxiety—and something I dislike to admit, fear—when our gazes meet. He immediately ends the call and fixes his sitting posture to face me properly.

"I was talking to Jiyeon noona," He breaks the silence, answering my unask question.

Oh, baby, please don't be scared of me like this...

"Oh, okay," That's all I can mutter as a reply and the air between us fills with an awkward silence.

Jimin fidgets with his fingers, his gaze flickering between me and the floor as if he's unsure of what to say next. I can feel the tension thickening in the air, suffocating and heavy, weighing down on both of us like a leaden blanket.

"Hyung, I'm...I'm sorry," He murmurs after what it feels like forever. "I really didn't mean to walk into—"

"Can we not talk about that?" He immediately looks down at my snappy tone and I hate myself for that. I don't even know why I can't bring myself to talk properly to him!

"I'm sorry," He looks down—and damn him for keep chewing his lips like that.

"Do you really have to make it so obvious that you were crying?" My harsh tone makes him shake his head in a hurry. "Did you tell your noona well enough about how much of a bastard I was last night?"

Damn you, Jeon Jungkook. Keep fuck things up like this!

"Hyung, I swear, I didn't say anything about last night to noona—"

"So you admit that I was a bastard last night?" My accusing tone makes him sigh and shake his head.

Silence simmers between us for what it feels like forever. Let me admit one more thing—I can't think of anything other than bend him over that damn sofa and fuck him until he forgets his own name.

"Hyung, it's not like that..." Jimin's voice trails off, his words hanging in the air like a delicate thread.

"Then what is it like, Jimin?" I snap, unable to keep the venom from seeping into my tone. "Enlighten me."

Jimin flinches at my harsh words, his shoulders slumping in defeat. I can see the hurt and frustration etched into the lines of his face, and for a moment, I regret my harsh words.

"I just..." he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, "I just wanted to talk to someone, hyung. I needed... I needed someone to listen, to understand..."

His words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning, and I feel a twinge of guilt gnawing at my insides. But I push it aside, burying it beneath layers of resentment and pride.

"So you chose her over me?" I can't help the bitterness that seeps into my voice, poisoning the air between us with its toxic presence.

"No, hyung, it's not like that," he protests, his voice tinged with desperation. "I just... I didn't know what else to do..."

His words are like a dagger to my heart, piercing through the icy facade I've built around myself. But I refuse to let them break me, to let him see just how much he's hurt me.