Just One More Tear to Cry

Part 8

Jimin couldn't remember when he had collapsed on the floor, his tears having long since dried on his cheeks. The candles that once bathed the room in a warm glow were now mere stubs of wax, leaving the space shrouded in darkness. The room felt suffocating, the silence heavy and oppressive. It took several minutes for Jimin to piece together the events of the past few hours, and a fresh wave of tears brimmed in his eyes. Pushing away the painful thoughts that clouded his mind, Jimin slowly stood up and switched on the room lights. The red roses scattered around the room were now pale and wilted, a stark contrast to their morning beauty.

Jimin moved slowly towards his luggage, searching for something to wear, as he was still clad in his wedding attire from the morning. Pulling out a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, he turned to head to the bathroom. Suddenly, the room door opened, and a heavily drunk Jungkook stumbled in, supported by a hotel worker.

"Excuse me, sorry to trouble you, sir, but your husband was causing a disturbance in the bar. We had no choice but to bring him here."

"Oh, I am sorry. Thank you very much for bringing him."

Jimin rushed to take Jungkook from the worker's hold. The hotel worker exited the room, closing the door behind him, and Jimin struggled to guide Jungkook to the bed. It was difficult, as Jungkook was much larger and heavier than Jimin had anticipated. The stench of alcohol made Jimin's stomach churn, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand.

"Stay the fuck away, bitch! Don't ever think of touching me with your filthy hands!"

"Hyung... Let me help you... please..."

Jungkook stopped moving and turned towards Jimin. If Jimin said he wasn't afraid, it would have been a lie. He knew very well that Jungkook's anger could be deadly. The look in Jungkook's eyes was wild, unfocused, and filled with a rage that sent chills down Jimin's spine. Jimin feared for his life as Jungkook's grip tightened painfully around his cheeks.

"What did you say? Help? You are going to help me? Are you kidding me, Park Jimin? Oh, I forgot... Jeon Jimin, isn't it? HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME?"

Jungkook yelled, and the next thing Jimin felt was Jungkook's strong hands around his neck. The pressure was excruciating, and Jimin struggled to escape. He felt like he was being lifted off the ground. Even though he tried to speak, the words wouldn't come out properly.

"Aargh... Hyung... Please... stop... hurts... hyung... hyung... can't... breathe... hyung... please... stop..."

"Stop? Stop what? Did you stop when I asked you to leave us alone? Did you stop Appa when he arranged this fucking marriage? Why should I stop? You should have done it. You caused all of this. Now get ready to pay for what you created, Jeon Jimin! Die! Just die! Leave me and my Appa alone and die!"

Jimin tried his best to fight back, but it was useless. He had no choice but to surrender. At least his death might ease Jungkook's pain. Jimin realized this was the end. He couldn't fight or speak against Jungkook. He had no option but to embrace his death. For one last time, he looked at Jungkook with tears streaming down his face.

"I...m....so.....rr....y.........hhh...yu....ng..."

Jimin couldn't say anything more. His vision started to blur, and his heart pounded irregularly. Through his fading vision, the last thing Jimin saw was Jungkook, still yelling at him like a monster. A small smile crept onto Jimin's lips as he closed his eyes, wishing for a peaceful end to his suffering.

"After all this, are you still smiling, bitch?"

Jungkook tightened his grip around Jimin's neck again, yelling at him. Anger, frustration, and a desire for revenge clouded Jungkook's mind, making him oblivious to the small figure struggling for life in front of him. Jungkook was hurt and restless from the sudden changes in his life. He didn't want any of this; his Appa wanted it. Suddenly, his Appa's words echoed in Jungkook's mind.