Stuck With You | Jikook | Complete

Chapter 28. Nightmare.

Jimin was sipping coffee from the mug in his hand, his gaze fixed on nothing as he was lost in his thoughts. The day's events, especially Jungkook's actions, had left him deeply unsettled. Jungkook's behavior made Jimin question many things. Should he run away and hide? Would it be better to shut out the alpha and never see him again? Could he even manage to escape? Would Jungkook let him go or allow him to live peacefully?

Jimin pondered these questions, trying to decide what to do. Staying here meant watching Jungkook marry someone else while being asked to remain a secret. The thought of being Jungkook's hidden affair, a "secret sin," as Jungkook had put it, was unbearable. Jimin couldn't bear the pain and humiliation of such a role. He wanted more than just being a hidden part of Jungkook's life.

As he stared into his coffee, the steam rising and swirling like his messed up thoughts, Jimin felt trapped. The warmth of the mug in his hands was a clear contrast to the coldness he felt inside his heart. Each sip of coffee was a small comfort, but it didn't solve his dilemma. His mind kept racing, considering every possible option and their consequences. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He wanted to break free from this but didn't know how. The idea of leaving the alpha seemed the only option.

A sigh left the omega's mouth. As if Jungkook would let him decide all of this. As if Jimin could simply ask to be let go and Jungkook would happily agree and bid him farewell.

Jimin knew how crazy Jungkook was and what he would do if Jimin tried to run away or leave him. The alpha—or, more accurately, the mafia lord—wouldn't hesitate to kill all the guards assigned to Jimin's security. Jungkook might also kill Lisa or his friends from the theater, thinking they might know where Jimin was hiding. Jimin was a famous celebrity in South Korea and many other Asian countries, making it difficult to avoid being recognized by fans. And if Jimin thought of hiding in Western countries, he knew it wouldn't take long for Jungkook's men or his Western underworld allies to find him. Jimin couldn't hide forever; he would need to work and live in an unknown world.

Every aspect of every decision lingered in Jimin's mind as he sipped his coffee. He felt trapped, unable to make rational decisions when dealing with such a powerful mafia lord.

Jimin sighed and placed the mug on the side table, massaging his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut. He snuggled deeper under the warmth of the blanket, seeking comfort in its embrace. The weight of his thoughts was overwhelming, and the uncertainty of his future loomed large.

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Jimin was running through a dark alley, panting heavily, clutching a small duffle bag filled with only a few necessities. He held the bag tightly against his chest, knowing his passport, important IDs, and a little cash were inside, enough to start a new life. As he ran, he could hear the guards getting closer, despite his careful attempt to sneak out of the penthouse. His heart trembled when a familiar voice echoed through the dark alley.

Jimin turned his head, his face flushed and drenched with tears, disheveled strands of hair falling over his eyes. Fear was evident in his teary gaze. He wanted to run far away from all of this, but he saw Jungkook striding towards him.

Jungkook could see Jimin running ahead. Despite Jungkook's speed, the omega remained just out of reach. Jungkook's guards lagged behind, unable to keep pace with the small, fragile-looking omega. Everything around Jungkook seemed to move in slow motion, though his heart was pounding and his thoughts raced like lightning. He watched as Jimin stopped in the middle of the dividing road, his panic rising.

"Jimin, move away from the road! Don't stand there like that!" he shouted, but to his utter surprise, the omega began to laugh. The bag Jimin had held so dearly was now lying carelessly on the road. Jimin, in his torn red dress, stood there like a porcelain doll—but a sad one. His laughter was hollow and echoed eerily through the night, contrasting sharply with the surrounding darkness.