Taehyung swallowed down his tears, "I am sorry, baby, but I'm ready to hurt anyone to make you mine and happy."
Jungkook was wiping his tears continuously while sitting inside the car. "Please don't hurt my loved ones to love me , Taehyung Hyung."
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—06.08.2042—
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'How the hell you make me fall in love with you?'
. . .
Jimin groaned as he clutched his hair, the pain in his head throbbing mercilessly. He opened his eyes, only to find himself in an unfamiliar bedroom.
The soft mattress beneath him felt comforting, yet the baby pink and white walls were disorienting, almost too pretty—like a room made just for him.
"Where am I? Aish, this headache is unbearable," Jimin muttered, patting his forehead with a bit too much force, hoping to alleviate the pain, but it was futile.
He held his hair tightly, trying to piece together the events of the previous night, but everything was a blur. The only thing he could recall was being drunk and a stranger dragging him somewhere against his will.
Panic surged through him as his eyes widened, fear clouding his thoughts. His body trembled at the realization that he had spent the night with someone he didn’t know.
He looked down at himself, pulling the blanket away to reveal that he was wearing a pair of shorts and a thin, oversized t-shirt.
"W- who changed my clothes? D- did he... did he touch me?" Jimin stammered, his breath hitching in his throat. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he felt a wave of disgust wash over him. The thought of someone violating him made his skin crawl. Anger bubbled within him; he vowed to find the stranger who had forced him and make him pay. Little did he know, that stranger was already dead in his mind for even thinking of touching him.
Suddenly, a voice broke through his spiraling thoughts. "Hey, are you feeling better now?"
Jimin snapped his head toward the source of the voice, and his heart sank. It was Yoongi.
His eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of disgust and betrayal flooding his senses. He never thought Yoongi could be involved in something like this. Doubts began to creep in, and he couldn’t shake the thought that the stranger from last night might have been none other than Yoongi himself.
In a rush of adrenaline, Jimin jumped off the bed and hurried toward Yoongi, his heart racing with a mix of fear and anger.
"Is your head—"
Before Yoongi could finish his sentence, he reached out to touch Jimin's flushed cheeks, which stung from the hard slap he had received. In a blind rage, Jimin retaliated, slapping Yoongi across the face without even hearing him out.
Overwhelmed by his chaotic thoughts, he had completely misunderstood the situation, making a rash decision based on the fragmented memories of the previous night.
