You Never Know [JIKOOK]

46. No(thing)

"I thought I could handle these alone, but I'm wrong." Jimin said, his voice cracking as he looked out at the vast, moonlit ocean. The waves crashed gently against the shore, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside him. "I thought I was strong enough to face these challenges." He shook his head, his shoulders slumping with a weight that seemed to crush him.

They were sitting on the beach, the same spot where Jimin had broken down ten days ago. It was three in the morning, but Jimin had insisted on a walk, and Jungkook, ever the devoted husband, couldn't refuse. He held Jimin's hand tightly, his fingers tracing the lines of Jimin's palm, as if trying to anchor him to reality. "Hey, I told you, you don't need to face it alone. I'm here, okay?" he said, his voice soft and reassuring, his eyes fixed on Jimin's face.

But Jimin didn't even glance at him. He was still staring at the sea, his gaze lost in the distant horizon. "Why am I being punished like this?" he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why am I always being hurt when the fact I didn't do anything bad?" His voice was laced with pain, a raw, unfiltered emotion that tore at Jungkook's heart.

Jungkook's eyes filled with guilt as he remembered the ways he had hurt Jimin in the past. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice heavy with remorse.

Jimin bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to erupt. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the tears were already spilling down his cheeks, tracing paths of sorrow on his pale skin. "I just want to end everything," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

Jungkook's face paled. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, fear gripping his heart. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Jimin, not after everything they had been through.

Jimin slowly turned to look at him, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. "I want to make them pay for what they did to my family." His voice was low, but it held a power that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. "I will continue my undone plan"

Undone plan? Jungkook asked himself but he erase that though for now. Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest. "Hey, let the police handle abou-" he began, but Jimin cut him off.

"No," Jimin shook his head, his voice firm and unwavering. "They don't deserve anything but nothing." His voice was laced with venom, a chilling reminder of the pain he had endured.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Jimin's face. He looked different now, his usual gentle demeanor replaced by a steely resolve that both frightened and fascinated him. He doesn't know who had killed Jimin's father, he only knew that Nathalie was the mastermind behind all of Jimin's suffering.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Okay," he agreed, his voice a mere whisper. "I will let you. But promise me that you will let me help you. That you will tell me everything before you do what you want to do." He gently placed Jimin's head on his shoulder, their eyes both fixed on the rolling waves. "Because I wouldn't let you do that by yourself. I wouldn't bear to see you being hurt again. Okay, baby?"

Jimin nodded, his eyes still filled with a burning anger, but a flicker of trust, a glimmer of hope, shone through. He knew he couldn't do this alone. He needed Jungkook, even if he didn't want to admit it.

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"Jimin was with me." Jungkook said, his voice soft as he gently combed Jimin's hair, who was sleeping peacefully on his chest.

They were in Jungkook's apartment. Jimin hadn't wanted to come here at first, but Jungkook had insisted, and Jimin, exhausted and emotionally drained, hadn't had the energy to argue.

It was already 5:30 in the morning. They had left the beach after watching the breathtaking sunset from afar.

"Really?" Jin's voice was laced with shock and a hint of desperation. "C-can we talk to him?" His voice was full of hope, a hope that Jungkook couldn't help but share.