❝I ought to fuck the brat out of you until you can't talk back."❞
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❝But you won't❞
Jimin, the privileged class president, hides his relationship with Kai from everyone until Jungkook threatens to blow their secret wide open. With a career...
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Chapter five [M]
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Jimin's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped out of the sleek black car and onto the school campus.
The usual buzz of students filled the air, but today it all felt distant, like he was watching from behind a glass wall.
His body moved on autopilot as he made his way through the courtyard, his mind consumed by the inevitable encounter with Jungkook.
Jungkook had made it clear: Jimin was his now. And he wasn't about to let him forget it.
The hallways were crowded, but Jimin barely noticed the faces around him.
His steps were slow, hesitant, as though he was trying to delay the moment he knew was coming.
Every time he rounded a corner, his eyes darted nervously, searching for that familiar dark gaze that always seemed to find him.
He reached his locker, his hand hovering above the handle when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He didn't need to look at the screen to know who it was.
Jungkook: "Meet me in the old storage room. Now."
Jimin's hand tightened around his phone as he read the message.
His stomach twisted into knots as he stared at the words, feeling the weight of the command like a stone in his chest.
The old storage room was in the farthest wing of the school, rarely used and hidden away from the main traffic of students.
Jungkook had chosen it deliberately-it was the perfect place for them to meet in secret, away from prying eyes.
Letting out a shaky breath, Jimin pocketed his phone and started walking down the hall.
His feet felt heavy, every step taking him closer to something he wasn't ready for. He could feel his pulse in his ears, each beat a reminder of the power Jungkook held over him.
As he neared the old storage room, the hallway became quieter, more deserted.
The usual buzz of school life faded away, leaving only the sound of his own footsteps echoing off the walls.
The door to the storage room was slightly ajar, as if waiting for him, and Jimin hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the handle before he finally pushed it open.
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