"So you're just gonna keep playing house with Kai? One whisper and I'll expose your little secret. You know what I want, and deep down, you're begging for it."
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"You think I'd ever give in to you? You're just a cocky bully."
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Chapter 6 ✶————✶————✶
Jimin stood alone in the storage room, the walls closing in on him, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breath.
The echoes of Jungkook's cruel words rang in his ears, sharp and unforgiving.
It had all happened so quickly, a whirlwind of humiliation and confusion, and now Jimin felt like he was crumbling like the pieces of him that had once been whole were splintering apart.
The shame weighed on him, pressing against his ribs like a thousand-pound stone.
It was suffocating, relentless. His heart had been racing when Jungkook had been there, but now, with the silence in the room, he could feel it slowing, the heavy thud of each beat a reminder of how trapped he truly was.
He let out a shaky breath, but the tears were unstoppable. They filled his eyes, blurring his vision as they spilled down his cheeks.
His hands shook as he pressed them against his face, desperately trying to stop the sobs, but they kept coming—raw, uncontrollable.
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. His pride, his dignity—everything he had built his life around—was slipping through his fingers.
He had tried to hold on, tried to keep up the mask of confidence, of control, but now… it was all falling apart.
Jimin sank to his knees, his body trembling, his head spinning with the weight of everything that had just happened.
The humiliation, the feeling of helplessness—it was suffocating, and no matter how hard he tried to push it away, it was there, gnawing at him from the inside.
This is who you are now, Jimin, he thought bitterly. Nothing more than a pawn to Jungkook’s whims.
The thought of Kai, of the one person who had ever made him feel truly alive, was the only thing that kept him from completely breaking.
But even Kai was at risk now, and that thought twisted something deep inside him.
What if Jungkook found out?
What if he used Kai too?
The fear of losing the only light in his life was almost worse than the darkness he felt suffocating him now.
He forced himself to his feet, his legs unsteady as he pushed open the door of the storage room, stepping into the quiet hallway.
