❝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 11 pls vote and comment ✶————✶————✶
The doorbell rang, sharp and insistent, jolting Kai from his half-asleep state.
He glanced at the clock—it was nearly midnight. A frown creased his face as he got up, wondering who could be at his door at this hour.
When he opened the door, Jimin was there. His normally composed boyfriend looked utterly disheveled.
His shirt was wrinkled, one side of it untucked, and his hair was a tousled mess. His eyes were red and glassy, his face flushed from alcohol.
“Kai…” Jimin’s voice was slurred, his words tumbling over each other as he leaned heavily against the doorframe.
“I messed up, big time. I’m so sorry.”
Kai’s heart dropped, but he didn’t let it show. He reached out, steadying Jimin before he could fall. “Jimin, you’re drunk. Come inside.”
Jimin stumbled through the doorway, mumbling apologies under his breath. “I... I ruined everything,” he muttered, tears welling in his eyes. “I’m so—so stupid.”
Kai guided him to the couch, helping him sit down. “Jimin, what are you talking about?” he asked gently, crouching in front of him.
Jimin shook his head, his hands clumsily tugging at his hair. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice cracking.
“I... I don’t deserve you. I—I messed everything up, Kai.”
His words broke off as a sob tore from his throat.
Kai’s chest tightened. He had never seen Jimin like this—so vulnerable, so broken.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, taking Jimin’s hands in his. “You’re okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”
“No!” Jimin cried, pulling his hands away. “It’s not okay. I—I fucked up, Kai.” His voice cracked, and his shoulders shook as the tears came harder.
“I hurt you. You don’t even know it yet, but I did, and I—I hate myself for it.”
Kai didn’t know what to say. Instead, he gently pulled Jimin into his arms, holding him as he cried.
“You’re drunk and exhausted,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you, okay?”
Jimin didn’t resist as Kai helped him to his feet and guided him toward the bathroom.
He stayed silent as Kai gently peeled off his shirt and jeans, his movements slow and careful, like handling a fragile piece of glass.
Kai turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade down before guiding Jimin under the spray.
Jimin stood there, his head bowed, silent tears mixing with the water on his face.
Kai grabbed a washcloth, gently scrubbing away the remnants of makeup and the smell of whiskey clinging to Jimin’s skin.
