❝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 13 ✶————✶————✶
The kiss lingered in the air like a ghost, haunting them as Jungkook and Jimin stood frozen, their breaths mingling in the cool night.
The world around them seemed to dim, leaving only the quiet hum of distant cars and the faint rustle of leaves.
And then came the sound that shattered everything—the sharp, deliberate click of heels against the pavement.
Jimin’s head snapped toward the noise, his heart sinking as Mrs. Park stepped into view.
She stood beneath the dim glow of the streetlamp, her polished exterior only accentuating the fury simmering beneath.
Her designer bag hung limply in her hand, her perfectly styled hair framing a face taut with anger and something dangerously close to despair.
Her gaze burned as it locked onto Jungkook. “What,” she hissed, her voice trembling with restrained fury, “the hell is going on here?”
Jimin felt his stomach drop, his pulse hammering in his ears. “Mom?” he choked out, his voice barely audible.
But Mrs. Park ignored him entirely. Her eyes were fixed on Jungkook, her anger flaring like a live wire.
She took a step closer, her heels clicking like gunshots on the pavement. “What happened, Jungkook?”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, the faintest flicker of unease flashing across his face.
“Haejin,” he began, his voice measured but cold, “I’ve told you to stop interfering in my business—and stop touching me without my consent.”
He pushed her hand away sharply as she reached for him.
Her lips parted in shock, but her expression twisted quickly into rage. “This is your fault!” she snapped, her voice rising. Her hand shot out to point at Jimin, venom dripping from every word.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend?”
Jimin blinked, his mind spinning in confusion. Her boyfriend? That’s what she was angry about? That’s what mattered to her?
“What is wrong with you?” she spat, turning fully to Jimin. Her manicured nails curled into fists at her sides.
“Do you think this is some kind of game? Are you so desperate for attention that you’d throw yourself at the only man who’s ever cared about me?!”
“Wait, what—” Jimin stammered, his voice shaking.
“You disgust me,” she interrupted, her voice cracking with bitterness. “You don’t understand what it’s like—to be ignored, forgotten.
To go through years of marriage where your husband can’t even look at you anymore because all he sees is a mother, not a woman!”
“Mom, stop,” Jimin said, his voice faltering, his chest tightening painfully.
