❝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 14 ✶————✶————✶
Jimin’s footsteps echoed down the hallway, each step like a drumbeat pounding through the silence.
His breathing was shallow, irregular, a sign of the chaos inside his mind. The revelation about Jungkook and his mother had hit him harder than he’d ever imagined.
It was like someone had shoved a jagged shard of glass into his chest, and now it was lodged there, twisting with every thought.
Painfully.
Heart fucking wrenching.
The weight of it refused to lift, even as he stumbled into his room, slamming the door shut behind him, as if the thin barrier between him and the rest of the world could stop it all.
He leaned against the door, staring blankly at the floor, as though he could find answers there.
His hands shook, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. He clenched them into fists, the skin over his knuckles turning white, but it didn’t help.
His heart still felt like it was cracking open, one painful fracture at a time.
"This is my life now," he thought bitterly, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. "My mom dating the one person that ruined my life. The one person I…
The thought caught in his throat, and he cut it off before it could take root.
He couldn’t afford to think like that. Not now. Not ever again. "Fuck him" he muttered under his breath, trying to erase the lingering taste of betrayal, trying to claw his way out of the suffocating anger that was wrapping around him like a noose.
"Fuck them all."
Another laugh bubbled up, but it was hollow, bitter. His whole body felt cold, like the room had suddenly turned into a frozen, desolate place.
His thoughts were like shards of broken glass, each one more jagged and painful than the last.
He wanted to scream, to tear something apart, to release the raw, jagged frustration that had built up inside him for so long.
But he didn’t. Instead, he just stood there, frozen in the suffocating silence of his room, feeling like the walls were closing in.
“It's going to be find” Jimin whispered to himself, shaking his head as if he could shake off the thoughts that were poisoning him.
The words echoed in the emptiness, bouncing off the walls of his mind. But it didn’t matter. The damage was done. He was broken, and there was no fixing.
Soon a knock broke the quiet. It came soft, hesitant, like someone afraid of being rejected.
His first instinct was to ignore it, to retreat further into the corner of his world where no one could hurt him.
