❝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 15 ✶————✶————✶
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway as Jimin shoved a bag under his bed and frantically pulled open his mother’s bedroom door.
The room was quiet, untouched by the chaos outside, but it felt colder now.
He barely glanced at the pristine space, his eyes immediately locking onto the drawer where the cash was kept.
Jimin swallowed hard. This was real. This was happening.
His hands trembled as he yanked open the drawer, scattering papers as he grabbed fistfuls of bills—any and every document that could help them.
Anything that would keep him and Kyara safe. His heart hammered in his chest, but his mind felt numb.
He wasn’t sure if what he was doing was the right thing, but there was no turning back now.
Kyara appeared in the doorway, her face pale, her hands shaking as she held onto the only other bag she had.
She’d packed everything she could fit, but there was still that look in her eyes—the kind of look that screamed uncertainty and fear.
“Jimin…” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rush of their frantic movements.
“Are you sure? I mean, are we really doing this? Can we really leave everything behind? Everything we’ve ever known?”
Her question hung in the air like a weight neither of them wanted to face.
But they had no choice. The thought of staying—of living another day under the thumb of their toxic families—was a death sentence in itself.
Jimin’s stomach twisted painfully as he stuffed the last of the bills into his bag, his fingers brushing over the documents that represented his escape.
The final traces of his old life.
“We don’t have a choice, Kyara,” Jimin muttered, his voice tight. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he turned to face her.
She looked so small in the dim light of the hallway, so fragile. “We’re running away from all of this. From our families, from the people who’ve hurt us. We can’t stay. Not anymore.”
Kyara nodded slowly, but Jimin could see the hesitation in her eyes. She wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe they could be free, but the reality of it was terrifying.
“Let’s go,” Jimin said, breaking the silence, his voice hardening with resolve. There was no more time for second thoughts.
They rushed out of the room, barely acknowledging the housekeepers standing nearby, their gaze wide with confusion as they watched them leave.
