❝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 17
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The words echoed in his mind, stabbing through the silence, each syllable a wound that couldn't be undone.
They reverberated in his skull, cutting deeper with each passing second.
Dead. She's dead.
The sound of it was a constant hum, like a mantra he couldn't escape.
His mind screamed at him to make sense of it, to find some reason, some explanation, but there was nothing-nothing but the cold, unforgiving truth.
His knees buckled under him.
The weight of everything collapsed into one crushing moment.
His body crumpled, and he fell to the floor, hands scrambling for support on the smooth, unforgiving tiles of the bathroom.
The stark white tiles stared back at him, indifferent to his pain, indifferent to the devastation that had torn apart everything he thought he knew.
Jimin could feel the chill of the floor, sinking into his skin, grounding him in the reality he wanted so desperately to avoid.
He curled into himself, his breaths shallow and ragged, as if each inhale might bring him back from this nightmare.
But no amount of air would help. No amount of denial would change the truth.
Kyara is gone.
The distant wail of an ambulance siren sounded, too far away, too late. But it was all he could focus on, as he continued to tremble on the floor, fingers pressing into his scalp as if trying to squeeze the horrible truth out of his head.
Footsteps.
Frantic.
Quick.
The door slammed open, and then voices-loud, urgent voices, cutting through the chaos of his mind.
"We need to check for a pulse."
A shadow loomed over him, but Jimin didn't look up. He couldn't. Not yet. Not when he still had hope-foolish hope-that it wasn't true, that maybe they were wrong.
"No pulse," the paramedic confirmed, his voice flat, devoid of anything Jimin could hold onto.
Jimin's chest tightened, but his body wouldn't react. His mind screamed, but his limbs froze-too terrified to move, too stunned to do anything other than sit there, cowering, shaking in the corner of the room.
