hickeys and bruises/ Jikook [Completed]

10- No one

as usual...warning

JUNGKOOK pov 

 "Sorry Jungkook. I have to go."

 I glared at him and took few heavy steps closer to him. "Jimin."

He took a step back not even looking at me. "You have no idea. But you're slowly ruining me. Just when I decided to stand up and change my life." I didn't cry. I was angry, he was a coward and suddenly he became selfish too. He never used to be this distanced. 

The one that I loved and felt more comfortable with him than anyone else. The same one is making me to give up. But I had a little strength to try and fight for us. 

 "You should move on too." Was his words.

 He finally looked at me and I saw the same brown eyes that used to look at me with love and adoration. He just stared at me before he turn around and run inside his building. 

 "Jimin! I'm not leaving until we talk!" I shouted and sat down in front of the building entrance. I lean my head on the cold wall. 

 I started thinking. What did I do wrong? Maybe it's because I was too weak. To fight those guys, and myself. 

I was my worst enemy.

I think half an hour passed when a familiar car stopped not far away from the building.

 Great. 

A tall man walked out and walked to me. I moved closer to the wall looking for something to hold on.

 "You stupid brainless idiot!" He shouted and pulled me by my hair. 

I tried to move his hand but he slapped me with his other hand. "Get up! I will fucking kill you!!" I stand up and got pulled by my hair to his car.

 I looked up at Jimin's balcony one last time. He don't even care. 

 A tear fell on my cheek. I asked myself did he ever cared? 

 .

 "What is this?" I asked my dad. He literally throw me at that chair.

 There's new phone and some money on the table. 

"I am a good dad. So I bought you new phone and this is money for tomorrow so you can buy something to eat at school." I snorted and pushed the phone and money away. 

My dad punched the desk with his fist. "Don't act like this. Be happy and thank me instead." 

I looked up at him and shook my head. "Don't ever expect me to thank you. Ever." My eyes were locked with his as I took the things from the table and went to my room. 

I locked the doors and sat on my bed sobbing quietly. 

 "Ugh!" 

Taehyung's shirt was still on me. I took it off and throw it away. I stopped and glanced at it.

 That's rude. 

After I picked up the shirt I decided to wash it so I can give it to him tomorrow.

 Maybe it's better like this. I was alone, no one cared about me. So no one is gonna be sad if I just.

 Disappeared? 

My mind was playing with me. 

Next thing I know I had my eyes on my wrist. The blood was falling in the sink.  My palms started to sweat, and I fumbled my blade. I calmed myself, and pressed it to my wrist again.