perfect man || jikook

thirteen

thirteen—

jimin drove slowly, taking his time to get there even though he really wanted to see hoseok's reaction to how well he was doing. as the car moved down the street, jimin wondering what hoseok had been doing the past few weeks and if he was still with that same woman.

but his thoughts were cut short when he pulled up to his... home, and saw hoseok's car parked out front this time. jimin swallowed nervously, eyes locked on the truck. he didn't know he would start feeling weird, but he managed to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach and exit the car.

slowly, putting one foot in front of the other, he stepped up to the door. he set his hand on the knob, turning it carefully. it was like any noise would scare him at this point, he was so nervous. maybe even scared.

he pushed the door open and stepped inside, looking around and for any sign of hoseok. he did not want to go to the kitchen because he had a bad feeling about going in there, so he went to the bedroom, hoping to find hosoek there.

he quickly tiptoed down the hall and into his room, examining the walls and photographs for the first time in awhile. last time, he had just merely ignored his decorations and focused on clothes.

but this time, he slowed down and looked at each one. each detail and every photography he had on his desk. his eyes came to a stop on a small, thinly framed photograph on his dresser. he frowned.

it was an old picture of hoseok and jimin sitting on a beach together, not doing anything intimate, they were just staring at the horizon, shoulders touching. it had been one of jimin's favorite pictures of them, but now he realized it had lies written all over it.

"look who it is."

jimin's thoughts of anger broke and dissolved just like that. his anger was covered by a wave of sadness and fear the moment he heard that voice. he slowly turned around with his eyes glued to the ground. his eyes slowly traveled up to see the one he had come here to see in the first place.

"h-hoseok," jimin stuttered. hoseok smirked and crossed his arms.

"did you know that used to be my favorite picture of us?" hoseok stepped forward to grab it and he lifted it closer to his face. jimin took a few steps back, keeping his distance for now. "but then i remembered what i was here, living in this house, for. i almost smacked myself in stupidity. i had fallen just a tiny bit for you. but..." hoseok laughed a little. he sounded almost evil.

suddenly hoseok chucked the photo at jimin, but his reflexes saved him from getting hit as he flinched to the side. the photo hit the wall behind him and shattered into glass, the picture buried underneath the broken frame on the floor.

"i remembered i was just using you." hoseok cackled again after seeing the fear in jimin's eyes. he kinda liked it. "i was using you for shelter and food and everything else. i don't think i ever really thought of you as someone special to me."

jimin felt himself tearing up, but he continued to try and push the tears back. he knew all of this already, but it still hurt to hear it.

"y-you don't mean that..." the words were out of jimin's mouth before he knew it.

hoseok growled in anger and slammed jimin up against the wall with a fist raised and ready to slam into jimin's jaw.

"oh yeah?" hoseok seethed angrily. he had had enough of jimin. why couldn't he get it? that hoseok never cared about him and still didn't.

hoseok decided to make him frustrated and confused. he leaned down and connected his lips with jimin's neck. he began angrily sucking and nibbling at his neck. he could tell he liked it, but he was also struggling to get away from him now. hoseok was a little surprised that he was resisting, but he didn't show it. the older shoved jimin up against a different wall and smirked victoriously at him.

"you will give me all of your money and belongings in the next month. if you don't, you'll see what the consequences are." hoseok said lowly into his ear.

jimin was on the verge of tears. he, also, had had enough of hoseok now. jimin shoved hoseok away from him and ran. he ran out of the room, out of the house, and straight to the car, biting his lip to hold in the tears. he left the house he would never call home again, and began heading back to a place he could.

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