The beautiful boy paused for a moment, blushing feveriously before running his frail fingers through his hair, fixing stands of his pastel purple hair.
"Of course I'll go on a date with you, Hobi-hyung," I sighed in a relief at the younger boy's words, grabbing his left hand and placing a faint kiss onto it.
Next, I dragged Taehyung into my parent's house, racing past my sister and mom in my living room, and throwing Tae into my room.
"Eager are we?" the pastel-haired boy smirked, plopping down onto my bed, white sheets pooling around him.
"Fuck you," I chuckled, waltzing further into the room and stepping in between his legs, placing my rough hands on his soft, skin-tight skinny jeans covering his thick thighs.
"How about you do that?" Taehyung winked, left pointer finger tracing his lips, eyes filled with mischief and taunt.
"Don't tempt me, Taehyung-ah," I threatened, hands traveling closer to his groin, casually sliding along the path of his jeans.
"Who said I was tempting?" he then wrapped his right hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face towards his while whispering, "I don't play games, hyung," before forcefully slamming his lips on mine, and my hand finally grasping his manhood.
--
jimin pov
me - i thought i loved you too kookie but i just can't seem to anymore
After sending this text I received no reply. Just a taunting "read at 10:35 pm" message laced onto the screen, making me regret my choice of words more than I wanted.
Without a hint of regret I typed -
me - we need to talk this out. i'll come over tomorrow, if that's ok
Almost immediately I received a reply -
jungkook - (i changed his contact name) of course you can come over, please come over. I miss you. I need to see you. Is 11 am ok ??
me - 11 am is fine, i'll be there
jungkook - thank you so much chonsa, you won't regret it i promise. i love you.
The "I love you" added to the end of his text tore my heart in two. Last week, I would have been ecstatic at the reply, acting giddy while skipping all over my room, fangirling over my boyfriend.
Fuck. Should I break up with him? My thoughts weren't clear at the moment, but I think I would have my mind made up by tomorrow when we talked at his house.
-- (time break, same pov)
I was nervous. Beyond nervous, that is. I was in my car, outside of Jungkook's house, debating with myself whether I should go inside or not. I didn't have to decide because I got a text -
jungkook - hey, don't want to be annoying, but are you coming today ?
me - i'm here already. see u inside.
Palms sweaty, I opened the door of my car, stepping outside and walking up to the Jeon's doorstep. Well, it's now or never.
I swung open the front door of the house, taking my black boots off at the door, like I'm supposed to.
"Jimin?" I heard my boyfriend's voice descend from the tall, wooden staircase. Light footsteps rung through the house as Jungkook stood in front of me in his full glory. Tousled hair, bloodshot eyes, purple hues resting under his eyes, chapped lips, minimal acne, barefaced, pale skin. He looked dead, lifeless, empty. His outfit was simple, consisting of a white t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, white socks covering his feet.
"Hey," I seemed to have breathed out the words, stuffing my shaking hands into the front pockets of my black skinny jeans.
"I missed you so much," he whispered, with a steady gaze on his white socks.
"We need to talk, Jungkook," I rushed the words out, not wanted to say anything I would regret. I didn't want to forgive the boy so easily, he broke my heart and the trust I had in him. Jeon didn't help though, looking back up at me with teary doe eyes, nodding curtly.
He gestured over to the living room, and I nodded, understanding, while following Jeon's steps.
Once reaching the destined room, he sat down on the large, black leather couch, and told me to sit down, offering a drink or snack.
"No thanks, I'm alright. Thank you though," I twiddled my thumbs, palms moist, fingers twitching feveriously.
"Jimin," Jungkook's deep voice seemed to awake me from my daydreaming, my wandering mind now focused on the young boy's deep gaze, midnight orbs boring into mine.
"Jungkook," I breathed out, my voice shaking as my fingers stopped their relentless twitching.
"I know you don't want to hear 'I'm sorry,' but that's all I've learned how to say. I'm not good with apologies, even with words for that matter. I don't know what to say, I just want your forgiveness. Since I betrayed you, I haven't been able to act the same. My thoughts never leave you, and you're always on my mind. I can't think straight, not that anything about me was straight anyways," he paused hearing my small chuckle, face breaking into a small smile, "I know my mother probably told you about when Taehyung and I dated. You probably thought I wanted to be in a relationship with him again. You were wrong, if so. I want nothing to do with him. All I want and need is you, Park Jimin. I've never loved someone in the way I love you. I've never held a connection this long, never held this type of adoration towards an individual. You're special, beautiful, amazing, talented, my chonsa."
"Okay Jeon. Let's see how you do gaining my trust back."
End
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this has nothing to do with this chapter, but JAEBUM FUCK
