Toy - [JIKOOK]

《chapter 8》

[jimin's pov]

the ride home was anything but tedious. familiar streets and the blur of greenery streamed alongside the slightly stained windows, drips of past rain softly embedding into the glass. junghyun's eyes occasionally flickered to glance at me, the marks on full display as he had unbuttoned the upper part of my shirt to expose the deep violet blossoms along my neck. flustered, i ran a trembling hand through my hair, noticing the uncomfortable silence twinging the air to have a sour atmosphere. absentmindedly, junghyun's hand was placed on my exposed thigh, patting the material of the skirt softly. i gazedout of the window a little longer, before turning my head to glimpse at junghyun, the car rolling to a halt at the red light. he sighed deeply, before he raised his hand to run it through my hair, fingers catching on the clip.

"who with?" he questioned quietly, voice strained yet tender. i loosened his hand from my hair, intertwining our fingers as he began driving again, singlehandedly steering the car down to the quiet road leading to our own. i stifled an embarrassed cry, heat flushing to my cheeks, throat constricting as i attempted to speak. he faintly chuckled, eyes flitting to the road as he turned again, reversing the car smoothly into a bay. grinning, he unlocked the car and lead me out silently. again, his hand gripped onto my own as he unlocked the door and the two of us entered the large house, listening to the quiet clicks of our shoes. 

"jungh-," i tried, voice catching as i surprised myself with how loud i was. he looked at me, lips pursed into a thin line.

"tell me who," he reiterated, closing the door behind the two of us and locking the large door. stepping to take off his shoes, i chose the moment to turn on the lights of the large corridor and proceeded to slip my own shoes off and placing them alongside the chic storage cupboard that stood against the wall.

"he was just someone... i-i-"

"a name, jimin," he snapped coldly, forcing my eyes to avert to him due to his surprisingly expressionless tone of voice.

"j-junghy-," i tried, but the grip on my hand tightened, as junghyun tilted his head forwards. his bangs covered his eyelids as they slipped closed, eyebrows pinching to form light wrinkles in the smooth skin of his forehead. letting go of my hand, he cupped my cheek without looking at me. suddenly, the soft drop of a tear soaked into the material of his jacket.

"why am i not enough? because i'm unsatisfactory?  not good enough - poorly built?" he whispered, frozen gasps and choked whimpers crystallizing against each syllable that left against his tongue. eyelashes kissed the tears that poured past his eyes and dribbled down over the unnoticed bags that hung beneath his closed eyes, lost hours sipping cautiously at the sorrow that flowed past. i reached up to wipe the pain away, feeling the prickling sadness beneath my fingertips. leaving a kiss against my hand, junghyun finally looked at me, eyes stained with the mixture of tiredness and anguish. 

"junghyun it.. it's not that i just - i got carried away, i - i swear!" i tried again, my own lips trembling.

fuck, jimin, if you fuck this up where are you gonna go? your parents won't fucking take you and this rich bastard is finally done with your playing. bravo jimin, bra-fucking-vo.

"jimin, but you've been like this all the time. and then when it comes to us, it's intimate but why do others have the chance to touch you when it should just be me with that privilege? i'm - i'm surprised i haven't said this sooner, but jimin i love you b-but... this... it's been going on for so long. i know i'd love you forever, but what's the point of keeping the other person if they don't even love you half as much? how can i jimin? i know you smile when i do, but love isn't just that... love is loyalty. i love my baby, forever," he whispered, both hands cradling my face as the burning hot sensation of shameful tears seared my cheeks and eyes. he hushed me softly, just like he always did when i cried. the pitiful, broken smile moulded onto his lips as i continued to sob loudly, winding my arms around his torso and crying into his chest. again, his velvety voice continued to calm me down, light kisses pressing into the crown of my head. 

it felt normal, but not right. i couldn't resist the burning desire to have a different set of arms around me, a different voice whispering empty love into my ear. 

a different set of lips pressing against my own - a larger pair of hands skimming across my hips.

"junghyun d-does th-this mean-"

"i'm sorry jiminnie, i just-,"

suddenly, the loud clatter of keys interrupted his sentence, followed by the aggressive banging of the door and obnoxious bag rustling.

"junghyun! i bought food come let's-

jimin?"

"j-jungkook?"

asjdkkdasdkakdladakscksn sorry it's short i wrote this in my break and it's all i could manage! i'm sorry for being gone for so long but thank you all for being the best and most patient people in the world! i love you all thank you!

- cute-namjoonie ♡