Toy | bts x reader

8

- Your pov -

As soon as Mina closes the door, I slump onto the bed.

Why am I here. Why me?

I get up and brush my teeth, wash my face and dry my face. Lazily, I walk slowly towards the vanity mirror and put my hand on either side of the desk.

"Okay, I'll go get ready. I hope this works," I hear someone say. 
Is that Mina?
I shrug it off, it's none of my business anyway...

I turn to the bed and study each outfit. There are 3 in total.

The outfit furthest to the left has a white t shirt, black skirt suspenders, a blue denim jacket and black platform shoes.
Too revealing. It's too soon.

The next outfit is too formal. A black pencil dress, beige shoes and a long beige coat.
I'm not going to a frickin meeting or something.

The final outfit hits me hard. A grey tank-top, blue denim ripped jeans, timbs and a red and black flannel. It was almost the same outfit I bought when I first met Jungkook..
"I wonder how he's doing.."

Along with the clothes is a new set of underwear. Although I didn't want to wear the lacey black fabrics, I might as well, just to make the most of the time I'm here.

I put on the clothes and head downstairs and see the side of Jimin's head from the couch looking down on his phone.
Psht, rich people and their phones.

I lean on the doorframe. He looks cute in these clothes. An oversized grey sweater, black ripped skinny jeans and black timberland boots.

"Are you done staring, baby?"

I roll my eyes and give him an icy glare and stay silent.

- Jimin's pov -

I look up at her because she's taking so long to answer. Shivers are being sent down my spine as my eyes widen at her reaction.

She's pretty good at the stare.

"You're never gonna answer if I call you that, hm?"

"Nope," she replies as she walks to sit next to me.

"You know Y/N," I say, sliding my hand to her thigh and the other to put my phone in my pocket. "Most girls would love to be in your situation."

She quickly pushes me hand off her and stands up.
She's so cute... Goddammit Park Jimin! Why am I feeling so soft towards her?

She folds her arms, "Oh, yes. Most girls would love to be used like a toy and be thrown into the hands of a playboy."

- Your pov -

I turn away from him.

What a fucking dick.

All of a sudden, I feel warmth being wrapped around me. Reminds me of those countless nights when Jungkook would tuck me in bed to comfort me from that idiot of an auntie. I wish he was here... Does he even remember me?

"Y/N... Mianhae.. I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm so sorry," he talk-whispers in my ear. His sudden acts of sweetness has me on the verge of crying.

I lower my head, trying to hide my face as he spins my around to look towards him. As he lifts my chin up slowly, I meet his concerned eyes.

Don't cry, Y/N.

"You're not a toy, Y/N. I won't let anyone touch you like you're just an object."
Tears begin to prick my eyes.