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"Unsaid words"

[Edited]

If you don't want to read Jungkook's POV, you can skip this chapter.

I especially edited the ending because I didn't want him to have such a miserable ending. Come on, guys—my Jikook heart hurts while reading this.

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Chapter Fifteen

"Unsaid words"

"Fuck!"

Namjoon laughed mockingly at the younger man whose face had gone pale. "So, Jungkookie—where's my new motorbike?" A wide, smug grin spread across his face as he looked at Jungkook.

Jungkook's eye twitched with anger. "It's just chess. You can't be serious."

Namjoon snorted. "A deal is a deal. As a man, you keep your word. You were such a brat for betting your motorbike anyway." He shrugged. "Your loss, my win. Hand over the keys." He held out his palm, open and expectant.

"But hyung!" Jungkook protested, standing so abruptly the chessboard toppled over. "That was a gift from my dad. It cost a fortune!"

Namjoon clicked his tongue, "Okay. Let's change the prize then." Jungkook waited and his eyes widen as the older male continued, "Give me Seokjin instead."

At that exact moment, his boyfriend barged in. "Jungkookie! So, did you win?" Jin asked brightly as he strode over and clung to Jungkook's arm. "I want to go shopping now! You have to buy me the expensive—"

Jungkook raised a hand, cutting Jin off mid-demand. His gaze snapped back to Namjoon, hard and unyielding. "I'm not giving you either. Think of something else. I swear this time I'll comply."

He held Namjoon's stare. The older man hummed, clearly enjoying the tension as he considered it.

Finally, Namjoon let out a disappointed sigh and pointed toward the door, motioning for them to follow.

Once outside, Namjoon leaned back against the wall while Jungkook and Jin stood there, silent and confused.

"Alright. Here's the new deal," Namjoon said casually. "Jimin gets out at four. So you better take a good look."

Jungkook's brows furrowed.

Jimin?

Park Jimin?

The name hit him instantly. Jimin was shy, quiet, and timid. Someone Jungkook had noticed long before, back when they were still kids. They'd been classmates since middle school. How could he not notice?

Jimin was beautiful, but that beauty had made him a target. He'd been bullied relentlessly after being outed. Jungkook remembered watching it happen, remembered doing nothing. Watching had been all he'd done. Watching, and feeling sorry. Even now, that was all he ever did.

He prayed Namjoon meant a different Jimin.

His hope died when a familiar pink-haired figure appeared, humming softly to the music in his earphones as he walked past them.

Namjoon broke the silence.

"Park Jimin. That's him. You get a good look?" He chuckled. "Nice ass, right?"

Jungkook found it disgusting. They mocked him openly, yet probably stripped him naked in their heads a thousand times over.

Jin snorted. "So? What about him?"