You Were Mine -{Jimin ff}

oo Part 12 oo

          I woke up with a terrible headache and Jackson on my side. He had his arms around me snuggled against my chest. The light just made my head hurt even more. "Jackson." He lifted his head up still holding me. "What's wrong bab- I mean Y/N. Does your head hurt?" I felt bad. He was so good to me. My heart should belong to him but it doesn't. I love Jimin. I only love Jimin. My feelings for Jackson are nothing like my feelings for him. I don't love him. "A little. Well really a lot." "Stay here I'll be right back." He came back a few minutes later he came back with some medicine and a cup of water. "Thanks Jackson." I gave him a bright smile. I was completely aware of what happened last night. "Do you want to go somewhere today?" "Why not my headache isn't that bad." "Here I'll be back let me go get you come clothes." I sat around looking throughout the room listening to the tick of the clock. He pushed open the door holding one of his sweatshirts and a pair of jeans. I'm pretty sure his sister has some shirts he could give me or maybe he just likes to see me in his clothes. I took the clothes from him and started putting them on I could tell Jackson was watching. "Where are we planning on going Jackson?" "Just to town I guess we can walk around and probably get some food."

    He found a parking spot along the street. He opened my door for me and reached out for my hand but he hesitated, he stopped. I felt bad and reached out for his hand. He smiled giving me a quick kiss. I held tightly onto his hand walking along the streets. He stopped reaching for his ringing phone. He hung up quickly. "I'm so sorry Y/N stay here I'll be right back." I leaned against the wall nearest to me closing my eyes. I felt like I was being watched it made me so uncomfortable. I opened my eyes and looked forward. Jimin was there. Just staring at me. Why is he every where. "Y/N why are you with him?" "Why the fuck do you care?" "Y/N I still care about you. I want you back." "What the fuck do you think I am?!? Do you think I'm one of your fucking toys?!?" I could tell people were starting to stare but I didn't care. "Well Y/N it's fucking funny how you talk to low about me but how many people have you fucked since we broke up? You're just as bad as I am." "Jimin don't even fucking compare me to you. I'm not like you. Have you ever thought that maybe I'm acting like this because of you!??!!?? I fucking loved you and you just left like that." "I know you went home with Jackson that day and then you were with Vernon the other night. Now guess what your back with Jackson again. I know you don't love him."

    Jimin grabbed my hand forcefully pulling me into an alley. He pushed me against the wall. Pinning me down with his hands on both sides of my head. "Jimin let go of me!!" "I know you don't love him. Say you don't. Tell me you love me." "Jimin please stop." I started to whine against his grip. Where is Jackson. I need Jackson. *Jackson please help me* "Just say it!" He raised his voice at me. He's so scary right now. This isn't the Jimin I meant. Why is he doing this. "No Jimin." He grabbed my face hardly. I didn't like this. I didn't want this. I wanted Jimin but not like this. Held me back against the wall. "Jimin fine you want me to be honest with you? I do love you. I do want you. Just not like this. You haven't changed at all. I don't love Jackson." His eyes softened along with his grip. I started to cry. He let me go. He didn't move. He stood there with his arms down hanging against his side. He head drooped down. I still love him no matter what. I don't know what's wrong with me. Am I in love with him or the way he hurts me. I can't stop. I want him.

     I didn't go much further before I saw a teary eyed hurt Jackson. Not a single tear fell but I know he was on the verge of crying. I know he heard everything. "Jackson..come on let's go home." I reached out for his hand. He pulled his hand back. "Please don't touch me. Just let me take you home." I felt bad. I followed him back to the car. The drive was silent. He stopped out front my house . "Bye Jackson I'll see you tomorrow." He stayed silent and shrugged his shoulders. I went up straight to my room and sat on my bed. This is wrong. I wish I could love Jackson what is there not to like. All I could think was all the sweet things his done for me. I wish I could learn to love him but I can't. He doesn't mean anything to me. He just helps me get back on my feet nothing else.