want

3.3✿

jimin walked into the school the next day, allowing ths few hickies littering his collarbones to show openly as he walked mindlessly. his blonde hair was parted for a chamge and he had light makeup on―all in all, jimin looked good.he hummed, fixing the grey fabric of his shirt before he spotted jungkook from across the cafeteria, hastily grabbing his books that were scattered across the floor. the blonde made a bee line toward the younger, quickly dropping his things and bending down to help jungkook gather his things.

"jimin hyung?" jungkook asked, recognizing the small, babyish hands in front of him, holding one of his notebooks. he smiled at the older, bringing him into a hug. "we haven't talked in a while, have we?"

"no," jimin grins, "i miss talking to you jungkookie."

"i need to talk to you during class today, can we?" jungkook asked, grabbing a last book from the floor before standing up, jimin mimicking his actions. jimin nodded and shifted his weight onto one foot, resting his books on his side. from behind jimin, jungkook could see taehyung walking over to them―and he had an annoyed look on his face.

"of course we can." jimin smiled, opening his mouth to say something else but he felt two hands wrap around his waist,and a small, warm puff of air on the back of his neck. jimin gasped and turned to see who it was, his heart fluttering at the sight of his boyfriend. "hey tae."

"hey, baby." taehyung says, "hey, jungkook."

jungkook bit back a scowl and hoped jimin wouldn't hear the bitter tone to jis voice. he didn't want to create any bad blood between them. "hi, taehyung."

"the bell will ring soon, so we should go. but say hi to everyone for me?" jimin asked, grabbing one of taehyung's hands. jungkook's eyes flickered to their intertwined hands and scoffed, but jimin didn't catch it. taehyung did, though, for sure. when jungkook nodded and told jimin he would, the brunette watched as jimin waved at jungkook and said―"thanks, kook! love you."

it made his blood boil. he tightened his grip on jimin's hand. not missing the yelp from jimin when he roughly pulled the older along, opposite the direction of their first period class. "you and i need to talk."

―

jimin was pinned against the wall of the boys bathroom, and even though that disgusted him to a great extent, it didn't beat the rising feeling of fear in his chest. taehyung hovered over him, eyes hard and body close to jimin's. the blonde realized he couldn't move in the position he's in. he didn't like it.

"jimin," taehyung's voice was low and angry, sending chills down jimin's spine. "did i, or did i not, tell you to stop talking to them?"

"you did." jimin mutters, hoping his voice wouldn't reveal the lump in his throat. he felt taehyung's breath against the purplish bruises on his skin, waiting to fade. jimin has the feeling taehyung will chew him out for exposing the hickies so shamelessly―it was only that all of his shirts with collars high enough to cover them and his sweaters were in need of being washed. "i'm sorry, i―"

"i don't care if they were dying," taehyung cuts him off, "from now on, you talk to anyone only i say you can. got it?"

jimin wanted to protest, but the possesiveness and anger in taehyung's voice made him feel vulnerable and scared. instead, he nodded sharply and looked at taehyung. "o-okay."

"good, now the hickies." taehyung said, tracing them with a finger. "as beautiful as they are on your pretty skin, only i can see them." jimin nodded again. "and you are mine. nobody else is allowed to touch you."

"fine." jimin mumbled.

"phone." taehyung steps back, noticing how jimin finally exhaled. jimin's eyebrows furrowed. "give me your phone."

"what? no―"

"jimin, give me your phone. i need to ensure you'll stay true to your word for once and stop talking to those―those people." taehyung hisses. it's enough to make jimin frown deeper and pull his phone out of his pocket, handing it to taehyung with shaky hands. he watched silently as taehyung tapped away, eventually locking the phone and handing it back to the owner. "i blocked them and deleted their numbers." he stepped closer, not giving jimin a chance to speak as he kissed the small blonde roughly. he rubbed one of jimin's thighs before slapping it. jimin felt tears prick his eyes at the hit, automatically feeling a bruise form. taehyung mumbled one last word before turning and leaving the bathroom, jimin standing there in shock amd utterly confused on what had just happened.

"mine."