✔️that night → bts jimin + jungkook fanfic

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Jeon Jungkook's POV

"So you first saw Park Jimin again when he dropped off your stepsister from a date?" The detective questioned, and I nodded my head. "What did you do?"

I shifted my position slightly in my hospital bed, feeling uncomfortable in my current position. The itchy bedsheets irritated my skin, and my broken ribs and leg made it nearly impossible for me to get comfortable. The detective was sat on a chair opposite the bed; her legs were crossed and she had a notepad in hand, jotting down key points in my story.

"To Jimin?" I asked. "I just glared, and he glared back, then he walked away once Minji was back inside."

"And what happened with you and Minji when she came back in the house?" She looked me in the eye once shed finished jotting down notes, and I cleared my throat.

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"Jungkook?" Minji called. "I'm home!"
"Hey," I showed a weak smile, glancing at her own beautiful one. "Where did you go?"
"I went to the aquarium with my friend." She explained, placing her handbag on the table.

She'd worn her best top, along with her favourite jeans and the highest heels I'd ever seen. She'd also worn a face full of makeup and curled her hair, and I know all of her friends would never dress up like that. She looked damn sexy, and I had a bad feeling about it.

"We're you with Park Jimin?" I asked. I didn't get a reply for a while, but she decided to speak in the end.
"Yes." She sighed. "We went there together."

"As a date?" My voice became a little more stern. Of course I was jealous.
"No!" She laughed. "Jungkook we're just friends!"
"Okay," I smiled, tapping her lightly on the shoulder. It's just me and her in this house; our parents are always away with work, and we're by ourselves most of the time.

I was worried for her. She always seemed to meet guys who only want to take advantage of her, and she's the one that always ends up hurt. I can't stand seeing her hurt; it kills me, so I've always rejected any boyfriend Minji's ever had. She always picks the wrong guys! She knows I do it for her.

The truth is, I can't help but love my stepsister, in more than a sibling way. Ever since I met her three years ago I fell in love with her. For months and months on end I convinced myself that it was just sibling love, that it was normal.

But then she got her first boyfriend, and she agreed to stay in the house while I went to the shop. When I came back I went upstairs to check on her, I heard her in her room with someone. A guy. It was her boyfriend.

They were making out in her room, and I could hear them like the walls were made of thin air. I didn't know what to do. Should I stop them? Leave them be? I'd stood around too long, and I heard Minji's loud moan as he kissed her neck. Fuck, it turned me on. I couldn't stop myself.

I dashed in my room in an attempt to calm down, but nothing worked. Her moans were getting louder, and the bulge in my pants was getting larger. I told myself that I needed to stop, that it was wrong, that I shouldn't feel this way over my stepsister, but it didn't work. Nothing did.

In the end I gave in to my temptations, reaching my hand down my pants and pleasuring myself. It was easy enough for me to imagine that it was her. I imagined her groaning my name in pleasure and me inside her, pushing her up against the wall, fucking her brains out.

I stayed in my room after that, tears staining my face. I was despicable. She's my stepsister, how could I do this? Masturbating to myself while my stepsister lost her virginity in the other room. She was 16 for god's sake! I am meant to be the older brother, but I failed her because I was weak. I gave in to temptation.

I avoided her for weeks, until she got annoyed and asked why I was avoiding her. So I told her I knew, and that I felt awful for not doing anything. But she then explained to me that he dumped her the next day, and that she was upset for a long time. We then agreed to keep the whole 'lost virginity' thing a secret between us, but I kept my secret quiet.

That's when I knew I wouldn't let anyone touch her. When I held her dainty frame in my gentle embrace, I knew that I'd protect this girl with all of my heart.

I know she'll never love me more than in a sibling way, and I know I'll never have a chance with her, but I do know that I will not stop until she finds someone who will not use her. In my opinion, there's no one who will treat her better than me, but I know the odds are against that. I'm willing to suppress my feelings for her, because I love her.

But I also knew that Park Jimin was the biggest mistake she'd ever made. He's bad news, the baddest you can get. I saw the way he lustfully stared at her as she walked inside, and I know how persistent he can be when it comes to getting what he wants. That's who he is. A spoilt brat.

He bullied me in high school. He was in his third year when I was in my first. It was the year Minji became my stepsister, but she's a year younger than me, so she wasn't in the school yet.

He'd bully me to vent his anger. He'd punch and kick me, saying it was all his parents fault, not to blame him. My guess is that he was neglected as a child and craves attention, and attention is what he got when it came to popularity. He was rich, good looking, and he made sure everything went his way.

And I despised him.

We grew a hatred for each other, and he sometimes continued to bully me even when he'd left the school. I knew that he'd go after Minji to get to me, so I trained hard. I pushed myself to grow out of this weak body, so I could protect her.

But it seems that was all in vain.

"Minji," I began. "Do you like Jimin?"
"He's a nice guy." She giggled. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I don't think he'd treat you properly." I responded, giving her an apologetic look.

"Come on Jungkook," she sighed. "Jimin and I have spent two days together and you're already making conclusions?"
"No, I know him from high school," I explained.

"Oh, he mentioned that!" She suddenly told me. "But then he said not to say anything in case it wasn't you." I nodded my head, knowing exactly why he said that. He doesn't want her to know that he bullied me.

"Hey, why don't we go to sleep," I suggested. "It's getting late, and you've got school tomorrow."
"Okay.." she whined, slowly trudging up the stairs.