✔️that night → bts jimin + jungkook fanfic

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Jeon Jungkook's POV

"So, Minji had been going out at night quite a lot?" The detective questioned, shifting her position in her seat. Oh how I envied her right now.
"Well, she'd go out in the afternoon, and come back in the evening, or she'd come home late from school." I explained. "I mean, I had no right to give her a curfew or restrict her social life, so I dismissed the thought."

"So what made you suspect that she was spending her time with Park Jimin?" She asked me.
"I went to pick her up from school one day, and when she wasn't there, I asked one of the teachers where she was."
"And?" The detective pursued.

"The teacher said that Jimin had been picking Minji up from school for a while." I told her, looking down at my bedsheets.
"Did you confront her about it when you both got home?" She asked.
"Yeah," I sighed. "I did."

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"Jungkook!?" Minji yelled. "I'm home."
"Hey," I smiled weakly. "Where've you been?"
"Out with friends," she sighed, placing her schoolbag on the table. "As usual. How come you're asking?"
"Is one of those friends called Park Jimin by any chance?" I blurted out, my voice sounding a little too harsh.

"Jungkook," she sighed. "He's a nice guy."
"Trust me Minji," I raised my voice a little. "That guy has trouble written all over him."
"No Jungkook. He's not trouble. He's got a nice house, a nice personality, and a-" I interrupted her.

"You've been to his house?" I asked sternly.
"What's wrong with that!?" She yelled. "There's nothing wrong with going to my boy-" suddenly she stopped mid-sentence. 'My boy-'... No!
"Boy-what!?" I yelled. "Boyfriend!? Minji please tell me you didn't-"

"I did!" She retorted. "And I haven't regretted a second! I love him, Jungkook! Why can't you just finally accept that I've found someone!?"
"Because that someone is definitely your worst mistake ever!" I shouted, slamming my hand on the table.

"I'm moving out." She simply stated, a single tear falling down her face. She ran upstairs, and I heard her drag her suitcase out.
"Minji!" I yelled, running up the stairs after her. "Don't be stupid!"

I didn't get a reply.

I waited outside her room, refusing to let her leave. I tried my best to convince her to stay, banging my fists against her door I yelled for her.
"Minji, please don't leave!" I cried.
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't of yelled!"

"I love you...." The last one came out as a whisper, as I stopped banging my fists on the door. I stayed quiet for a while, a single tear running down my face, until I began to panic. I couldn't hear her. I forcefully opened the door after a while, only to see an empty room, with an open window.

I curled up my fists in anger. I'm such an idiot. I've lost her. She hates me, and loves that son of a bitch Jimin. In anger, I punched her mirror, cracking it and drawing blood. I didn't care anymore. I'd failed to do one single task. I then trashed her room in a rage, bawling and screaming my heart out.

It's my fault. I did this. She's gone.