Requested by: FlexingBTS
This one will be a lot shorter than part one, but I hope you enjoy!
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"What the hell is going on here?!"
I'd like to find that out too.
I scrambled to get off of my bed. "W-Wait, it's not what it looks like!" I defended a little too quickly.
My girlfriend-my cheating girlfriend that I'm trying to get back at-gaped at the sight before her. "I can't believe this! You two are straight!"
I thought I was. Namjoon-the other man who is also trying to get his revenge-stood up as well. "Listen, babe-"
"No! How could you do this to me?!"
"How could you do that to us?!" he yelled back.
The blood drained from her face. "Wait, you both know?" she whispered.
"Yeah, we fucking know." He stomped up to her, glaring intensely. "Now you know how it feels. Awful, isn't it?"
"You son of a-"
"You mean what you are?" I blurted. She broke my heart. She doesn't deserve to call us such names. "Because that's what you are. A bitch."
"How dare you call me that?!"
"How dare I? How dare you have the audacity to screw over two men at the same time?"
"You wouldn't give me what I wanted."
I scoffed. "That's the reason? This is all because I waited to sleep with you? Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"
"I wanted to be loved and satisfied. With you, I was loved. With him," she motioned to Namjoon, "I was definitely satisfied."
I clenched my jaw and curled my fingers into a fist. Never hit a girl, Seokjin...
"So that's all I was?" Namjoon questioned, clearly taken back by her confession. "Your own personal corkscrew? You're sick."
"No, you two are the ones who are sick! I'm not the one that's gay. You are a waste of oxygen."
Don't. Hit. Girls.
"Do us a favor and go get drunk so you can go take advantage of another guy. Just leave us alone, and we'll sure as hell do our best avoiding you."
"At least I'm not fucking with a homosexual." She gave him a good slap across the face.
That did it.
Deep down inside I knew I couldn't hurt her. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her up against the wall. She wasn't harmed in any way, but it did scare her. "Get out of here. I hope to never have to see you're face again."
Still afraid, she nodded quickly and raced out the door. Once I was positive she was out of my apartment, I closed my bedroom door and leaned against it. Tears collected in my eyes, but I managed to keep them from falling.
"Jin?" Namjoon's hands found my waist.
I turned to face him, cupping his face in my hands. His cheek turned an irritated red from the hit, but he didn't seem to be in any pain. "Are you alright?"
He grinned. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine." He hugged me, holding me close. "It's all over now, Jin."
My head automatically went to his chest, resting underneath his chin. "Yeah." But was it supposed to end?
I promised myself I would not fall for him. Curse him and his adorable dimples and charming smile! We just wanted to act like we were cheating on our girlfriend with each other. It wasn't actually supposed to end up like this.
But it was too good. He and I just fit together, like two puzzle pieces. Call me cliché, but I'm convinced we were meant to be. Every time we acted like a couple, it was as if we already were. I had gotten to know him so well over the past month, and from the moment he held my hand for the first time, I knew I was screwed.
I missed the feeling of his lips against mine. Whenever he touched me in any way, it sent ripples of tingling pleasure through my entire body. It was exciting, and I loved it.
But my now ex-girlfriend had to interrupt us. We didn't do anything PG-13 that she saw, but it was a moment and she ruined it.
"What about you? Are you okay?"
I held him tighter, responding, "I am now. I want to forget about her."
He kissed my hair. "Now you can. You never have to see her again."
"It's hard. I thought I loved her. She's still in my thoughts."
His hands went up to my shoulder to push me back. I looked up at him, seeing a fire in his eyes. "Joonie?"
He tilted my chin up a little further, gaze sweeping over every part of my face. His other hand was back on my hip, slowly moving a little south. In a sexy and deep voice that never failed to turn me on, he whispered, "Let me help you forget."
