iced out

29 ; 28 santa monica & la brea.

chapter
twenty eight

it occurred to yoongi.

jimin was still fucking people.

other people were still touching him like he was supposed to.

he was payed to love other people.

he wasn't his.

yoongi walked into the locker room, all worked up. he found jimin by his locker, his hair dripping with water from his previous shower.

"jiminie," he called out. jimin hummed.

"so, about your job.."

jimin stopped what he was doing. he knew yoongi would catch on soon.

"you have to quit."

jimin scoffed. "funny joke."

"no, i'm serious."

jimin looked up at him.

"no. i cant. i need the money," he said dryly. yoongi bit his lip.

"baby, i have money," yoongi told him.

"yoongi, i need my own money. there's always a chance we don't work out no matter what we say, so if we don't i'll still have money and shit for myself. if i just quit and rely on you and we don't work out, then i'm stuck with no money," jimin explained.

"but, jimin, you're mine, and i don't want anyone else touching you or feeling anything for you. i wouldn't be able to fucking handle it," yoongi said.

"again, not everything is about you," jimin said. yoongi furrowed his brows.

"jimin, the point of relationships is to make only your significant other feel special, and how special do you think i feel when you're fucking other guys?" yoongi growled.

"not fucking other guys, doing my job. maybe you shouldn't have fucking left and then i wouldn't be in this situation," jimin said calmly.

it was wrong, so wrong to bring the past back up. but jimin didn't really have a valid counter argument.

"well if you hadn't have been a conclusion-jumping bitch maybe i wouldn't have left. maybe you shouldn't have ignored my calls. maybe you should have answered your door. maybe you shouldn't have skipped school for weeks. maybe, for fucks sake baby, just maybe, you should've trusted me," yoongi had so many emotions mixed in his voice that scared jimin.

"like you're trusting me right now?" jimin asked.

"that's different. you're asking me to be okay with other people owning your body, and that's not how this shit works," yoongi seethed through gritted teeth.

jimin slammed his locker shut.

"fuck me, then," he said quietly.

yoongi licked his lips.

"fuck me. tell me to fuck off. fuck me, am i right?"

yoongi stared at him.

"obviously you don't like how i do relationships and how i live my life," jimin pursed his lips.

yoongi huffed. he pulled his bag more comfortably over his shoulder, and looked at jimin.

"you're right, i don't," he said, so quietly and so calmly.

and then he turned around and walked away.

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