Inspired by Piece of You by PakZMin. (Warning: Mature/strong language and sensitive themes)
Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/57241813-piece-of-you
Quick Summary/Synopsis:
I HATE HIM.
DISGUSTING AND ANNOYING.
Jimin can't get those words out of his mind.
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Jeon Jungkook: the Golden Maknae. I think I'm in love with him. The famous one-sided love in BTS; my unrequited love.
Ever since our debut, I have been in this constant, exhausting chase with Jungkook. I don't know why, but I'm always coming back for more. I had no idea he hated me.
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We were three weeks away from out comeback with Run. To say we were stressing would be an understatement. It was Sunday, our rest day. I wanted nothing more than mess around with Jungkook, but it was stuck with kitchen duty with Jin.
"Jimin, can you call down the others? The food is almost done." Jin asked, not looking up from his boiling pot of water.
"Of course." Jimin ran up the steps, taking two at a time. Just as he was about the push open the door to Jungkook and Namjoon's shared room, he stopped, curious as he heard his name.
"Wait, so tell me again. How do you feel about Jimin?" Namjoon asked cautiously, very much aware of the anger the younger held.
"You know that we shipped together, correct?"
"Yeah," He drawled slowly.
"He takes it way too seriously. He is always pestering me, always chasing me around. I don't know how to tell him off. He's so annoying." Jimin could practically see Jungkook pulling his hair in frustration. Tears pricked his eyes as he pressed his ear more firmly to the door. "I hate him."
Jimin had heard enough. He ran into the bathroom, allowing the tears to fall. His breaths came out in short bursts as he felt his heart shattering. After a solid ten minutes of brokenly staring into space, Jin's voice was able to dig Jimin out of his thoughts.
"Can I not trust you to do anything? Why didn't you call them down? Where even are you?" Even though Jin's tone was playful, Jimin felt the last pitiful remains of his heart disintegrate at his scolds.
"Coming," He replied, mentally slapping himself for allowing his voice to crack. Weakly standing up, he followed the rest downstairs. His orange hair pushed down over his eyes to hide the obvious red and puffiness. "Hey Hyung, I'm not hungry. I'm feeling very good."
"Oh, what's wrong." Jin pressed his hand to Jimin's flushed face. "You feel warm, just make sure eat tomorrow." Jimin nodded, barely catching Jungkook rolling his eyes behind him. What did I do to make him hate me so much? Jimin thought, before retreating back to his room.
The next days were not much better. Jimin continued to feign an illness, which proved easy as his body was slowing shutting down. A textbook case of broken heart syndrome. It was during a dance rehearsal where Jimin would meet his end.
Due to lack of food, water and sleep, Jimin was struggling throughout the entire rehearsal as his vision was blurry, his balance nonexistent, his attention far from the task at hand and his body weak. He would catch Jungkook glaring at him occasionally but chose to ignore him, the pain in his chest too great.
