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fifty-nine.

쉰아홉

     he stares adoringly yet with concern at the boy. the smaller boy is balled up, his knees pressed to his chest. he hasn't come into consciousness yet but somehow he has rolled himself up and now it feels like he's sleeping soundly.

     yet jungkook is worried. jimin fucking fainted while dancing. jungkook leans, runs his hand through smaller's hair. it's soft and jungkook misses them. he misses kissing his hair, his forehead. and oh, he remembers how much he always wanted to kiss those beautiful lips, but he never got to.

     he leans forward, presses his lips on older's forehead, His bangs swaying sideways as he does it, tickling jimin's eyes.

     jungkook backs instantly when jimin whines a little, he stirs and squints his eyes open. "huh?" he mumbles, looks up at jungkook who helps him sit properly. his head aches and he mutters a fuck.

     "how do you feel?" jungkook asks, concerned. he lifts his hand upto jimin's face, caresses his fingers along the soft skin. god he has missed this.

     "headache," jimin mumbles, it's almost a pout and jungkook dies internally. oh how much he loves him. jimin sighs, rubs his eyes and remembers. he remembers why he went to the club. and he remembers this place, this bed, this room. he dosen't say anything but he starts to get up. he wants to leave as soon as possible.

     "babe." jungkook stands up, alarmed because jimin looks weak. "what― what are you doing?"

     "home," jimin mumbles walks towards the door. "i want to go home."

     "you can rest here," jungkook suggests, hopes for the boy to stay.

     "i can't be here." jimin shakes his head, he's getting agitated. "why the fuck am i here?"

     jungkook sees the rage, even through those weak and vulnerable eyes, he sees the anger. "you used to love it here." jungkook speaks, because if he doesn't it'll kill him on the inside. so he speaks his heart out. "with me." he steps closer to the smaller, holds his arms Ina strong yet soothing hold. "in my arms." he's so close to crying and he doesn't want to cry.

     jimin gulps, looks anyway but the boy in front. "no more." he lies. lying is so simple. jungkook hates it.

     "i can feel your heartbeat. you think i don't affect you?" jungkook is angry and emotional and vulnerable. "well, i do because you love me too. just like i do."

     "jungkook, no―" jimin chokes on his words the closeness effects him in ways he can't explain. "don't, please."

     "just give me a chance? please" jungkook is pleading now. jimin hates seeing that. that boy is offering something he wants but he can't accept it.

     "i can not!" it's coming out, the emotions, the rage, the pain. "i can't trust anyone. love is bullshit and it hurts and destr―"

     "mine is not!" jungkook is shaking him, being slightly aggressive. "i won't fucking hurt you, won't destroy you. i just fucking need a chance!"

     jimin sighs, looks at jungkook's right grip on his arms. "look at this. is this not hurting? love isn't just about the emotional pain but also the physical. i've had both. so don't you fucking tell me it doesn't hurt." jimin spits, he's extremely angry and unapologetic. "because it hurts a lot."

     "i―" jungkook has no words but jimin has a lot of them.

     "you always wanted to know, didn't you?" jimin pushes jungkook in the chest. "about my past?"

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his laughs, the most beautiful thing. his smile, the wide and gorgeous one. his voice, with that natural hoarseness. fuck, he'd die for him. he'd do anything because he has nobody but him.

kim taehyung, park jimin's lifeline.

"you did so good, babe," taehyung says, smiling as he walks towards the older heaving on the wooden floor. he lays beside him, leans to press his lips to smaller's temple. he tastes sweat, it's gross but fuck he loves it. he loves everything about the boy.

"i did?" jimin smiles, leans to the touch. he can't stop but look at the way his boyfriend looks at him. it's a look that makes him believe in love. believe that his parents were just a failure and love can be real.

taehyung hums and sits up, lifts his one leg to put it on he other side of jimin. he has jimin trapped beneath him. "you're so fucking beautiful." he mumbles and leans, their chest touching, and their lips become one.

"at least leave the studio." they hear mark laugh followed by the closing on door.

taehyung groans, gets off jimin and looks at mark and jackson. "i can kiss him wherever i want." taehyung says to both of them but there's a flicker of his eyes towards jackson which nobody notices except for jackson.

"of course you can." mark rolls his eyes and walks to the music system. "jimin can you do your routine with jackson once before you leave? it needs to be sharpened."

jimin stands up, hops a few times. "yeah sure." he walks to jackson, punches his chest. "you better not forget the steps today."

jackson smiles, "i won't." taehyung sees it, the way he smiles at his boyfriend. it's not healthy.

mark starts the music and taehyung joins him beside the music system, at one corner. his eyes burn as he looks at the pair dance. the dance is an interesting combination of  jimin's contemporary and jackson's krump, and has minimum skinships. but that's only until the end.

jimin does a jump and jackson lifts him up, holding his thighs. taehyung is already almost at his edge but then, as the pair rotate, jackson smirks at taehyung.

and that is the day, it starts.

the jealously, the toxicity.

❝jealousy is a relationship murderer❞

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     a/n: to be continued...