Deliveree Boys - Jikook

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There was a knock at Yoongi's hotel door. He held some ice to his head where Taehyung had hit him, a well deserved hit a that, but it still hurt like hell. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, wondering if it was another visit from Taehyung. The younger had come by earlier with some smiling doof to check if Yoongi had died, but when his body stirred, the younger practically raced out of the apartment while his tall friend threatened Yoongi.

Seokjin was a man of pride, and one who knew of his good looks. So he carried himself as such. It didn't take much for Yoongi to agree not to press charges, the man's smile was beautiful but there was something truly threatening with in it. Something about the way Taehyung's entire body jolted when his hand graced the younger boy's shoulder told Yoongi it wasn't his initial plan to get the CEO to step in. In fact, Taehyung probably hadn't planned on telling Seokjin at all in the first place.

Even through his curiosity, Yoongi knew it wasn't his place to ask how it ended up that Taehyung got Jin involved. So he bit his tongue, watched them leave, and spent the rest of his day in a slum.

The knock on the door came again, and Yoongi hissed, running a hand through his hair as he prepared for another grueling session. Though, to his surprise, when he opened it the very last thing he could have possibly imagined was standing at his door dripping wet and shirtless. The boy's eyes were red and his breath was stained with alcohol.

Yoongi's heart jumped in his chest, he couldn't speak, every inch of his body was screaming.

"Fuck me," Jimin growled with such hostile anger and hurt, that Yoongi was prepared to punch whoever it was that got Jimin into such a state. The boy looked completely wrecked, as if he had vomited his heart out onto his hands, then had it stepped on, and stuffed back down his throat. He was drenched, and shaking. Through if it was from the mix of frustration rage and hurt or the cold, Yoongi couldn't tell.

The older knew it was wrong to take advantage of Jimin. Especially from their last encounter. But the boy stood there, willing, and Yoongi filed his conscious away. He opened the door wider to let Jimin in, and made sure to lock the door once it closed.

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Shit shit shit

Jungkook pounded at the wheel of Jimin's car. He was trying to get engine to turn on, but his hands were too shaky and his vision was blurred by tears, so the key wasn't going in right. His mind kept replaying the nights events over and over again, and the hole in his chest kept growing.

The alcohol was fading from his system, and he could remember his arguement with Jimin once someone saved the screaming boy from the pool. It took a whole ring of people sitting next to him once they pulled Jimin out to calm him down. He kept whispering "Namjoon, I'm sorry."

Jungkook remembered how his breath got caught as he realized what he had done, how he had used Jimin's greatest regret against him. How he let his anger get the best of him. How he watched Jimin fall into the fear which controlled his entire life and laughed.

Jungkook tried to rub the goosebumps out of his arms, but it only resulted in a heavy sob which he brought a shaking hand to cover his mouth with.

"Jungkook, what the hell?!"  Someone yelled once Jimin could articulate his own thoughts. The boy was soaking in water, his hair clinging to his forehead, his shirt groping his skin.

"I-I'm sorry."

Jungkook ran to Jimin but the older flinched away from him. He took a deep breath and the way which he gazed upon Jungkook was one that Jungkook had never once seen. There was no mischief, no affection. It was cold, it was level.

It was empty.

"Jimin please," Jungkook begged, but Jimin ran a hand through his hair and tried to speak, but it seemed hard for him to know where to begin.

"I'm your pay pal slut?" Jimin finally said, his voice breaking. "That's all you thought of me?" His voice started to rise, "all this time, all this time I was just someone to fuck you."

"No Jimin please - that's not true at all-"

"I trusted you," Jimin began, tears welling up in his eyes while rage built up in his heart, "I trusted you Jungkook. I have loved no one since - since Namjoon. He drowned, did I tell you that? He drowned because I was too fucking stupid and got my ankle twisted. I watched as the waves crashed over him. I watched him die. And I did nothing"

"Jimin that's not your fault-"

"But it is. And ever since then, I have been nothing more to anyone than someone to fuck. I have been nothing to no one, which I see now God is telling me that that's what I deserve. I thought maybe this time around, I thought that you- that it could be different."

"Jimin...I love -"

"Don't."

Jimin unbuttoned his shirt and tossed the soaking fabric at Jungkook's feet, the chlorine drenched material crumbled at Jungkook's feet. It was as if the very touch of it reminded Jimin of the water he had been thrown in, and there was no part of him that wanted it near his body.

"Screw you, Jeon." Jimin said as he turned around to leave. "Screw you."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Jungkook gave up on the car, and tried to hold his head as it throbbed from his tears. He screamed, pounded on the wheel, and finally broke down. The music from the party continued to echo in, but Jungkook payed it no mind as his heart cracking open was all he could hear.

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A/N - I'm going to get my eyebrows done!! Yay yay!!

Funny story, I texted the wrong Jake yesterday. The Jake that is the best friend of my ex boyfriend who cheated on a good friend of mine..... fun fun

What's the first fic you read on Wattpad? Mine was DayBreak - Yoonmin

- Violette 🌷