The Pink Haired Boy Across The Street #JikookSmut

10: Proving It

Jimin's POV:

"How? How Jimin, tell me, I'll do anything. Just tell me how." Jungkook pleads.

I have an idea.

"I want you to call your girlfriend right now, in front of me and put her on speaker as you talk to her. I want to hear what she says when you talk to her. To hear that what you said is true."

"Alright. I'll grab my phone. I'll prove it to you Jimin, okay?"

I shrug my shoulders, adjusting my clothes, making them look a bit less "thrown on in a rush" and tidier instead.

"We'll see..." I grumble quietly.

I cross my arms across my chest, watching as he jogs quickly up the stairs, seeing his figure slowly disappear as he goes out of sight.

I uncross my arms, pushing my back off the door.

Now he's gone, I take this as the perfect opportunity to get the fuck out of here.

I'm not listening to any bullshit excuse he has for me.

I've been played before and I REFUSE to let it happen again.

I hastily unlock the door behind me, not caring that I'm being crazy loud, and throw the door open, just desperate to get out.

I speed through the door, hearing Jungkook shouting loudly behind me, calling my name over and over, pleading me to come back.

He's not far behind at all, right behind me even.

How is that even possible, how is he so fast?!

I run as fast as I can, prepared to run into the road without even looking.

I don't look.

Too much at stake, I don't bother to look as I run into the road, just desperate to get away from Jungkook.

It's my only concern, nothing else.

I need to get away.

Need to be alone.

As soon as I step into the road, I hear a loud car horn, the loud noise making me jump from fright.

I freeze, looking up as a car comes towards me, definitely going faster than the speed limit in the area.

I'm frozen as I watch the car come towards me.

Fuck.