Fates Ink

Chapter 7

Jungkook's POV is back my friends!

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 I see Jimin's breath even out and his eyes closed. I stand up and look over to Seokjin and Namjoon, rage in my eyes.

"Jungkook! Funny story actually!" Seokjin starts. Usually Seokjin's the scary one when he gets angry, but I don't get this angry very often.

"What, the, hell, were you guys thinking! Bringing his to an underground rave! Especially the one where I'm racing!" I yell at them, tugging at my hair slightly.

"Namjoon agreed to let Jimin come!" Seokjin defends. I glare at him.

"You drove there, you agreed with Namjoon to let Jimin come, you were the one that let him come!" I yell at Seokjin, pointing an accusing finger at him, as I stalk toward them. "And you!" I say, turning to face Namjoon. "You let him come, You agreed to his idea! They drove your car! You both are to blame!" I turn around and look and Jimin. I pick him up bridal style, and carry him to Seokjin's bedroom, locking the door. I place Jimin down on the bed, under the covers, sliding in beside him.

"I'm so sorry Jimin. I wish you never had to deal with that." I whisper, wrapping my arm around his waist and pull him tighter to me. I fall asleep, repeatedly apologizing to Jimin.

POV SWITCH TO JIMIN

I wake up to a strange place, memories of last night fill my head. I go to sit up but feel something against my waist. Out of panic, I thrash and try to get away. Looking over, I see Jungkook trying to hold onto me, still asleep.

"Jungkook?" I whisper.

"Hm." He says in his sleep.

"When did you get here?" I ask. He sits up slightly and looks at me, eyes squinting.

"You were freaking out about what happened at the rave and started calling my name. Namjoon called me. You fell asleep so I carried you over to Seokjin's bedroom and laid down beside you and fell asleep as well." I nod, gathering information.

"Why are you still here though. Not to sound rude but, don't you hate me?" I ask, pushing his arm away. A wave of hurt flashes across his face, only for a second.

"No. I hate what you did, but I don't hate you. I may avoid you for a bit though. I need to figure things out for myself" Jungkook says, his face blank. I nod slowly. Jungkook gets up and walks toward the door, leading to the hallway. I feel really bad for letting Tae convince me to help with his prank. I jump out of bed and grab Jungkook's arm, shoving his to the wall.

"What the hell Jimin?" Jungkook yells at me.

"Listen here Jungkook. I don't hate you, I care about you, When will you realize people on this damn earth care about you?" I yell at him. We catch our breaths after my small rant and I look at our position. We lean toward each other.

Our lips crash together, sparks fly, then they die. I open my eyes and see the man from last night, his blond hair and tan skin. I try to push away from him. He lets go of me and I run out of the room.

"N-no! Leave me alone!" I scream, stumbling to the floor. I look up and see him right in front of me.

"Come on Jimin. You own me!" He snarls at me.

"No!" I yell. I see Seokjin rush over to me.

"What the hell did you do?" He yells at the man, he looks up to Seokjin.

"He owns me from last night! I want what he owes!" He yells.

"Get away from him. He's not stable right now Jungkook. Wait until then." Seokjin says calmly. Why isn't he getting the man away from me? Why did he say the man's name was Jungkook? That man is a demon! That man is not my soulmate! I start rocking back and forth.

"Seokjin. Where's Jungkook? I need him." I whisper. Seokjin looks toward the man.

"He." Seokjin pauses for a second, letting out a breath. "He's not here right now." I start thrashing.

"No, no, no, NO!" I scream. Trying to get away from Seokjin and the man. "No! Stay away from me!" I jump up and try to run out of the apartment, only to be caught by Namjoon as he picks me up and pins me to the couch. "I need Jungkook! I need him here! Please!" I cry out, tears streaming down my face. "Please." I whisper, black spots cloud my vision before I pass out.