Painful Love | Jikook Fanfic

Part 4: Suga

-Flashback-
Jungkook's POV

After Jimin left the room, Taehyung and I had a friendly conversation. I could tell they were really close to each other. I didn't know why but I felt a sudden rise of jealousy in my heart. It was paining. He bid his goodbyes and left. I let a deep sigh escape my lips. I sat on the bed heavily. The bed smelt like him. Chocolate. I could spend a thousand years just by smelling his scent. Wait. What am I thinking? Why am I thinking about that slut? He's just a whore who desperately wants to get inside me. The door burst opened revealing a teary eyes Seoyun. I rushed towards her and hugged her tightly against my chest.

"Sshhh babe. What happened? Did someone tell you something?" I asked wiping her tears falling from her red eyes.

"I-It's that slut." She spoke between her sobs. Jimin.

"What did that whore do now?!" I asked irritated of something. I don't if I was irritated because of Jimin or was it because of Seoyun.

"H-He slapped me." She cried harder. My shirt getting wet with her tears. I widened my eyes. He would do that?

"What?!! He fucking did what?!!" I shouted. She nodded. I made her sit down on the bed and comforted her. "Jimin!!! Jimin!!! Park Jimin!!!" I kept on shouting. Then after a few minutes, came a panting Jimin. He looked so beautiful. His parted blond bangs. His red cheeks puffy from his running. He was panting heavily. He spoke with his timid voice. But my anger was more strong! I couldn't bear the fact that he slapped my girlfriend. I stepped closer to him, inhaling his sweet scent. Oh fuck! This weird feeling again. Why did my fucking heart just skip a beat? Why was heart beating faster than usual? I pushed those stupid thoughts back into the deepest corner of my head. I grabbed him by his hair. The way he winced in pain. The way he would beg me to stop but I couldn't stop. My heart was telling me not to beat him but my mind was saying otherwise. (A.n. I've skipped the beating details in the previous part.)

"Jiminie?!! Oh my god!! How dare you Jeon Jungkook?!!" Taehyung shouted. He grabbed me by my collar. I pushed his hands off and rolled my eyes at him and went out of the room to my Seoyun.

Taehyung's POV

"Urm, could you please turn back to Jimin's house, please?" I asked the driver as I forgot my phone at his house.

"Sure sir." After a 15 minutes drive, I reached his house and got down. Once in, I could hear murmuring.

"I really hope Master doesn't hurt Jimin too much. He's so nice."

"Yes. I hope so too." Was what I heard before running to Jimin's room, panicking.

"Jiminie?!! Oh my god!! How dare you Jeon Jungkook?!!" Jimin was on the floor crying and bleeding. His nose, his mouth, his head and even his body were bleeding. His suit torn revealing red bruises and marks all over his white milky body. I grabbed Jungkook's collar. I swear I could kill him right now but Jimin was more important. He pushed my hands off and rolled his eyes before leaving the room. I ran back to Jimin. He was unconscious and cold. I carried him bridal style and gently laid him on his bed. I called for my private doctor. A few minutes later, he came and examined Jimin. He shook his head, worry overtaking his heart.

"Taehyung, it's good you called in time. A little delay could've taken his life. He's lost a lot of blood. Poor child. I've injected him and prescribed a few meds for him." I widened my eyes as the sentence repeated in my mind.

A little delay could've taken his life.

"Jiminie!!" Shouted a maid from behind. She was a middle-aged woman. Fair skin and small lips. I stepped in front of her."Oh! I'm Jimin's Aunty. Please let me see him." I could hear her worriness for Jimin in her voice. I moved myself and she ran to him and sobbed hugging Jimin. Jimin had become close with almost everyone in this house except for that motherfucker Jungkook. How the actual fuck did Jungkook do that?! And why didn't Jimin tell me anything?! I'm his bestfriend for god sake. God! How could he bear all these in his 2 first days after his marriage. I knelt beside him and held his hand tightly.