Boss - ggukxtae / minxtae

- 10

(A/N: THIS CHAPTER HAS GRAPHIC AND MUTURE THEME SO I ADVICE IF YOURE SENSITIVE TO SAD SHIT THEN YOU CAN SKIP THIS CHAPTER! Btw thank you so much for 2K+ reads liKe already I'm shooketh.)
Ignore any mistakes I'm too lazy to proof read (':

Taehyung's preview

11 hours ago

I ran out of the office as fast as I could, it was horrible seeing Jeon fucking jungkook's face again; I was disgusted.

I didn't have my car since I was at Jimin's House the night before. I can't believe it.

Jimin is Jungkook's brother.

But why didn't they have the same last name? We're they adopted? Surely not, maybe they got spilt; maybe their parents divorced and found other people.

I was shaking. And so was my pants, as jimin kept calling me. I took my phone out to see

"23 missed calls from Jimin"
"127 unread texts from Jimin"

I don't wanna answer him, I know what he's gonna say.

"I'm sorry that's not how it seems"

I turn off my phone as I text him an "I can't come to work anymore" and block him.

I don't wanna see any of their faces again.

I'm hurt I can't even believe my eyes anymore. I have this sense that I know jimin before I even came to this shitty place to work. I just somehow know him, I can remember I've known him before in my past somewhere.

Maybe at a club?

That question kept mumbling and running around my mind like a speedo. Until I realized I walked all the way home meeting my beautiful red Tesla, Amy.

I gave it a look and then headed for the door. Getting my keys out of my Black tight pant pockets as they jingled like bells.

(For your informations this is how he looks^^)

I get in my cozy warm house, white everywhere untouched. I love how modern it is.

I sit on the white long sofa, crossing my legs wondering around.

I couldn't believe it.

The day after I got my dream job at big hit, I quit. What kind of person am I? Just because of an asshole like jeon jungkook I should quit? I shouldn't be weak I should be strong! I'm a misery.

"I'm a misery" kept bouncing up and down my mind. I remembered my high school days when jungkook would break in and rape me.

"You like that lil slut?"

"You like how my dick is ramming inside you rough and fast?"

"You're such a slut for daddy"

"Faggot"

"Dipshit"

"Whore"

"Slut"

I remembered every word he told me, all the torturing he did to me.

I had a bruised body everyday scared of what next.

I was his toy, whenever he is needy...

I'm his. But whenever I am sad..

Im this whore of a dipshit.

He was right, all along. I am weak. I'm a whore. I'm nothing but a toy that people can play with.

I go the stairs to my bedroom straight to the bathroom, not laying a single touch on the nice covered bed. I open the cover to get some pain killers, I take them out and get one out, swallowing it right away without water

Then another..

Then another..

9 more to go and I am sitting on the floor unconscious. I drunkly stand up to get a blade out of the cover.

I fall on the floor back and wonder how my life would have been if I never moved to Seoul. If I never went to that stupid school,

If I was never born.

I take the blade and bring it close to my wrist and slice.

I cut myself deep inside hitting my vein, to the other hand,

Slice.

"I'll heal"

I thought to myself as everything started to turn black, was it the end? Is today the day I die? I blacked out quickly hitting my head on the edge of the hard bath.

What just happened? Was my last thought.