Blood Lust || Jikook {ON HOLD}

Chapter 13- Toys

JIMIN'S POV

It's been 4 days since the situation with Jihyun. He's somehow convinced me to let him stay at another friend's house. I text him every day when I wake up, before bed, and throughout the day. I can't lose him too. I'm not going to lose him. Besides that, everything has been pretty normal. Somehow how my relationship with Jungkook has escalated. Our gazes mean something more now. Cuddling has become more intimate. And now, I'm comfortable laying on his lap while scrolling through Instagram.

"Jimin?" Jin hyung softly speaks.

"Hm?" I hum.

"Do you know how cute you and Jungkook look right now? It's like watching a K-drama with you two." I scrunch my nose,

"No way. We're not that sweet. At least neither of us make corny ass jokes like you." I continue to mindlessly scroll through my feed when Jungkook stops me at a certain picture. It's a picture of yesterday's events. Jungkook and I were cuddled up on the couch while watching the Conjuring 2 with the others. I was leaning on him while peeking through my fingers. Namjoon has his mouth wide open in the motion of laughing, as well as Jungkook. Of course, Yoongi was dead ass asleep. Jin was blankly glaring at the screen. That leaves Hobi and Tae to be the culprits.

"Send that to me, " Jungkook whispers to me. I roll my eyes but do it anyway.

"Tae~ come here, please, " I call out sweetly. He appears and kneels in front of me."TaeTae, can you explain this to me, please." I show him the picture. He laughs nervously,

"I may have snuck a picture of you and Jungkook and posted it on all my social media accounts."

"Really?! Well, I might shove a chopstick up your ass!" I reach to fake strangle him. He laughs,

"Mianhae, hyung! Mianhae!" I release him,

"I'm not kidding about the chopsticks. No more photos without permission, got it?" He nods then switches his attention to Jungkook,

"Kookie, can I borrow you for a second?"

"What is it you can't say in front of me right now?" He asks. I hit his thigh and sit up,

"Don't be rude to your hyungs. Go." He stands reluctantly to follow Taehyung out of the room. Once he leaves, I lay back down on the, now bare, cushion of the couch and close my eyes.

"Sleepy, Jiminie?" Hoseok inquires, concern prominent in his tone.

"Mhm, " I hum in response.

"Maybe you should cut down on the work hours, " he suggests. I stiffen,

"I get a little over 1,000 won each week. I think I'm good.

"I understand, but what about your health? And can't you use some of you eomma's money?"

"I'm saving that for Jihyun until he can get a job."

"Either way, you need to keep yourself healthy, okay?-"

"Preach!" Jin exclaims. I feel his eyes glaring into my soul.

"Go eat something, " Hoseok continues with a chuckle. I drag myself off of the couch and into the kitchen. I look around before cautiously pulling up my sleeves to wash my hands. The scars haven't fully healed, and they still sting. I've been wearing long sleeved shirts, and I'm always burning like hell. I'm boiling water when Jungkook comes storming in. I pay him no mind until he has me in a tight grasp against the refrigerator.

"J-Jungkook, you're hurting me, " I wince at the impact. My wrists are on fire. He takes one of my arms and pulls up the sleeve,

"Jimin, you know I live you. But what the fuck is this?!" He looks so angry right now. Veins budging. Eyes dark. And then he just starts crumbling down. He pulls me into a deep hug and cries into my shoulder, " Please- please don't do this anymore. You're too pretty to be hurt like this. If you need to talk, come to me. We have each other more than ever now. You're not alone. I will always be here for you. You know that." I plant my face into his chest and fist the sides of his shirt,