What Love? // p.jm ✔️

// Chapter 19 \\

I hugged Seoyeon close and stared at Nayeon in pure, utter hate and disgust.

She walked towards us, but kept a reasonable distance.

"I hope you enjoyed my little surprise. You see, now that I've lost one thing I love, my work, I can't lose the other. I won't lose my life because of some brat who doesn't know how to keep her nose out of other people's business. Other people's property." She motioned to Jimin. He had a pleading look on his face.

"Jimin isn't some kind of toy you can use and then toss aside when you're done with him. He's so much more than that, and you just can't seem to understand. He will never truly be yours. He doesn't even love you."

Something right then and there in Nayeon seemed to snap. She whipped a gun out from her back pocket and pointed it at the side of Jimin's head.

"If I can't have him, neither can you. Enough with your bullshit, Ara. I've had enough." Nayeon leaned in and whispered in Jimin's ear, "Now, tell me baby boy, you don't really love this tramp, do you? If you did, you would really let her go, and be with me. You wouldn't risk your own life for this trashy whore. Correct?" Her finger was threateningly placed on the trigger.

Jimin had tears streaming down his face. So did I. Seoyeon was full on sopping into my chest. I caressed her head slowly.

"If you don't answer me right the fuck now, either you die or these bitches die. It's your choice!" Nayeon screamed.

Jimin exhaled a deep breath as he looked to me in horror. God, if anyone were to die today, let it be me. I hung my head low as I knew what he had to do.

He had to leave me again. Under worse circumstances, too.

I mouthed a last "I love you" to him and buried my face into Seoyeon's shoulder, sobbing my heart out with her.

"I love you, Nayeon." He recited this as sincerely as ever.

Nayeon lowered the gun and it dropped to the floor as she embraced him into a tight hug. Jimin hugged her back.

I watched this from the corner of my eye. I turned away when Nayeon leaned in for a kiss, and covered my ears.

Is this what hell is like?

Nayeon looked towards us mockingly. "You're free to go, sluts." With that, she dragged Jimin out the dark room with her, leaving the door open. It lead outside; the sunshine poured into the room, giving it light once more.

I stayed on my hands and knees, soaking in what had just happened.

I felt like screaming.

I felt like crying.

I felt like dying.

Just like before, I began to sob uncontrollably as two sets of arms wrapped around my body frame and soothed me.

I didn't acknowledge that my mother was awake.

I didn't acknowledge any of the comfort.

I was lost in my own head.

I hated this feeling and there was nothing I could do about it.

(A/N: Heheh 😅 all the tea.  ☕)