The Other Side | Jikook

Chapter 8

Jimin POV

"What exactly am I supposed to be here for though, Jungkook?" I question softly, finally looking up from my extremely full plate of food to look at him. He gives me a smile in return though.

"You're here to keep me company, Jimin. You're now my friend and business partner of sorts. Now eat up before the food gets cold." Jungkook informs me before motioning with his fork towards my food. Biting my lip, I remain verbally silent as I look back down at the food even though my mind is screaming with thoughts.

Sighing quietly, I pick up my chopsticks and slowly begin eating. I glance over at Jungkook occasionally, noticing him quickly devouring his food as though he's not eaten in years. Though, the few times I glance over at him are the only times I don't feel his eyes on me. I don't know why he's watching me so intently throughout breakfast, however when we both finish as I've barely managed to even eat half the plate, I understand why. He's surprised by how little I've eaten compared to him.

"Did you not like it?" Jungkook asks with a frown. I pull a small smile and shake my head at him.

"It was good, Jungkookie. Just a lot more than what I'm used to." I answer softly, eyes glancing back down at my half eaten plate. He wears a questioning look but decides to stay silent and merely nod his head.

"If you say so, Jiminie. You know you can tell me if you don't like something. I can easily have that fixed in no time." He informs me. I merely nod my head.

"Jungkook, it's fine really. Life's a lot different when you're living off the streets. I promise, the food was good. It was just too much for me to eat." I tell him, trying desperately to control my anger and frustration so as not to upset him. He frowns once more but nods this time, standing up from his chair. I follow him in standing up, him leading us over to the doorway once again.

"Alright, if you go up the stairs and to the end of the hall on the next floor, that's how you get to your bedroom. Okay? I'll come get you when I'm finished with my lessons." Jungkook reminds me. Staying silent, I merely nod. With that said, he walks over to another door connected to the living room before disappearing behind it. Sighing to myself, I follow his directions and go upstairs to my room. Frowning slightly, I hurry down the hall and go inside the room.

Closing the door behind me, I groan softly to myself. Walking over to the bed, I flop down onto my back. Staring up at the ceiling, I frown and squeeze my eyes shut.

"God mother fucking damn it." I mutter under my breath as I sit up and reach over to the beside table where I'd left the bottle of pills last night. Grabbing several pills out of it, I pull out another specially whiskey that Yoongi had given me. Knocking back a third of the drink in one go, I huff as I set it down on the small table. Reaching over to the other bedside table, I grab ahold of the package that Yoongi gave me. Sighing quietly, I pull out the baggie before tossing it on the bed.

Standing up, I look around the room at the ceiling and soon spot the smoke detector. Climbing atop the bed, I disconnect it completely before tossing it to the side of the room. With that, I flop back onto the bed and reach into the package to pull out one of the slips of paper. Rolling up a bit of weed in the paper, I light the joint. Closing my eyes, I slowly blow out the cloud of smoke.

"Why me? Why does it have to be me of all people?" I mutter quietly, not bothering to open my eyes.

He has no idea. He really has no idea just how different life is outside of the rich life. Even before I ended up out in the streets like how he'd found me, life was so different then. Going to the 'dirty' public schools. Eating dinner together with parents and a brother because we couldn't afford breakfast.

"Why the fuck did it have to be me? He doesn't even fucking know me. Doesn't know a damned thing about me." I groan, puffing out another cloud of smoke as I feel the drugs and small bit of alcohol seeping into my system. As they begin to work their magic, I feel the pain and frustration and anxiety all slowly fading away.

I really am never going to amount to anything am I? I'm never going to be anything more than I've been for the past eleven years. Nothing but a mere body. A thing to be used. A toy. Even now. Jungkook may not be using me for sex or blowjobs like the other people in the past, but I'm still being used all the same. And even now, I'm hardly ever going to do anything anymore. If he's not using me for sex and pleasure, I don't know what the hell he's expecting from me. I'm no business man. I was a sex slave. Now he wants me to just keep him company so that he's not lonely anymore and wants me to be his business partner?

He knows nothing. He may be book smart since he's completed a lot more schooling than I ever will, but he knows nothing. He's book smart and not street smart. Where as I'm the other way around.

And I don't know which is worse. Knowing everything enough to be able to pass the school assigned tests and being able to run a business because of that. Or, knowing enough to be able to make it on your own on the streets and know real shit.