Unwanted Love || Jikook Story

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Jimin sat silently on the comfy couch, holding a book. His beautiful eyes were completely focused on the paper pages, flipping them now and then in a repeated action.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was on a black chair far away from Jimin while drinking alcohol. He drunkenly smiled at the sight of Jimin in front of him, before he moved quickly next to him.

"Baby~ wanna h-have some fuun in bed?" He snatched the book away from Jimin's hands and threw it away carelessly. Jimin looked at him with annoyance written all over his face, ready to protest on his dear book before his eyes widened slightly as he gulped. Cursing heavily under his breath, he got up from the couch.

"No" he refused, shaking his head.

Taehyung wasn't going to give up easily, as it seems.
He stood up and walked to Jimin, kissing his neck softly.

"Argh... Taehyung s-stop" Jimin was trying to stop his little moans, making Taehyung smirk, beginning to run his hand on the other's clothed crotch and rubbing it.

"S-stop!" Jimin moaned softly, before he tried to push Taehyung away.
"Taehyung, you're drunk now and I don't want to do anything inappropriate with you, okay? I guess that it'll be better if you leave me alone now, jeez"

Taehyung grabbed his alcohol bottle, drinking the liquid that it contained thirstily. His eyes shot up to face Jimin's with an unreadable expression.

"I didn't ask for your opinion" he smirked, putting down what was in his hand and attacking Jimin's neck and lips with kisses and love bits.

"STOP!" Jimin finally gathered his power, pushing Taehyung away harshly as he touched his neck with disgust.

"I told you that I don't f.ucking want to bang with you right now! You can't touch me like that without my permission, don't you understand?"

He picked the bottle from the floor, examining it. Then he glared at Taehyung.

"You even told me you'll stop drinking" he ran a hand through his hair.

"Taehyung, you're really-" even before Jimin could finish his sentence, his strength vanished in the thin air as Taehyung held the glass bottle with both of his hands, ready to break it on Jimin's head.

"You f.ucker" Taehyung inhaled angrily with a drunken voice. "I'll f.ucking break this thing on your head, you deserve it"

Jimin backed up in fear, his back touching the cold wall. He closed his eyes, preparing himself. He heard the door getting opened, and a raspy voice muttering:

"Taehyung?"