Lie To Me | Jikook

Chapter 15

Jimin POV

Laying in bed as I stare up at the ceiling silently, my entire body just fucking aches. Being it's a weekend now, the beating last night was even worse and longer than they are during weekdays. And needless stay say, I've been mentally scolding myself since I woke up around an hour and a half ago.

I was a fucking idiot yesterday for letting Jungkook see me like that. The last thing I need is Jungkook seeing just how messed up my life and I myself am. I got lucky by being able to distract him enough to get his mind off of what he'd witnessed from me.

Groaning to myself, I run my hands over my face before reluctantly dragging myself out of bed. I have to go see Yoongi. The urge is coming back stronger than it has in so fucking long and I've been worried like hell about him.

So, ignoring the pain coursing through my body with every single breath, I grab a pair of gray ripped skinny jeans and a black sweater before heading off to the bathroom to shower. Thankfully, when I head downstairs after my shower, my father is still passed out on the couch in our living room. I manage to tiptoe right past him and out the door, shutting it silently behind me before heading off down the street to Yoongi's house. Shoving my earbuds in and blasting my music, I try desperately to ignore the cravings, knowing just how bad the results would be if I went back now.

Luckily, the walk to Yoongi's isn't too long, and I make it there in around twenty minutes. Biting my lip nervously, I walk up to their front door and knock, hoping he'll answer. Though, of course, his mother is the one to answer with a smile on her face.

"Oh, you must be here to see Yoongi, right?" She asks, knowing me by now. I just smile and nod my head, running a hand through my hair.

"I'll go get him for you." She tells me with a smile before closing the door and running off. I know the inside of their house like the back of my hand with the amount of times I've been inside and to Yoongi's room, but I keep my gaze trained on the ground below me, not wanting to think about that right now on top of everything else.

Minutes later the door opens again, Yoongi stood before me in a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. His expression falls when his eyes land on me, rolling his eyes as he runs a hand through his own hair.

"What are you doing here, Jimin? I thought you wanted to be with that stupid Jungkook?" Yoongi questions quietly but bluntly. My eyes widen in surprise as his not so welcoming greeting, cracking my heart further than it's already been.

"Where've you been all week, hyung? I've been worried sick about you." I ask quietly, not wanting to start off with the real reason I came to him. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"I thought all you cared about was your dumbass relationship, huh? I'm staying back and out of the fucking way, Jimin. Leave me the fuck alone if you don't want anything to do with me anymore and just want to be with him." Yoongi snaps. My lips fall slack at this, feeling tears well up.

"Yoongi, I still want you to be my best friend. I just want to be able to have my relationship with Jungkook too, and it's already too late for that anyways because of the damn bet. What's gotten into you?" I tell him, wishing I knew how to diffuse this.

"You don't get to have both, Jimin. You fucking wanted the goddamn relationship with Jungkook and not with me. I'm staying the fuck away and I won't fucking tell him. Okay? You win. Now stay the hell away from me, Jimin. It's hard enough loving you when you're busy loving him, so just stay the fuck away from me and don't bother coming back here. I don't want to see you again. And sure as hell don't come running back to me when shit doesn't work out with him when the bet doesn't get involved anymore either." Yoongi growls before slamming the door shut in my face.

Shaking my head silently in disbelief, I stumble backwards and end up falling on my ass as the tears finally start to fall.

It takes me a solid few minutes before I manage to get myself back up onto my feet, the heavy weight of everything crashing down on me and the pain from the beating being nearly too much for me to handle. Though, when I finally do clamber to my feet, I have no idea where to go or what to do to stop myself from falling apart completely. It's just all too much anymore.

I just look down to my pants pocket as my phone buzzes, reluctantly pulling it out of my pocket. I stare at it blankly as it reads Jungkook's name, forcing myself to answer it and press the device to my ear.

"Hello?" I answer quietly, swallowing the lump in my throat in hopes that I won't sound like I'd just been crying.

"Hi, Jiminie! Are you doing anything today? I was kinda hoping we could hangout and go out today..." Jungkook asks, growing shy at the end. If it weren't for what's just happened, I'd probably have a tiny smile on my lips at how adorable he sounds when he's shy, but I can't manage to muster it today.

"I should be free this afternoon if you'd like to go do some stuff, baby. Just text me your address and I'll stop over to pick you up later, okay?" I respond, trying to keep my tone light.

"Okay! Thank you, Jiminie!" Jungkook says happily before hanging up. I just sigh as I stare down at the screen, closing my eyes and properly unlocking it before going to the right app and dialing a number that I've not typed in for a few years now.

"Jimin? Is that you?" A familiar voice rings out vibrantly down the line.

"Yes, Jin. It's me. I'm sorry it's been so long. I need a new supply though."