Tattoos | Park Jimin

Tattoo || 37

           The halls were dim since no one was supposed to be wandering aroud. Clacking of your heels echos loudly as you make your way to the terrace. You got closer and saw a silhouetted figure and made a beeline towards the man who turned around as soon as he heard your presence.

You smile at him widely, still not understanding why he called you here, alone. Nervousness suffocated you as you walk towards him and he pushed a hand towards to hold.

Exactly like a gentleman.

You held it lightly and stand in front of the railing, having a good view of the beautiful city of Tokyo. The lights were bright and the city view was just extraordinary.

You glanced at Hoseok who was looking forward too but soon made eye contact with you.

" You asked me to meet you here. " The corner of his lip tugged upward as he gently brushed his thumb over the back of your hand.

" I wanted to talk to you. "

As soon as his eyes turned to look forward, your eyes checked him out shamelessly.

His face was breathtaking. It felt as of it glowed brighter under the moonlight. His jawline was vividly sharp. Tattoos swirling down his neck and continued till his hands.

You were to drawn to his beauty that you didn't even realise when he noticed your gaze and smiled at you.

" It's about Jimin. " You snapped out of your thoughts. You gut clenched in fear that what you feared the most is going to be placed before you.

You were almost sure what he was going to tell. The truth, which you did not want to accept.

" Y/N - ah, " He held your other hand and took a step back widening the distance. " let me do the honours in telling your your boyfriend's real identity. "

You gulped and held onto his hands tightly, not trusting your knees which were getting wobbly.

" Jungkook might have warned you by now. But Park Jimin isn't what he says or looks like. "

Your gaze lowers down to his shoes, " I know, Hobi. " His eyes soften as he sees you so vulnerable, so weak.

And so easy to break.

He steps back to his original position and softly continues.

" Girls are like his addiction, princess. He - he plays with them like toys. You know how addiction feels like, right? "

You slowly collect the remaning confidence in you and look up at the man trying to read his eyes. But you failed.

" Addiction hurts others. Like how you can't help but smoke even though you have promised so many people. It hurts them."

" Just like that he is going to hurt you. Its been almost four months. He might have at least once exposed himself to you. And might have even made up and excuse. "

You wanted to protest. You wanted to say no, he never made an excuse. You just wanted to deny the fact that your boyfriend would repeat it. You so badly wanted fo defend Jimin but a part of you knew, your friend was right.

" J-Just — " Before you could even realize, Hoseok connected his lips with yours. You gasp as your free your hand from his and push him with all your force.

It worked but the sudden physical contact didn't go unnoticed.

" Hoseok — " Your eyes filled tears turned to look at Jimin who didn't bother looking at you.

He did not waste time to connect his fist with Hoseok's face. You pulled yourself together and came between the men.

" Baby, wait. " You whispered softly as held is jaw and gently pushed him back. He still didn't look at you.

You turned to Hosoek with rage and sudden hatred.

" Get out, — " The tall man smirked arrogantly with pride and satisfaction drawn all over his face.

" — before I call the security on you. "

" Gladly, princess. " With hands in his pockets, he made his way out not bothering to wink at Jimin.

How could Hobi..?

You thought with hidden grief.

As soon as his presence was away, you turned to Jimin and lift your hand to hold him, feeling completely overwhelmed.

But he just pushed you away and walked away before making it clear to you,

" We don't talk till we are back in Seoul. "

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