Bunny Boy ✓ Jikook

Chapter Nine

TAEHYUNG

"Where the fuck is he I am gonna call the damn police Jiminie answer your damn phone" I snap to no one but myself. I'm not even angry, I'm just worried. If I'm angry at anyone, it would be directed to myself. I should've gone after Jimin instead of letting him go out by himself. I know how he gets when he's upset I'm his friend for fuck sake. 

I groan, putting my phone onto the table, going back to flipping through the news channels, hoping not to see Jimins name on one of them. I huff, turning the tv off. I rub my eyes, it being almost 2 am sleep was starting to really take its toll on me. Between crying and the stress of worrying about where Jimin is, I could feel my eyes getting heavy. 

The door opened and I sat up, all sleep now has gone, Jungkook walking in and pulls the beanie off after shutting the door behind himself. I looked up at him with hopeful eyes but he only shook his head, making me frown and slouch back against the couch. He tossed his beanie onto the table, coming over and plopping down onto the couch next to me. 

He rubbed my knee, letting out his own sigh and slouch like me, his other hand laying dead in his lap. 

I had this itchy feeling in my chest, I still had Yoongis number in my phone, wondering if it even still worked. I didn't want to call him, but I felt like I had to just in case. That's the last place I want Jimin to be. 

I sit up, grabbing my phone, and unlock it, scrolling through my phone till I reached the contact named "Bastard" and click it. Why not try. Just please don't be there Jiminie...

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JIMIN

I hiss silently, feeling the soreness in my hips and face, letting out a shaky sigh and trying to relax. I felt tight arms around my waist that made me want to curl into myself but couldn't because of his hold. I nuzzle my face against the cold pillow to try to obtain some type of comfort from anything that I could. 

Yoongi let out a soft groan, letting me know that he was awake now, scooting closer so there wasn't even a centimeter between my back and his chest, kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck and holding my waist even harder, feeling like it's gonna break in half if he held it even tighter. Keeping me locked in place.

You're probably asking 'what are you doing'? Am I wanting sympathy? No, I asked for this. Not literally,  but I have to confess I didn't stop it. It brought comfort, but only for the first hour before it got to the way it always did back when we were together.

I let out a silent sigh feeling my eye throb in a dull pain of the black eye that formed overnight, feeling them both tear up and make it worse as they burn from the tears. It just forms more as more tears cascade down my cheeks even faster and in larger drops. I squirm to try to get some of his grip to loosen as it was starting to become painful.

"Will you stop fucking moving, you already woke me up squirming around the bed so stop moving" he finally snapped, letting go of the arm around my waist and using it to grab my bicep and yank me to lay on my back. 

"Y-Yoongi I really need to get home, I'm sure Tae is worried about me"

"Do you really think he cares? Probably fucking that guy you had at your place" he tsked, laughing and grabbing the blanket, pushing it off me to uncover my chest. 

I looked away from him quickly, feeling my eyes tear up more and making sure he doesn't see that it affects me. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look back over as he grins again, letting go of my face and reaches, brushing his thumb against my nipple that still had the bite mark around it, making me flinch at it being so sore.