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My maknae is mine only pt.3♛(jinkook)

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(((((This is now Jins pov)))))

I hate this. This feeling. The sight of him being touched by other members. No. Taehyung. STOP IT. Hoseok. WHY ARE YOU HUGGING HIM? NO! He's mine... Or atleast, he's supposed to be mine. I stared straight at his eyes, hoping he will receive the telepathic message I am trying to deliver. My attempt failed. Jungkook is our golden maknae. Of course he is loved by everyone. He is our Jungkook. Not my Jungkook. I walked out of the training studio breathing a heavy sigh. Unexpectedly,

Jungkook ran after me. "Hyung-! Where are you going?" I managed to suppress my desire to punch him in the face repeatedly for being so ignorant.

"I'm going out." I said sulkily. Shame on me for sulking at the age of 22, but I don't care anymore. Even worse, I even planned on revenging him for making me so jealous. I pulled Jimin's hand. "Jimin, let's go out with me." Now you know... Jungkook. Now you know... I dragged Jimin out of the room and left Jungkook gawping there. It was such a funny sight.

But he didn't come after us.

Is he even jealous?

He... He wasn't jealous...?

Ah... It hurts. So bad. So I'm the only jealous person in this relationship.

Me and Jimin went for a stroll and bought some snacks from a local supermarket. Jimin's face was red all the time. I guess it's because of the cold weather. I gave him my muffler. "Let's go home. You look cold." I offered. He nodded solemnly and grabbed hold of my hand. We walked hand in hand (like best friends do) until we reached the company building.

"Jin? Why is Jimin's face so red?" Namjoon questioned.

"Iono. I guess it's because of the cold?" I answered. "Hey, where's Jungkook?"

"Uh... Jungkook is... Uh..." Namjoon hesistated to answer. "Jungkook is..."

"HEY! TELL ME!" I shook Namjoon. "SHIT!" I rushed to our dorm. Namjoon's voice which is telling me to stop echoed through the hallway. "HYUNG! STOP!"

Jungkook has a twisted sense of humor.

What if he cut his wrist?

What if he swallowed bleach?

What if he... is having sex with someone else?

I barged in our dorm and headed straight to the bedroom. The door was locked.

It was never locked.

THE DOOR WAS LOCKED AND I COULD HEAR MY LOVER MOANING INSIDE.

"JUNGKOOK! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR! WHO ARE YOU WITH? ANSWER ME!" I shouted and shouted. I was furious. I glanced around. Namjoon is here. Jimin is here. Yoongi is here. Hoseok is here. Taehyung...?

"Please open this door..." I started to fall apart. Ugly thoughts came rushing through my mind. Jungkook, being overpowered by another man... I couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine. Continue if you want. TWO CAN PLAY THIS GAME!" I banged the door.

I dragged Jimin and slammed the main door in their faces. How dare he... That innocent faced kid... I felt betrayed. I glanced to the boy beside me. "I'm sorry Jimin... You're the only Jungkook's rival. I'm sorry for using you." the petite boy blushed and murmured "I... I don't mind... I'm glad to help."

So the plan is, our schedule is empty until tomorrow night. Perfect. I'm going to take Jimin to a hotel and spend the night there. That'll give time for Jungkook to repent and reflect on his mistakes. I clutched my fists. Damn... Are they still doing it now? I believed in that kid... Now he... He's... He's moaning under another man. I thought all of that is just for me? But hell yeah. I was wrong.