Darkside

15

"Fine. The truth is, it's a bit more than just my trust issues. I'm also jealous. Extremely jealous of Jeon-fucking-Jungkook."

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Your eyes widen in shock. "What? Why would you be jealous?"

"Of everything he has." Jimin lets out a bitter laugh. "He has everything that I've lost."

You stare at him, dumbfounded. Jimin observes your reaction and sighs. "I'll explain... if you leave with me now."

Jimin pushes himself up from the counter and starts walking to the door before you can question him further. "Hey, wait up!" You shout, rushing to the door and fumbling with the light switches before running after his figure.

He steps into the familiar figure of the Ferrari you rode in last time, gesturing at the passenger seat without even turning back to look at you before getting into the car and closing the door. You feel your lungs already getting slightly tired from your short run.

Damn, I'm out of shape.

You open the car door hastily, climbing into the seat. Jimin watches as you fasten your seat belt, remaining wordless.

Jimin's about to start the car when you suddenly recall the previous frightening experiences that you've had in his car. "Wait, Jimin!" You screech, scaring the living daylights out of the man.

"What, Y/N? You good?" He whips his head towards you, eyes alarmed.

"Yes! I mean, no! I won't be if you drive like a maniac like you did the past few times I was in the car with you! Please don't drive fast this time or I'm going to have a heart attack!"

He rolls his eyes at you before diverting his attention back to driving. "I don't give a shit if you die of a heart attack."

"Jimin!"

"Okay, okay, chill, I was just messing with you. I'll drive slower this time." He promises, raising both hands in defeat.

You wait patiently as Jimin starts the car, but your mind refuses to be as patient. You can't help but wonder what he meant when he said he was jealous of Jungkook. What did Jungkook have, that Jimin didn't?

"Jimin," you blurt out. "Can you explain what you said in the cafe earlier?"

Silence.

"Jimin?"

His eyes remain ahead on the road, but there's a strange sharp glint in his eye. "I know you don't know me well, Y/N. That's why you wouldn't understand what I've lost. He has everything I want, everything I need."

"Jungkook... he's just a kid. Though scratched up, he's still innocent and carefree, not bound down by heavy restrictions. He could still have a chance at life outside Bangtan. He's not restricted to the Darkside, he still has a family that's looking for him. A friend that would go every day to visit him when he's sick. People that love him, want him to exist."

But he's not happy, you think. Jungkook was never happy with anything he had. Why couldn't Jimin see that?

"I may be only a bit older than him, but I've been through... less than pleasant experiences. Unlike him, I was born into this. I didn't have the choice to waltz in and do what I want. I was always controlled and bound down as a kid, and now, because I wanted a small taste of freedom, I no longer have a family. Friends. They all abandoned me."

A tear streaks down his pale cheek, the yellow streetlights from the dark night outside making the droplet shine as it traveled down. Jimin's voice gets thicker, but it's still soft, velvety.