♛How You Died♛ (Jikook/Kookmin) [[COMPLETED]]

♛Chptr. 54: What A Perfect Way to Ruin You ♛

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"I don't need to put bruises on your skin.

I don't need to cut you just to see you wounded and bleeding.

I don't even need to sabotage anything.

I just need to touch what's yours and mark it mine."

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3rd person's POV

Jimin slightly groaned when he felt the sunlight hit his eyes. He adjusted to the brightness, rubbing his eyes as he takes in his surroundings only for him to realize that he wasn't in his room. It wasn't his bed. 

He panicked and was about to stand up when he felt those arms encircling tighter around his bare waist. And only then he realized that he was indeed naked! He looked on his left with panic still in his eyes and sees the familiar figure who was cuddling on his chest.

Taehyung... He called the still sleeping Taehyung in his head. It took him a few more minutes before he suddenly stood up from the bed and winced silently feeling his arse and bottom hurting, almost as if it got ripped apart. 

He checked on the bed, worried that his wince must've awakened Taehyung but he thanked God when the latter didn't. He doesn't really want Taehyung to wake up right now because fucking hell! He remembered everything that happened between them the night before!

Him begging.

The sex.

The touches.

The burning feeling inside him that seemed to be controlling his body.

He still doesn't know if it was the alcohol he drank but he couldn't be sure. He was a lightweight indeed but he wasn't that drunk. He knew he still knows what he's doing but what he couldn't get a hold of was the fact that his body was doing something different. It's as if it was moving on its own!

Jimin grabbed his discarded boxers on the floor and his dress shirt as he walks his way downstairs not really knowing where it would bring him. Luckily, he found the kitchen as he got himself some water to refresh his fucked out state. Could be the literal fucked out state or just the fucked out in the head state. Whatever it was between the two he doesn't care right now.

"Aaarrrgghhhh!!! What the fuck did you do, Jimin! You are out of your mind, you imbecile!" He shouted after he gulped the cold glass of water. He then grabbed a fistful of his still disheveled hair in frustration as he kept on groaning and mumbling incoherent things.

He was pissed because he can still picture himself forcing himself on Taehyung. He could still hear himself, how embarrassing it must be and how disgusting it might be for Taehyung. The hell he doesn't even know Taehyung that long and there he just had sex with him!

"Go die, Jimin! Die! Die! That's better than facing him! Just what the hell would I tell--"

"Morning, Jiminie." And that voice interrupted Jimin's crazed head. He looked behind his shoulders and takes in Taehyung's figure who still had no shirt on. At least he was now wearing his pajamas.