Jimin stabs his fork into his bowl of fruit, a fatal scowl on those luscious lips of his. His eyes glare at his half eaten breakfast, not feeling the overwhelming hunger he normally does in the morning. Instead it was replaced with a foul ache, hard rock that lodged inside him.
He didn't want to even think of him, mention his name in fears he'd break-shatter into a million painful pieces.
"You Okay Chim?" Tae stared at him from across the table, enjoying his own breakfast cereal.
Jimin loosely glances to him, his eyes clouded and glistening with a watery haze. He refused to show his heartache, didn't want to appear brittle and broken even if it was how he felt.
"I'm fine, just tired." He faintly mumbles, swivelling his food about.
"He's not a morning person, just be thankful he hasn't sworn at you yet." Caleb clamps down on his Apple, giving him a cheeky grin.
Jimin shots him a hard glare, frowning at him but saying nothing since he didn't have the energy nor will to do so.
"You boys all ready for school? Is Jungkook taking you again sweetie?" Their mother clicks into the room, large cup of coffee in hand.
"No he is not." Jimin said rather spitefully, digging his fork harder into his fruit.
Three eyes stare at him, all wearing the same curious expression. Jimin could feel them boring into him, burning a cruel hole.
"He's just busy, he can't." He makes up an excuse, not wanting to delve into his unstable emotional state.
"Well least that means you can walk with us, right Cay?" Tae elbows the boy, smiling brightly even this early in the morning.
Caleb giggles, nudging him back while he stuffed his face. Jimin though didn't enjoy in the laughter or enjoyment. Smiling was the last thing on his mind, anger and sadness had made its home inside and was there to stay.
His phone buzzes in his pockets, it had been doing that since he woke up. He could guess who been texting him, just like they always did. Though this time he didn't feel the excitement, the gleeful bubble inside him that edged him to look. He didn't bother even glancing, not wanting to hear what Jungkook had to say.
Jungkook didn't make him feel good anymore, no matter how hard Jimin wanted to run over there and talk it out like he knew he should he just couldn't. It hurt to much, he was to scared to comfort the problem in fear what he thought was the truth.
Jungkook was cheating on him with that guy from the party. He didn't actually feel the same electrifying pull Jimin did. Maybe he did like him but just not enough, not enough to stay faithful to just him.
His phone vibrated again, he groans then reluctantly pulls it out.
Sexy neighbour😉
Hey gorgeous! Hope you slept well, want a lift again?
Sexy neighbour😉
Baby you awake?
Sexy neighbour😉
Everything okay babe? Not ignoring me are you🥺
Jimin rolls his eyes, turning his phone over, not giving in to texting him back. He ignores the swell in his heart at the delicious nicknames, not letting it turn him into mush like it always did.
"Is that lover boy?" Caleb leans over to try get a look but Jimin snatches his phone back.
"It's nothing, let's just get going or we're going to be late." He pushes back his chair, standing up leaving his half eaten breakfast.
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The Boy next door
FanfictionJimin was adopted at the age of four, never knew his mother or his life back in Korea. He can't speak the language but that might all change when he moves right next door to an ungodly like man who catches his interest the moment he lays on him. T...
