Exotic Dancer [MYGxPJM]

26.

Yoongi

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The night was long. I could only think about what had happened and Chul's words. If he really loves me, he'll forgive me. He'll take me back. I lay with my eyes open in bed, waiting for the light to shine through my curtains. When it does, I get up and try to motivate myself to not visit Jimin. To not ask for forgiveness. To give him space. But I can't stop myself from putting on my shoes and driving towards his house. I can't help myself at all. I want him, and I want him too bad to let him go. If you love him let him go. I know that sentence. I hear it every where. Movies, songs, tv shows. I always thought I had to agree to that sentence. I always thought that I would have to let go if a love life ever happened to me. I can only spit on the words now. I'd never be able to let that little bastard go. He has his beautiful, smooth hands wrapped so tightly around my cold, dark heart. How could I let the person go that made me feel things again after my life with Chul? I shake my head. You're right, Min Yoongi. You should not listen to that nonsense sentence ever again.

It feels difficult to stand in front of Jimin's home. This is going to be the very first time I really do want to ring the bell. Even though I'd rather kick it down and jump on top of Junseo as soon as I see him. I can already feel the shock that rushes through him. It gives me adrenaline. My finger shakes when it hangs in front of the bell. Ring it, you idiot. Get it over with. The ring sounds deafening. My heart is in my throat as I await someone to open up the door. I hope it's Jimin. That means I don't have to face that fucker. My heart drops from my throat to the bottom of my stomach when I hear a cry. I am already screaming from the inside. As I thought, Junseo opens up. He's in nothing but his pants, sweat dripping down his upper body and his forehead. "Min Yoongi.." His head leans against the door and steps forwards once I want to step inside. "I think we had a deal if I ever saw your face again.." "Step aside and I won't have to show you what I want to do to yours." His hand feels strong against my chest as he pushes me back. "I don't think so, cutie. We're busy." "No. We are." It feels good to punch him. It feels good to finally revenge what he had done to Jimin that day. Flashes of his naked body run past my eyes. The way his eyes were wet, the way his wrists were turning red, the way he had to beg Junseo to stop.

I never truly thought back to that moment. I never truly remembered the pain I saw in Jimin's eyes. The sight of those eyes make me push him into the house. He looks shocked. I am too, but I turn the shock into hatred as I walk towards Junseo. "I'm going to give you one more chance to walk away right now." The blood running down from his nose to his chin gives me strength. "Don't make me kill you." he says to me, yet I give him another punch to eat up. He now falls right behind the couch and I get a glimpse of Jimin in the corner of my eyes. I wish I didn't notice him at all. His upper body rests against the glass table by the couch. His knees are leaning onto the carpet and his cheek is tightly pressed against the glass. His arms are wrapped behind his back with rope and his ass is completely filled with red marks that are slowly turning into bruises. I hate that belt. I hate to see it again. There are ropes around his middle as well, to keep him from moving. Those ropes are tied all the way around the glass table. His eyes find me, I can feel them looking. I put myself on top of junseo, my fists going wild on his face like I'm creating an art piece. I think Jimin felt like this when he had the life of Jaejin in his hands. "Y-Yoongi.." Jimin whines out. "Yoongi stop.." He's like the angelic voice in the back of my mind. He is the only clear thing I hear, everything else just sounds like pounding, loud noises. "Please stop.." He sounds different, and it probably is because his face is pressed against the glass table like that.

The angelic sound of his voice doesn't help, though. Not even when Junseo manages to push me off of him. He coughs, blood splattering onto his perfect, clean floor. I look up at the island in the kitchen. I can't think straight. I get up, my hands pushing themselves down on the island. Junseo pulls at my shirt and I almost slip. My hands keep me up, though. One now grabs a knife and before I can realize what I'm holding, the tip slices through the skin of Junseo's cheek. Blood gushes out, the cut disappearing into the color of blood. He puts his hand on his cheek and lets out a yelp. "You cut me!" He yells out, and as quick as the pain came, it leaves. He comes rushing towards me, and while I think of Jimin's naked body on the glass table, my face is being punched like I deserve. I try to focus my eyes on Jimin, but junseo forces me to close them instead. My fingers try crawling to the knife as fast as possible. It is just out of reach and I am lucky Junseo doesn't notice me struggling to get a hold of the weapon. "Stop.. please.." Jimin whimpers words I barely hear, except for the begs and the demands. I wish I could listen to him. He'll be mad at me for ruining Junseo's face. He'll probably hate me for it, and I give him all the right to. I remember my young self getting angry every time someone had beaten up Chul, no matter how much he hurt me himself.