❝I can do whatever I want to do with you, after all, I pay you for this.❞ It was the proximity and his sudden desire to press his body in mine that caused malfunctioning in my brain.
I lifted my knee high above the floor to the place between his le...
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A/N:- a LOT happens in this chapter. Watch out well for clues and other stuff (👀). We're close to the climax.
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"Taehyung, that's a nerf gun, stupido—What the fuck!?" Jimin, who mocked me for trying his durability with a nerf gun and Y/N, who facepalmed at my silly choice of weapon were left absolutely speechless when my dart hit Jimin directly on the forehead.
"Who's laughing now, stupido~," I said in a sing-song voice. His small fingers ran across his forehead to provide some solace. I took another step closer to Y/N but seeing Jimin flinch and almost jump in defense, I had to back off.
He didn't realize when his grip to make her stay started causing pain. She was mostly quiet as if caught red-handed. "You don't deserve her..." His voice cracked but his grip just grew tighter with fueling insecurities. A little whine escaped her lips before she traced his fingers around her arm as if silently asking him to let go.
"You're the one who doesn't deserve her! Let go, you're hurting her as always!" Referring to the past was never easy but sometimes it had to be brought up in light to avoid certain situations and people associated with it.
"Oof, if you consider this as hurting then how should I acknowledge your beautiful deeds? You shouldn't get what you don't deserve but see how lucky you've been, Taehyung." Jimin surely thought of himself as a high-class 19th-century Greek philosopher to have the right to decide what I deserved or not.
"Don't project your jealousy on me. Didn't you do that enough already?" My gaze dismissed the confusion on Jimin's face to focus on Y/N who was still forced to play Damsel in distress.
We had a long eye contact as if we were longing to see each other but it wasn't the time. We had to save our souls from a virus as deadly as coronavirus, with a name Park Jimin.
"What... do you mean...?" He said as we walked closer to the door. It wasn't the same, composed Jimin I had known for years. Disheveled hair covered most of his sharp eyes as he looked at us from between the strands of his hair. "You're right, Taehyung, but just in your head. It doesn't count as jealousy but as sympathy. I was just sad for her, after all, she fell for an asshole like you. If only she wasn't so dumb to ignore all the things you did—"
"Jimin, shut up—" I shouted, pointing the gun at him again but just as though he became free of all the human and nerf bullet fears, he continued speaking.
"Even Sora's story couldn't convince her! Just how lovesick and stupid wife you had!" Jimin literally rapped out words, barely being in control of his own voice and same went with his emotions. "Why are you still with him!? You don't remember how Taehyung and Sor—" Jimin shouted his lungs out while pacing wildly towards Y/N.
She tightly shut her eyes and clutched the fabric of my coat. "Ugh! Jimin!" His chest heaved, running out of breath after the intensive rapping. "You're scaring her!" I stated the very unusual behavior of Y/N.
