Where did our love begin?//Jikook

Down the deep hole

Jimin's POV

It had been weeks, and I guess Taemin was right because I haven't heard from Jungkook since our little fight at my house. Jin thinks that he is just busy helping his mother out, but I don't believe it at all.

At the moment, I am sitting at home with a bottle of soju laying in my bed. I reached over knocking my glass onto the ground attempting to grab my phone.

"Shit," I groaned, the bright light piercing my vision.

Suddenly I could hear a loud noise rushing through my door into my room. As always it was Jin screaming to drop my phone.

"Jimin, don't you dare look at twitter!" He shouted, yanking the phone out of my grip.

"Why~," I slurred, giggling. He looked at me disgusted and concerned.

"Because, just don't." He said placing my phone at the end of the bed, shortly after he looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Kim Seokjin, give me my damn phone!" I whined in return while forcing myself to get up off the blanket.

"No Jimin, you need to get it together okay? How long has it been since you ate, or slept, or thurley cleansed yourself, huh?" Jin stood up off the bed and looked around my room. It was a complete mess, I know but I'm too lazy. 

"I d-don't know?" I quickly reached over and snatched my phone off the edge. Jin whipped around with worried eyes throwing his hands up to stop me.

"Jin really? What is your deal, I just want to see if Jungkook texted me okay? M-maybe just maybe this is the day that he calls me and tells me he's coming home. Okay, why can't I look?" I looked down to be met with a horrifying sight, the words spun in my head as I looked at them. Jin yanked my arm to grab the device, but it was too late.

"Married?!" I barked at the tweet posted by the Jeon company. It was breaking news all over the internet worldwide. The bile in my throat started to rise, and I felt very dizzy. I hadn't eaten anything in over 5 weeks so I doubt anything solid or liquid will come out.

"Jimin...I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see it." He flopped his hands to his side and walked over to try and hug me, but I pushed him away and ran to the bathroom. My mind was all over the place, running in hundreds of directions.

I didn't know what to do, I gripped my hair and screamed knocking everything to the floor on the counter, sounds of glass everywhere.

"Jimin, calm down sweetie, I know it's hard but we're going to get through this, come on have hope." Jin tried to talk through the wood door.

"Stop trying to tell me to calm down! He lied to me, and now he's never coming back." I searched through the cabinets above and under the sink.

"Jimin? What are you doing? Jimin, let me in! Jimin, don't you dare do it, stop!" Jin pounded on the door, but I didn't listen to him. All that ran through my mind was that I was useless.

"Through everything, this still proves that I'm worthless, even Jungkook couldn't love me enough." I crashed to the floor, salty tears soaked my shirt. I held the pill bottle in my hand from months ago, debating whether or not this is the best idea.

"Jimin, you are not worthless, understand Jungkook should have his reasons as to why he's getting married, okay? Jimin... Jimin! Open the door now!" Jin twisted the delicate door knob in an attempt to break through, but rest assured it didn't budge.

I lifted the pills to my face and dropped them straight into my dry mouth.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, right after saying that I swallowed them and closed my eyes. I remembered all the good times with Jungkook, until they got interrupted by Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Taehyung busting down the bathroom door.

"Jimin!" They were shaking me side to side, trying to keep me awake, but I was off in my own world, I think i'm finally dying.

"I deserve it. I'll go to hell." That was the last thing I could make out before feeling my whole body go limp, and my eyes blacking out.