Where did our love begin?//Jikook

Hold on

Jungkooks POV

Jungkook has been stressing out for weeks, lashing out at his mom and dad every second he can get. However, nothing could hurt more than when his mom released it to the whole world. One thing ran through his mind, and it was that he knew Jimin saw the post on Twitter.

"You rude piece of shit," I spat, "why did you release this!" I grabbed her wrist, but she gave off no worry.

"Because," she sighed, "we have to keep the company going. Understand there are reasons behind this marriage." My mom calmly addressed me, ripping my hand off her skin.

"What is the damn reason behind this disgusting forced marriage, huh?" I was disappointed in what my mother turned into.

"Jeon Jungkook, I'm not able to run the company! Your father is sick, so you have to run the company when he dies!" My face faltered.

"What? Mother, just because you called me to the states, does not mean I will marry someone I don't want to marry! You can do whatever you want, but nothing to do with me, I'm not in this family anymore." I went to turn away but she gripped my arm, her nails pierced my skin as she whipped me around.

"Don't think you should go back, no one wants you there. You know why, don't worry I'll tell you. Jimin is in the hospital on critical condition, and suicide watch." I felt my heart stutter with fear.

"He wants me back mother, not to stay. Call it off, now!" I cried.

"No, you will do this and support the company, or Jimin will suffer financially. No college, no house, no food, do I need to go on." She huffed, "why can't you understand?" My face twisted.

"You don't know me! Why should I call you my mother!?" I ripped my arm away, feeling the sting of scratch marks, as they bloomed on my skin. "God, you're a bitch," I rubbed at my forearm.

"I may be a bitch, but at least that's what gets me rich." Then she turned around and walked out of the room.

I scoffed and whipped out my phone to see if I can text my friends. I wanted to see if Jimin was okay, but I know they will hate me.

Jk: hey guys is Jimin okay? I know I haven't been able to text you or call you since I left, but I can explain.

Hoseok: stop texting us. You already hurt Jimin enough, ya know with getting married.

Jk: seriously tho my mother is forcing me to, you know I love Jimin. Please just tell him that I'm trying to come home.

Hoseok: Whatever, he almost died because of you. I guess you get to live with that now.

Jk: Hoseok I love Jimin. Stop being an ass.

Hoseok: are u sure?

Jk: yes
*seen*

"Damn," I mumbled right before I got up and headed to the kitchen for food.

As I walked up to the fridge, my father walked up to me. Now that I think about it, he looks sick.

"What do you want?" I asked searching through the fridge for food.

"You better make the right decision, scumbag." I felt that familiar feeling deep in my stomach but I didn't let it get to me, I couldn't do anything or else Jimin would get hurt.

"You know what, fine. If it protects Jimin." I agreed feeling a sting to my heart.

"You're still with that fatty?" He asked seriously.

"He is not fat, and yes I love him." Jungkook sternly told him.

"You disgust me. You're doing yourself a favor." My father said sipping his coffee.

"Go to hell," I mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

"Shut it!" He scolded me.

"I regret answering mom's call." Was the last thing I said before walking off with a cup of water, back to my bedroom to think.