Now Your Mess Is Mine

1.4

Jungkooks POV

That can't be the little guy Yoongi beat up earlier, shit. He looks pissed at me, but it doesn't really look like he has any damage. I fiddled with the rip in my jeans, not sparing a look at the guy in front of me. Not going to lie though, my heart is racing, which shouldn't happen. I haven't liked anyone in years. I got this sick feeling in my stomach, and my cheeks feel extremely warm. My mind is debating on whether to look at him or not, but finally it made its mind to look up. When I did he was looking straight at me, and I froze.

"So what is your name? My mom has never mentioned you?" Jimin asks my dad, smiling at him with such a fake smile.

"Ah, my name is Jeon Hiyu, I own a business in the city of Seoul." My dad puts up such a big act when we all know he is a liar through and through.

"Liar." I scoffed and looked down at my shoes. My dad heard me and grabbed my leg, digging his nails further and further into my skin. I grunted and clenched my teeth. I looked up trying to smile it off, but Jimin looked concerned.

"Um, so we have you two here because we have news for you all." His mom said as she grabbed my dad's hand.

"Yes, she is going to be moving in with us, along with you Jimin because we are together. I think it would be a grand idea if you two moved in with us! Right Jungkook?" He looked at me and I was surprised at what just came out of their mouths. Jimin looked even more surprised as he looked at his mom.

"Nope, I'm not surprised that my dad is going to bring another little whore into our house, I guess mom wasn't good enough. Explains why you drove her out, along with the other five hundred women who slept in your bed." I lashed out getting up and leaving the table with a scoff.

Walking to the bathroom was the better place to go, since driving home would be the worst choice right now, seeing as though I just pissed off my dad and Jimin. I closed the door and sat on the floor processing the fact that the guy who makes me question my ability to live, is now going to be staying with us. The worst part is that our parents are 'dating'.

"Hey dick head open the door!" Great the one guy I'd rather not argue with.

"Sorry, the bathroom is being occupied, hence the red paper on the lock!" I raised my voice caressing the soft hair on my head.

"Let me in now." He did not sound like he was going to give up, so I got up and unlocked the door for him to come in.

"What do you want, seriously?" I was confused as to why he would come to me.

"What the hell is your deal, first you cause me to pass out earlier today, and then you lash out and call my mom a whore? Can't you give it a rest, bad enough I might have no choice but to live with you!" Jimin ranted at me and I just smiled.

"Better your ass hurt than me, duh. My face is too pretty to get hurt, but sorry your beautiful face got punched. Doesn't seem like it got too damaged." I smiled and turned around to face the mirror.

"You're an dick you know, but you already should have known that, right? You parade around people like you're everything, but once you're in trouble, you blame someone else. Probably why your dad hates you so much. Maybe your mom would have stayed if you weren't such an ungrateful ass!" Jimin screamed and that was the last straw before I turned around ran straight for him pinning him against the wall. I wanted to strangle him for the words he said to me, no one says that to me. My dad drove her out, not me. I snapped out of it when Jimin winced and grabbed his stomach.

I felt so bad, I didn't mean to hurt him, I just got hot headed. I looked down and attempted to lift his shirt, but he grabbed my hands, stopping me. I looked at his face, and he was worried. Jungkook laid his hand on his cheek whispering that it's okay, and he relaxed in his hold.

Once again I lifted his shirt and uncovered all the cuts and bruises Yoongi left on him. I gasped and touched them. Jimin winced and scrunched his face at my touch, but soon softened and looked at me with warmth. I don't know what this feeling I felt was, but it felt right.

"I'm so so s-sorry." Was all I could push out of my mouth as I rubbed his cheek. After sitting for a little bit just holding him, I told him that would drive him to my house and help clean up his mess the right way. Let's just say I come from experience. He soon agreed and I helped him into my car, and we drove to my house.