𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎

Chapter 12

I remembered the first day I had seen him: he was a toy, an accessory, an innocent boy who was just waiting for someone like me to corrupt him, but of course it could never be that easy. Thinking of him as a toy would make me just like my brother, but thinking of him as something along the lines of my boyfriend would make me normal. Normal didn't work with my type of job.

I had first seen him with no marks on his neck and no ring on his left hand, which led me to my conclusion that he was available. Except his neck was still milky white and his hand was still barren even now that was with me.

I knew I couldn't afford to ever be normal, but I couldn't stand the possibility that he could ever belong to anyone other than me. Maybe that was the unconscious reason in the back of my head as to why I really went to the coffee shop every day: I had to make sure I didn't have another Ricky situation to take care of. I had to make sure that everyone in that damned coffee shop knew that he was mine.

I was obviously addicted. It was hard to not be able to complete my routine of going to see him every day and it was even harder to lay in my bed without him. Maybe he was the one who drugged me.

"Hey, Kook."

I cleared my throat and shook my head slowly as I heard the refreshing sound of his voice over the phone. "Hey, baby."

There were a few seconds of him giggling and a few seconds of me imagining the light blush that was probably written across his face. Or maybe he wasn't blushing. Maybe he was feeling confident and cocky today.

"So how's it going?"

I sighed. "It's okay so far. One of my members fucked up so now we have to put a small pause on the project to fix his problem."

Jimin hummed. "I'm sure it won't be too much of a problem."

"Hopefully not."

The conversation was even a normal conversation. Things were normal with him, yet it was like I flipped a switch as soon as work came up. I could still do my job just fine, and definitely still far better than the others, so there wasn't much of a problem. If Hoseok surpassed me, then I would have a problem.

"Have you been able to see the news today? Or at least been on your phone?"

I smiled. "Well I'm on my phone right now, aren't I?"

He groaned. "Kook! You know what I mean."

I sighed. "No, I haven't. Is there something wrong? Are you okay?"

He laughed again. "Nothing happened, I'm fine. It's just that I hadn't seen Ricky in a while and then he just popped up on the news."

I took a deep breath and simply acted as if I knew nothing. "Really? Is he trying to flirt with you through the news, now?"

Jimin giggled quietly like he wanted to laugh but knew he shouldn't. "God, no. I meant he's... well, he's dead."

"Dead?"

"Yeah, someone killed him."

I subconsciously bit the inside of my cheek. "Did they say how? Why? Who?"

"No, they didn't say a lot. They think he was into drugs and didn't have enough money so a dealer killed him."

"Fuck... what about his family?" It was about damn time my art was finally caught on the news.

"They're gone. He had a wife and kids. Kids! He had kids and a wife and he was still trying to have sex with me." He let out a long sigh. "But I guess they didn't want anything to do with him. They just disappeared."

"Strange..." That was truly odd, especially since I didn't even go near his wife and kids.

Suddenly Seokjin was standing right beside me. I instantly flinched away, my eyes widening in shock. How the fuck did he get there?

"Is that Jimin? From the coffee shop? Jeon Jungkook! I swear to fucking god if you-" His annoying voice was so loud Jimin had to have heard it.

I slapped a hand over his mouth and interrupted him. "Hey! I'm on the phone! You can bitch all you want after I'm done."

Jimin bursted out laughing. His voice was a blessing even through the phone. I could picture his big white smile and those crescent shaped eyes.

I sighed. "Sorry about him. I'm still at work right now."

"Then what are you calling me for? You should be working!"

I sighed. "We were supposed to have a small break but this asshole won't get off my back."

Jimin giggled for another second. "Just think of it this way: the sooner you finish, the sooner you get to see me. Okay?"

I smirked. "Mmm... sounds good."

He grunted. "Okay, weirdo."

I could imagine him shaking his head with a smile on his face. He was so sweet.

I sighed. "I should get to work, then."

"Yes you should. I'll see you... sometime. Bye Kookie~" His voice was music to my ears.

"Bye, baby." I drew the phone away from my ear as the music stopped and was followed by a low beep that ended the call.

I slowly tilted my head back with a long sigh. I had to make it possible for me to keep Jimin while also keeping my job. I had to have some sort of switch. I had to have some sort of alter ego. There had to be a clean line between Jeon Jungkook and Jungkookie.

"Jeon, what did you do?" Seokjin was talking again.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "What do you mean?"

"I saw your face when we first went to the coffee shop. That was not a 'Jungkookie' face."

I paused. I had to tell him, especially because he was supposed to be my 'doctor friend'.

I pursed my lips. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to hit me."

He crossed his arms. "No promises."

I took a deep breath. "Well I sort of drugged his coffee and-"

I was interrupted by Seokjin slapping me. "You drugged him? Are you joking? Did you use my drugs? I bet you did, you fucking brat!"

I laughed awkwardly. "I mean, either way it worked out. Except now he thinks that I have a doctor friend that came to check on him while he was passed out and he wants to meet you-"

"I'm the doctor friend? Jungkook!" He slapped me again.

I huffed. "Could you stop slapping me? You should be happy that I finally have a- well, I actually don't know what he is..."

"A boyfriend. I should be happy that you forced a young boy to be your boyfriend."

I crossed my arms. "I didn't force him, I just gently pushed him towards that direction."

"For fuck's sake, Jungkook." Seokjin massaged the bridge of his nose.

I leaned back against a wall behind me. I knew he wasn't too pleased, but everything else had already worked out perfectly.

"Do you even like him?"

That was the question I needed to answer. I knew I liked him, but at what cost?

I paused. "Yes, I do."

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