✨MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ✨|| JIKOOK

24.

JIMIN POV

Getting back to my room was
an ordeal but I was fueled by adrenaline, anger and embarrassment every step
of the way.

Now I'm leaning against
my closed bedroom door, breathless from the pain in my back as I try to clear my head.

I'm safe in here, away from
their questions and their
arguing and the confusing
way they make me feel.

I should probably put on
some clothes but I'm tired
and my body aches.

All I want to do is lie down
on the bed that's just a few
feet away and pretend like
this day never happened.

I'm fighting back tears as I
climb into that bed and I'm
not sure if it's from the aching muscle in my back or from
the way I keep letting myself
get caught up in whatever it is that's going on between these two Alphas.

Sure, they're both hot.

Jaw-dropping kind of hot.

But it's more than that, too.

More than the money, even.

They're interesting.

Intriguing.

So alike and so different at the same time that being around each of them is fascinating but when they're both together?

It's like a drug.

It's intoxicating.

And it's making me question everything I'm doing.

I've never, ever let myself go with any other man the way
I have with both of them.

For different reasons and in different ways, they make something come alive inside
of me that feels so good I
can't deny it.

A knock on my door makes
me jump and wince in pain
from the sudden movement.

"Go away." I call out, not knowing or caring which
brother might be on the
other side of that door.

I'm annoyed with both of them.

Even if I weren't, I'd still be embarrassed from my own behavior over the past couple
of days.

"Jimin, we'd like to talk to
you." It's Guk's voice but did
he mean they both want to
talk to me?

"Please, Jimin." Jungkook's
voice answers my question.

"Please let us in so we can
talk about everything that's happened."

Ugh. No.

That does not sound like a conversation that I want to have.

Ever.

"I don't want to talk about anything." I say.

"I need some time to myself."

It's as blunt as I know how to
be probably too honest, if I'm being rational about it.

But I'm not feeling especially rational or especially
diplomatic right now.

If they want to fire me over
the way I'm talking to them
now, that's fine with me.

I'll go back home and never
think or speak about this trip again.

But even in my head, I know
that thought is a lie.

The two men on the other side
of that door are the only people I've thought about day and
night since the first time we
all gathered in my office.