Pretend • Vmin

"You slayed my heart, how dare you"

-Edited

Holy fck, this is probably the only old story I'll edit. I won't edit Collide nor Worth 'cuz I do hate Worth—sorry, not sorry 😆

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Chapter One

"You slayed my heart, how dare you"

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Jimin was excited to surprise his boyfriend. Months of planning a unique birthday surprise for him. He took out his phone counting the minutes before Jungkook would barge in their shared apartment. He was excited but nervous at the same time. Will Jungkook like him? His clothes? The bed with rose petals in it? The candles around the bed? Will he like Jimin's cat ears?

Jimin wanted to squeal in anticipation when he heard the door click. It must be Jungkook! Jimin hurried and sat down at the edge of the bed, pulling his pink skirt down to cover his thighs. He was a bit conservative despite wearing such revealing attire. He was a virgin, but as much as he wanted to keep it, he was ready to give it to the love of his life. Jimin was aware that Jungkook wanted to have sex with him—they'd been together for seven months now. Jimin pressed his lips impatiently as he waited for his boyfriend to enter the room.

Jimin closed his eyes when he heard the door being pushed open. He fluttered them open sweetly so his boyfriend would find him extra adorable—but instead, he was shocked. Like being struck by lightning. Jimin didn't understand, and neither did Jungkook.

"Oh fuck."

The only words that echoed inside the room crowded with three people. What the fuck.

"S-seokjin hyung?" Jimin breathed out uncertainly, his heart rate skyrocketing. He felt betrayed. His eyes trailed down to their messed-up clothes, then back to their faces—breathing heavily, eyes hooded, lips glossy and swollen. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Jimin--babe. I thought you were away?" Jungkook said carefully, stepping forward so Jimin would look at him instead.

"I... didn't leave. It was just a cover-up. I wanted to surprise you." Jimin started closing his tiny fingers into fists in his lap. He could barely breathe; he wanted to die on the spot. He looked utterly ridiculous, and Jungkook finally noticed, looking Jimin over from his head down to his sinful legs.

"Jim-fuck." Jungkook cursed forcing himself not to push Jimin onto the bed but he forgot, he didn't love Jimin.

"Jungkookie, I think it's time for you to crack the joke," Seokjin said, grabbing Jungkook's arm and pulling him out of his fantasy of letting Jimin ride him.

Jimin didn't understand, 'joke?'

Jungkook took a deep breath, "Jimin, you were just a dare. I was drunk and I sort of fucked up. I lost a bet and my punishment was...making you... er...fall in love with me so I could fuck you. To be completely honest with you, I didn't think you'd take me seriously."

"I don't understand, Jungkook." By this time, Jimin was already crying.

"For fuck's sake, it wasn't real Jimin. Get over it! Jungkook played you that's all now scram!" Seokjin yelled glaring at Jimin. Jimin couldn't speak nor could he think properly, his throat went dry.

"Seokjin hyung, why don't we leave instead? Little kitten here has some cleaning to do." Jungkook laughed referring to the rose petals scattered over the bed and candles. Jungkook was feeling guilty, but there's no sugar coating. He used Jimin but Jimin was so difficult, he was such a prick he couldn't even fuck him.

"Fine." Seokjin marched out of the room, not forgetting to shoot Jimin a glare. Jimin then looked at Jungkook with hope.

"Jimin, I'm sorry. You just wouldn't give me your virginity, and now it's too late. I lost. And let's face it, baby—you're way too nice for me. Too innocent." Jungkook said meekly, tilting his head with a pout. "But you look cute, by the way. I almost wanted to stay, but unfortunately, my real boyfriend is a bit impatient." Jungkook smirked before walking out the door.

Jimin felt his world crash—like he could literally hear it shatter. This isn't real. He knew he was in denial, but he didn't care. He slapped himself twice, blinking hard and hoping he'd wake up. He was just a dare for seven months.

Suddenly, Jungkook appeared again, and hope rushed across Jimin's face.

"Sorry."

Jungkook apologized, and Jimin quickly smiled, about to stand up, when Jungkook spoke again.

"I forgot my Jacket."

Jungkook proceeded to grab a jacket from their closet and walked out without a second thought. Jimin's mouth fell open. He was used and humiliated. He ripped the cat ears off his head and tore the maid costume he'd asked Hoseok for. He wanted to scream and get mad—throw things, break them.

"Fuck you, Jungkook!" he screamed, opening their closet and pulling out all of Jungkook's underwear. He sorted them out, took the black ones, and stuffed them into his bag as a souvenir. He was going to leave. Oh, what do I do with the others? He spotted a pair of scissors on the study table and started cutting holes in the front of Jungkook's multicolored briefs. "Too nice, huh?"

"Now, what else?" He took some of Jungkook's white tshirts that Jimin bought last month, about ten of it then cut holes in the armpit. 'You fucker! You deserve this!' He shouted in his thoughts but he was unaware of the tears that had spilled from his eyes.

Jimin thought Jungkook was serious, thought he was the one. Because it was difficult to find a decent guy, he was gay and it's so difficult to find real love.

"How dare you use me! I hate you I hate you I haaaaate you!" He yelled while sobbing. This isn't fair, all he did was be honest and loving. He didn't deserve this!

He took all his clothes and shoved them into a suitcase—Jungkook's suitcase. Since he was half-naked, he decided to wear Jungkook's hoodie. Some sentimental-value shit. He pulled on ripped jeans. Before leaving the room, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked like utter shit. No wonder Jungkook didn't take him seriously.

But who was he to complain? Before Jungkook, he was no one.

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