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-{Jimin}-
I wokeupin my bed, I had figured Taehyung had probably dropped me off. I smiled at the memories of thatprevious day.
I got dressed andheaded to the kitchen where Jungkook had his head on his palms while sitting on the table. Worry filled my heart. I went up to him, placing my hand on his shoulder, only to beimmediately pushed away.
"A-are you okay?"
He slowly approached me, his hair covered half of his eye, which made him look even scarier for me. He grabbed my shoulders, our faces were inches apart, Iquicklytilted my head to the side and shut my eyes. "Don't even thinkabout ever seeing Taehyung again do youunderstand me????"
My eyes widened as tears flowed down my cheeks. "but...I can't..."
His grip on myshoulders tightened, his nails dug in my skin making me twitch. He scoffed. "Are youdisobeyingmerightnow?? If you ever see himagainIwon'thesitate to kill him."
"Jungkook pleasedon't do thisI beg yo-"
I felt a harsh feelingon my jaw causing me to yelp and hit my head against the counter. I criedwhile wrapping myself into a ball. He grabbed my hair, making me look up at him.
"So what will it be?"
"...I won't see him..."
He smirked in victory. He looked so evil at thatmoment. He was never like that before, he would have never done that before, he changedwithoutany reason. The love he had for me died, no longer did he hang on my words, or surrender himself to my caress. No longer did he cherish my company or speak my name with softness. The stress he felt from the public, the pressure he received from his job and family left room for a rage he could not suppress, leaving no other target but me. At first there was guilt, and attempts to stop, but soon he gave away, realising how much he enjoyed beating his fists against my skin and that killed me inside everyday.