"How could you do this," Jimin demands. "Stealing from your dad? That's not you. You could've killed yourself, taking so many pills!" "Maybe that's what I wanted." Jimin makes a sound, inarticulate and feral. Then he pushes me. He puts his weight into it, pushes me like he would to a steady person. No more careful touches, no more arms looped through mine. Now is the time to make me fall, twist me up, ruin me for good. I topple, but I bring him down with me, reaching out st the last second and dragging him to the carpet. My hands are in his hair, and I pull. His nails dig into my shoulder. "Don't you dare say that," she gasps. "Take it back." "No." I buck beneath him; he's half sprawled on top of me. I can't breathe around the feeling.
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Teen Fiction•|Things get serious and they are basically fighting now. Jimin is still mad and Suga is trying his best to stay stable|•
