Return to Sender [P.JM + J.HS]

[chapter twelve]

[Jimin]

I'm not really going to hurt Hoseok. He's my sunshine, reason to live. But I am angry that he would set me up so dirty like that.

He really thought I wasn't going to notice how he was nervously looking around, or the obvious  fact that he nicely invited me out despite telling me to fuck off.

Oh and let's not forget my limp dick ex-boyfriend, Min Yoongi and Hoseok's tall for no reason, crab molesting friend, Namjoon, scoping the area.

They really tried to take me away from Hoseok. The nerve! The audacity!

I can't let it slide so he has to be punished. He needs to know that I'm fucking serious when it comes to my feelings about him.

I wont let no one—absolutely no one take me away from him.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" He snaps at me as I make him walk towards a hotel. 

I made reservations earlier with some money in had left over. It was good for a few hours, which was enough time for me and Hoseok to rekindle our love.

"Shut up and keep walking." I say, jabbing the gun into his side.

He mutters something under his breath. I catch out 'psycho bitch'

Oh sweetie, I'll show you psycho bitch. 

"Welcome, do you need a room?" A front desk rep asks. I quickly give her my information, of course I used a fake name. I didn't want Yoongi tracking me down.

I made sure to keep the gun hidden by pressing my body against Hoseok's since he is taller than me.

I see Hoseok smiling at the front desk rep. I know he's playing along, fearing he'll get shot.

"Here is your key. Enjoy your stay." She says, handing the key over to Hoseok.

He takes it and I lead him to the elevators and mark the button for the fifth floor. The ride took a few minutes and once we reaches our floor, I made him walk to our suite, room 506. 

"Open the door." I tell him and he does as told and opens the door before I shove him inside and quickly close it behind. 

Hoseok stumbles forward, hands up in the air as he slowly turns to me with a nasty glare. "What do you think you'll gain out of this?" he asks. 

"Your love, or course." I say because it's true. I'll make him love me not matter what. 

"Jimin, please put the gun away and lets talk." he says. I laugh. 

"I'm done talking. I just want to feel your body on me." I say, craving his touches again. I need to him to wreak me, to make me feel alive again. 

"Jimin please!" Hoseok begs. He looks so cute when he begs, like a little puppy. 

"You'll and I will be with each other one way or another." I tell him and point the gun at his chest. "I won't let you go again and I won't let them take me away." 

"No-No! Jimin stop!" Hoseok screams and cowers onto the bed. "Don't shoot me!"

No one will take me away from my Hoseok. I refuse to go back to that place, I refuse to abide to the doctors words, to be a slave to their treatments. 

No one can keep Park Jimin down. My parents couldn't, the hospital couldn't. No one. 

I'm not crazy, i'm just very passionate on what I want. 

"Strip off your clothes." I tell him. He gives me a blank stare and I nudge the gun on the side of his head. "I said, take off your fucking clothes."

He still gives me that same look and my patience breaks. I shoot the wall next to the bed, making him scream with fright. I heard other people down the hall screaming, but I don't care. 

Let them all scream. 

"Now don't make me ask you again." I grip him by the back of his head, shoving the gun under his jaw. He looks at me, anger mixed with fear reflects in his eyes. 

I'm sorry Hoseok, but you made me do this. 

"Take off your fucking clothes."