JM Pov
As I sat waiting for my viva, Suga and Eunwoo were seated across from me. Eunwoo, once again, began gushing about Jungkook and how he would be perfect as a husband.
I glared at him. "Have him then."
Eunwoo grinned. "Yeah, he's already your husband, Jimin. You're lucky to have him. If you lose him to me, it'll be your loss."
I folded my arms, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "Could you please explain to me how last time he insulted you, saying those vulgar things... and now you're taking his side? I thought you had some sense of decency. But sorry, Eunwoo." With that, I stood up, ready to leave the place.
Eunwoo quickly spoke up. "Yeah... Didn't I tell you? He apologized to me, Jimin. He even asked me to slap him hard so I could forget him. But I didn't accept his apology. He kept following me wherever I went, and I was so upset about his behavior. So, I eventually accepted his apology. He genuinely spoke from his heart, Jimin... Trust me, I can sense his sincerity."
Before I could say anything in response, Yoongi chimed in. "Just give him a chance, Jimin. Maybe he loves you and can protect you, Minnie."
"Enough, please... You too, Yoongi hyung... If you two take his side, then I'm leaving." Tears started rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably.
Yoongi hyung came to me and apologized. "Sorry, Minie."
"Sorry, Jimin... Calm down. I won't talk about him. Please," Eunwoo said, his tone filled with worry.
I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer, and I broke into tears. Without saying a word, I left them behind.
30 minutes passed, and it was my turn. I was the fifth person to start my viva. As I waited for my chance, a sudden realization struck me-I had forgotten to bring my ID card.
"Shit... I'm dead," I panicked, realizing the consequences.
Eunwoo and Yoongi noticed my distress, but I was desperately searching for a solution. Then, an idea sparked in my mind.
I quickly called the watchman and requested him to bring my ID.
Impatiently, I waited for the watchman to arrive. Eunwoo decided to wait with me since we were the last ones to attend the viva. We had 30 minutes before our turn.
Soon, a sleek black Lamborghini car approached us, and the watchman handed me my ID.
As everyone around us gathered and started gossiping about the arrival of the car, I sighed and decided to call the watchman. Just as I was about to reach for my phone, the man from the car stepped out. Eunwoo pointed at him and exclaimed, "Jungkook hyung!" I followed his gaze, wondering why Jungkook was here.
"Yeah, your husband is here!" Eunwoo shouted, causing me to glare at him. Jungkook noticed me and waved, but I didn't acknowledge him. Eunwoo waved back on my behalf.
Jungkook made his way towards me, with a crowd of girls surrounding him and eyeing him from head to toe. One girl couldn't contain her excitement and exclaimed, "Hey handsome... You are... Oh my God, you're smiling... I'm dying right now." The girls were captivated by his presence.
He walked past them and stood in front of me, drawing the attention of the whole crowd, who were now looking at us with curious expressions.
"I was about to leave the house when the watchman spotted me and told me that you had forgotten your ID. So, I came," he explained with a bunny smile.
"I wish I could wipe that smile off his face," I thought to myself.
"Wow, you're so kind. Jimin, is he your brother? I'm already eyeing him," one girl exclaimed, causing others to join in, discussing who should have him as if they were willing to ask him out on a date.
"It's not your job to carry my ID. You shouldn't have come... but thanks anyway," I said, expressing my gratitude but also emphasizing that he didn't need to do this.
He smiled at me. "It's nothing, Jimin," he said, seemingly unfazed by the attention from the girls.
Meanwhile, the rest of the crowd remained fully focused on him. Suddenly, a girl pushed me, causing me to lose my balance and slip to the floor. Jungkook grew visibly concerned and glared at the girl responsible.
"Jimin, are you okay?" he asked, worry evident in his voice. I didn't say anything, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pain.
"Can you stand?" I attempted to stand, but I ended up falling back down.
"Jimin, if you don't mind..." Jungkook paused for a moment before deciding to scoop me up in a bridal carry. He held me securely in his arms and walked across the hallway, drawing screams from the onlooking crowd.
"Yeah, bring me down... Bring me down already!" I yelled at him, but he continued to carry me, ignoring my protests. In frustration, I bit him on his neck.
He let out a moan, and I immediately panicked, deciding to keep quiet. He took me to the nurse's room to treat my wound, and I remained silent throughout. Afterward, he carried me to my viva.
My professor eyed him suspiciously, but before he could say anything, Jungkook spoke up, "I'm Jeon Jungkook, the university trustee and founder. This is Park Jimin, my husband. He sprained his legs, so I carried him. Is there a problem, Mr. Choi?" I felt a surge of anger but swallowed it down.
Mr. Choi seemed flustered and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. Jimin, we can start the viva now."
And so, I began my viva. Time passed, and after completing my test, Jungkook approached me.
"Are you okay? Shall I carry you?" he asked. I gave him a death glare and then turned to Eunwoo, asking him to accompany me home. When Jungkook suggested driving us home, I vehemently declined and left him behind.
At home, I patiently waited for Jungkook to arrive. Finally, around 8 PM, he came in. "Finally, you know where to return?" I said sarcastically, folding my arms across my chest.
He gave me a pointed look and started smirking. "Oh, so you were waiting for me," he remarked.
"Waiting my foot! How dare you carry me at my university? Are you insane, Mr. Jeon Jungkook?" I stated, my anger evident.
"Why?" he approached me.
"Don't come near me..." I warned, but he kept advancing.
"Stop right there..." I trailed off, my voice breaking.
"Please..." Tears started rolling down my cheeks. Suddenly, he backed away and left the house.
I hugged myself tightly, crying my heart out. "I can never imagine someone touching me... Only Taemin has... No one has the authority to touch me," I whispered to myself, feeling a mix of vulnerability and frustration.
Jk Pov
"Please..." his plea echoed in my ears, breaking my heart. I couldn't bear the thought of being unwanted, of not being worth his love. Tears streamed down my face as I left him standing there.
Amidst my anguish, I felt an overwhelming sense of despair and questioned myself, "Am I too flawed to be loved again? Am I unworthy of receiving love in return?" With a heavy heart, I left my home and sought solace in a bar.
I ordered a large whiskey and downed shot after shot, losing count after the tenth. Many girls approached me, hoping to catch my attention, but I paid no heed to their advances. I was lost in my own misery.
In my intoxicated state, I dialed Taehyung, hoping he would come to my rescue. After what felt like an eternity, he arrived and pulled me away from the abyss I had fallen into.
I lacked the energy to speak, so I remained silent, barely registering his words. He carried me in his arms and took me back to my home, a sanctuary that now felt empty and devoid of happiness.
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Tae Pov
After leaving Jungkook in the car, I headed straight to Jimin's place, my anger towards Jungkook intensifying with each passing moment. How could he hurt Jimin like this? I couldn't bear to see Jimin in pain anymore. Perhaps I had made a mistake by pushing them to marry when Jungkook wasn't willing.
I knocked on the door with force, my frustration evident. Jimin opened the door, looking tired and worn out. His puffy eyes and flushed cheeks indicated that he had been crying. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state softened my anger.
He gave me a questioning look, asking why I was here. I took a deep breath and prepared myself to express my thoughts.
"Jimin, I understand that you don't like Jungkook, but I'm asking you to show him some respect," I said firmly, trying to convey my perspective.
He let out a laugh, filled with bitterness. "Why should I?" he retorted.
My anger flared up again. "I'm trying to have a civil conversation here. Don't push me," I warned, my voice laced with frustration.
"Do you even know how much pain he has endured in his past? When he started to develop feelings for you, he put his past behind him and was ready to embark on a new life. If I had known you were so stubborn and incapable of reciprocating his feelings, I would never have allowed Jungkook to get close to you in the first place," I explained, my words filled with a mix of exasperation and concern.
"What do you mean by his past?" Jimin asked, confusion evident in his voice.
My frustration reached its peak, and I took a moment to compose myself before delving into Jungkook's painful history, hoping that Jimin would finally understand.
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Tomorrow is Nov 8, Jikook first Private trip to Tokyo. Gcf ft Jimin... I guess it's their anniversary.. I love jikook. Let's watch together once again Gcf in Tokyo.
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