taehyung's pov
"h-hobi invited me over for a sleepover."
"well tell him you can't make it." jungkook crossed his arms. he rolled his tongue over his cheek and that's how i knew he was upset.
"b-but i want to go." i whined.
"baby, i told you nicely once. i won't do it again." he softly caressed the nape of my neck, his voice held meaning.
i bit my lip as i thought over what he wanted. it hurt me deeply to do this, but i had already lost jimin, i wasn't going to risk hoseok.
"jungkook, im going to hoseok's house. i need my friend." i tried to explain, my voice becoming more serious.
"i promise you nothing is going to happen-"
his hand stopped moving. he harshly pinched my skin before he let go.
i winced but made no other movement. he looked surprised by my comment.
i had never fought back to him.
"fine. do whatever the fuck you want." he cursed at me.
he bumped my shoulder as he walked past me, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
i whimpered at the pain he left behind.