Jimin was pretty much planning on just telling Taehyung very fast then leave, but things escalated to his dismay in a way that had never even crossed his mind. And here he found himself, as a result, gnawing on his lower lip as he tried to dismiss the guilt and try to think of an excuse. A goddamn excuse as to why he was this late.
He knew that the stupid guard would probably inform Jungkook of the time he had arrived again, say that he was exactly two hours late and Jungkook won't probably let it slide.
Jimin knew better than repeating the same mistake in a short span of time for Jungkook's patience was far shorter, and if the latter wore thin, then none of them would be pleased by the outcome.
Jimin walked through the empty hallways, deep in thoughts. He was aware that he surely fucked up, but being aware really meant nothing to him at all.
It just meant that he could feel some disgust towards himself for falling so weakly in the arms of another man, and that he would only blame himself when Jungkook unleashes his wrath at him.
He would only chastise himself for the pain he would most probably feel very soon. And right then, he was sure that the softness or irresistibility of Taehyung's lips wouldn't save him. Such things were only meant to ruin him. And after all, Taehyung didn't even love him, and certainly didn't care too.
He felt shudders traveling throughout his body at the thought of anyone discovering his stupid mistake, and breathing was decidedly harder than it had been a moment ago.
It would with no much thought be the end of him. He had never cheated on Jungkook, in his entire lifetime but here he was, doing the same thing that he had denied to Jungkook at least a thousand time before. A self-fulfilling fucking proclaimed prophecy.
Jungkook was always untrusting, he had this unbudging idea that Jimin was doing things behind his back. Cheating on him, spying on him, who knows what? That he at least that had cheated for several times in the past. Jimin had always denied these accusations, saying that he would never love anyone but him.
Yet, Jungkook was right once again. He was right not trusting him because he didn't trust himself too. Jungkook predicted that he would do it eventually, and Jimin felt disappointment so strong it almost gave him a headache.
Could he now look straight to the eyes of the man who had saved him from the streets, from succumbing to cold and hunger, who had practically picked him up from the streets and say such blatant lies right to his face? Would Jungkook even forgive him if he knew the truth?
He knew that the answer to these tormenting questions was a straight out NO. He rather thought that Jungkook would throw his ass back on the streets once he figures out about the kiss, and he would be poor, lonely and homeless all over again.
Not that he was any better in the lavish penthouse suit, with Dior, Gucci or Prada clothes. He was sad, tormented, bruised and abused. And all that heaven and expensive shit meant nothing to him if it just made him suffer.
Crying in a Gucci pyjamas is the same as crying in rags clothes. Suffering is not concealed by money, suffering is suffering. But he had always suffered, and he had enough. So to think this would make him suffer too, by the hands of the only person who makes him feel alive, gave him chills.
The idea made dread course through him as he felt the need to burry it so deep in his brain it would be lost forever, that it would never resurface again. He didn't even notice that he was shaking his head violently, as if the harsh movement would somehow dismiss the thoughts racing in his mind, or turn back time.
Jimin had reached the front yard of the school when he noticed a familiar silhouette from afar. He squinted his eyes as if to focus when he realized that he wasn't wrong at all, and that the silhouette was indeed walking closer to him. When it got fairly close he recognised him as none other than Mathew. Fuck.
“Hi, no one is still inside the school so what are you here for?” Jimin asked as he was forced to look up to make eye contact with the taller guy, who just cocked an eyebrow at him as if his question was stupid, or maybe something else he didn't seem to figure at that exact moment. Something that just flashed in Mathew's eyes before he could interprete it.
“Master Jeon ordered me to escort you everywhere you go from today onwards. So I had to wait for you to drive you back to the penthouse suite.” Mathew said in an almost mechanic voice, no emotions, no underlying tone of any sort. A blank canvas of meaningless words.
Jimin felt bad for making him wait this long, but then it had crossed his mind that he couldn't lie to Jungkook about where he had been anymore.
For Mathew already knew that he was inside the college all the time he was late. That knowledge didn't fail to immensely irritate him, and the fact that Jungkook had not even told him beforehand made the feeling hell of worse.
He also hated the idea of being escorted around. He wasn't a baby and he could take good care of himself. It also was a big butting in his personal space since he knew that every little thing would be reported back to Jungkook. Every fucking little thing, which also included this extra time he spent in college. Problems, problems..
That left him with no other option but saying that he was studying alone in the classroom, which was a rather stupid lie Jungkook would never buy. But what else can he say?
Jimin would've said he went to buy groceries instead, and go to the market close to them, buy random things in not less than 5 minutes, and lie about being there for all the extra time he spent out of the penthouse suite. A thing he did to buy some alone time, away from being followed and punished for any stupid thing. Was this even a life?
That plan unfortunately was busted, for Jungkook had decided to send a guy on his back 24/7 without even informing him in advance, nor asking for his consent in any sort of way. A rather typical thing coming from Jeon Jungkook.
The latter probably considers him one of his belongings, just like a piece of furniture. He had wanted him, just like he had wanted that Cz97 gun, or that Black Mercedes Benz. He had wanted him and he had gotten him like he gets pretty much anything else he wants. But Jimin wasn't a thing, he had personal needs and one of them was feeling free without people breathing down his neck every moment of every day.
“Jungkook told me nothing about this.” Jimin replied irritatedly and rather pointlessly, for it didn't matter whether he knew or not, agreed or not. Mathew took orders from Jungkook and not him, so him knowing this wouldn't change a thing but he felt the need to say it anyways. “But if he asked, tell him I was studying.”
“Studying, huh?” The way it was said had an unbelief element to it, was accompanied with an incredulous expression on Matthew's face, rounded eyes eying him down, hands stuck in his trousers' pocket and the position made him look menacing.
Jimin understood that the latter didn't believe any word that he said and it made him question the reason. Why wouldn't Matthew believe him? What would he be doing in college anyways if not studying? Did he see him with.... Taehyung?
The idea of Mathew seeing him kissing Taehyung crossing his mind made his breaths hatch in his throat. And he tried hide it, to take control over his facial expression, which was on the verge of looking just as panicked as he felt inside.
“Yeah studying, what else would I be doing?” Jimin asked in a quite voice, irritation seeping from the corners of his tone, his eyes hard and settling to look at Matthew's face for a few long seconds. He could tell that the latter was playing his words over, thinking about whether to believe him or not, or maybe about what to say back.
Perhaps a minute passed before Matthew finally spoke, and when he did, Jimin felt the world stopping for a second, for his mind could barely register what did his words entail.
"Making out with Kim fucking Taehyung for instance? " Matthew spat at him, for the sharpness of his tone seemed to get down to his very bones. "Or maybe even fucking him since it took you so fucking long?"
Jimin had gone silent just as he had gone still, frozen in place.
02.06.19
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