Chapter 14

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Jungkook’s POV

I lie in bed, my arms hanging off the side, fingertips brushing the floor. My mind if half filled with white hot rage, but also Park Jimin’s beautiful smile.

Beautiful smile? Wow, Jungkook, you’ve got it bad. After his confrontation with me, I learnt that the feelings I had for Jimin weren’t reciprocated. The times he’d acted kind, caring towards me, the drunk in the bathroom, his ‘heartfelt’ confession and the incident in the car were all part of his plan, his creative, colorful and brutal plan to draw me in and trap me so that I could merely be his toy. And he’d threatened me- threatened to destroy my reputation if I refused. I still can’t believe that this cold, cruel character is actually Park Jimin. He’d seemed so different at first, and I guess that was the man I’d fallen for. Did I still like him?

No, of course not, I think, but the voice in my head wavers and I want to mentally slap myself. Anyone in their right mind would know that Park Jimin is a , and that there’s definitely something wrong with the way my heart contracts when I think of him, even after everything he did a couple of hours ago. My phone rings from beside me, and I accept it, rather dismally.

“Hello?”

“Jungkookie? We haven’t talked in a while,” says Ji-eun softly.

“I… I know. Things have been a bit, how do I say this, strange recently,” I conclude. “I never really got to apologise to you, Ji-eun. After your birthday, I didn’t even phone you, text you, or anything… I mean, if you want to leave me after this I totally understand.”

“Oh, Jungkook-”

“No, seriously. I’m stupid, and I don’t know how relationships work because I’ve never really been in one,” I say, all my self-hatred and disappointment raining onto me all at once. “And I definitely don’t deserve you. I don’t really know what to do, and I’m not good enough. I’m sorry.”

By the time I’ve finished, I’m almost breathless and she’s completely silent. Again, I want to slap myself. I’ve just poured out every single drop of my feelings out to my girlfriend, who I’m not really in love with at all. She’s done with me know. At least that’s a weight off my shoulders. I don’t need to worry about her now.

“Jungkook,” she says slowly, seeming like she doesn’t quite know how to continue. The silence drags on for a minute or so, and I’m preparing myself for a break-up that I’m quite relieved about because I didn’t have to be the one to initiate it. “Jungkook, you’re so cute. I can’t handle you.”

“You what?” I gasp, not expect