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i'm sorry for the late update, i'm extremely lazy like all the time. hope you enjoy though

i also listened to way too much katy perry throwbacks for this chapter omg

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I'm pretty sure my eyes burning a hole through this fancy meatloaf wouldn't suppress my urge to murder something. More like someone.

I was angry, hell, I was beyond livid. Fuck them, fuck Mido, and fuck Jimin. They're perfect for each other, one is a backstabbing bitch just looking for his daily fix and the other is lunatic who preferably is trying to ignite a war for the only person she actually gives a damn about. If that's not love, I don't know what is.

My meatloaf is staring back at me now. I think it could feel my hatred and disgust not technically directed to it but just everything happening in my life in general so I ate it and it was good. Too good.

The cafeteria here was mostly deserted, only a few people in hospital gowns lingering around the all white room, some just staring mindlessly at nothing in front of them while others getting fed by staff.

I was sitting at one of the middle tables, shivering at how fucking cold it was in here and how this place was beyond eerie. The guards stood behind me like stone as they observed everything going on around us. quietly. It was weird, like really weird.

I stuck my straw into my juicebox and brought it to my lips, already loving that it was apple flavored. I think this had to be the best part of my day, the food. It's like food was the cure to almost everything going on right now, it was my temporary fix but even then, it couldn't necessarily erase what I saw earlier.

I wish I could pretend that seeing them both together didn't hurt but it did. I think it would always hurt to see Jimin with someone else besides me as selfish as that sounds. This situation also proves exactly what Jungkook told me not too long ago.

Jimin doesn't know what he wants and it's foolish of me to ever think he did but then again, I realize I don't want to be a choice. I don't want to be the other woman, his second pick, the one he goes to when things go wrong with the first.

I'm not gonna force him to make his mind up because I've already made mine. He can't have us both and after seeing what this shit has caused me, I can't go through it again.

So I guess I'm mentally taking back telling Mido to bring it on because there's nothing to bring. She can have him.

"Y/n, what are you doing over here?" Jimin's familiar voice bubbles through my thoughts. It takes everything in me to rip my eyes away from my precious meatloaf and give him a blank look without wanting to walk up to him and punch him for leaving me all alone. I hope he can see the anger in my eyes, he's such an ass.

He's walking over to me, some buttons of his shirt undone and tucked horribly into his slacks, his hair frazzled and lips swollen. I can see the marks on his neck, my eyes don't even try to avoid it and I know he notices that I notice because his hands instinctively go up to where they are and cover them with his palm.

"I was hungry. You weren't there." I poke at my food, eyes still trained on him.

"I'm sorry love, I had to handle something." His voice is raspy and thick as he takes a seat across from me, looking up at the guards and raising an eyebrow. I know they were supposed to keep me inside the room so hopefully he doesn't kill them for letting me out despite his orders.

"You mean someone?" I can't help the sarcasm that fills my voice. Jimin's eyes that have wandered to see what's on my plate snap back up to mine and he tilts his head as if he has no clue what the fuck I'm talking about.

Seeing him this up close now, I notice the faint red on his cheeks and another purple bruise right below his collarbone. He clears his throat and tries to reach for my hand but I pull away and hide them in the pockets of his jacket.

"What's wrong? What did I do?" He clenches his jaw when he tries to lean over the table to touch my face but I shy away from him suddenly feeling absolutely sick to my stomach knowing where his hands have been.

It seems like he's offended and a part of me is glad because that's how I feel too. I'm pretty sure I deserve better than getting my wrists slit and watching the person I have feelings for fuck someone who has hated me from the jump even though he's known her longer than me. Scratch that. I definitely deserve better.

"Y/n," he raises his voice when I just sit still and silent, ignoring him, "Speak to me."

"There's nothing to say."

"There's always something to fucking say so say it." He hisses and this time he reaches over and grabs my arm, trying to somehow turn me back into his direction. I flinch away and it doesn't go unnoticed, Jimin's eyes in slits as he sees me stand up, encasing my arms around myself.

"I'll say that I was wondering where you ran off too." Mido appears behind Jimin, arms draped on his shoulders and a smile gracing her black and blue face.

Her eyes come to me, a look of amusement in them as she plops down right next to him, her hands moving to his and gripping them.

It irks me that he doesn't push her off but I can see the discomfort on his face when she touches him maybe because this is the first time I've really seen them together as a couple or whatever you wanna call it. Like I said before, they look good together and this time I don't mean it as an insult, they actually look great together.

Her hair is messy and there are red and purple marks decorating the skin under her jaw obviously from Jimin from the way her fingers graze the small and big blotches, her grin growing. Even though she looks like utter shit, she is still somewhat beautiful, probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen. She looks like his type.

Fuck, I feel like I'm gonna puke.

"I thought I told you to wait in the room." Jimin murmurs, dropping her hands and standing up. His eyes don't leave mine and I know the tension growing in the room is boiling at this point.

"You took too long," Mido latches her manicured hand on his wrist and tugs him down so that he's back sitting next to her and buries her face into his neck, "And I missed you. Hi Y/n."

I push out a shaky breath and blink slow as our eyes lock. The hatred pooling in her irises greets mine and grit my teeth, clutching my body tighter. Jimin clears his throat to break the silence but it's too late, I've already made my mind that I want to go back to the room rather than be standing here with these two.

"Hi." I force out, "If you would excuse me, I'm gonna go back to the room."

"What? No. I just got here. Three is a party, right Jimin?" Mido giggles. Her hands slide down the smooth skin of his chest and disappear into his shirt.

He stops her though and lifts her hand, setting it on the table. Images of slaughtering her brains out right now appear in my mind and it seems like a pleasing idea.

"Y/n," he ignores her, "We need to talk, I want to talk to you."

"Jimin-" Mido cuts in and I groan internally.

"Stop." He says softly to her and she rolls her eyes, pursing her lips.

"You weren't saying that when you shoving your cock down my throat, Jimin."

And, I take that as my cue to head back.

My feet move by themselves and carry me to the exit that is on the other side of the table and I wish I could say I made it far but I didn't. Jimin grabs my arm and yanks me into his embrace. Our bodies collide but I immediately push him away, exerting all the energy I have to get away from him. He doesn't even smell like his pleasant, usual self. He reeks of her.

"Let go of me." I struggle against him.

He sighs, "Talk to me."

"Fuck off you bastard!"

My lips clamp shut when those words come out of my mouth and I involuntarily shrink back. Jimin squints, eyebrow twitching when he processes my words and shakes his head. I just told him to fuck off, a king...what the hell has gotten into me?

I hear Mido's laughter from behind him but Jimin doesn't care, head narrowed down on me as his grip tightens and I know it will leave bruises. He's pissed. He's never been pissed at me before.

"What did you just say to me?"

"She told you to fuck off, that's what she said." Mido wheezes, hands slapping the table. Jimin turns his attention to her and I take that as my opportunity to run off when his hand loosens. He doesn't expect it and calls out for me but I'm too far gone to even acknowledge it.

If he catches me, I'm screwed, that's a fact. Being rude and running off is not obviously the right way to speak to the man who practically owns your life, your family's, and everybody else's in between. He should've just let me leave. He knew I didn't want to be anywhere near him at the moment.

I don't even wanna look at him. I wanna go home and I wanna see my parents. Just thinking about them makes my eyes water. They'd never expect their daughter to become a part of some stupid love triangle. The fuck has my life come to?

To be honest, I have no clue where I'm going. I'm just trying to find somewhere far away from those two and it seems like getting lost in an all white hospital is just the way to go. I need to be alone for a little bit, that's how I feel or at least I think I feel. Being in the same room with both of them makes it 10x more intense than just being with Jimin and that's already intense.

I'm panting now, my legs weak and giving up on me and even though I try to push through, my body is protesting and telling me I can't run anymore. If I get caught, I get caught and have to live with it cause right now it feels like my racing heart is about to implode.

I look both ways and shut my eyes when I do, slowly crouching down in agony.

Jimin is straight down the hallway, staring at me with his arms crossed. It seems like all my running was in vain because he looks completely calm as he stomps his way over to me, each one of his steps feeling like a million different earthquakes coming at me.

A part of me is grateful that Mido isn't here but I wonder what he's done with her and why he decided to come get me instead of his bodyguards.

When he is about a meter away, I decide that it's the best time to actually try to get away again. I turn away from him and run but he's too quick, too lethal, and grabs me by the base of my scalp, pulling me against him. My back comes crashing into his chest harshly and I whimper when I'm suddenly pushed against the wall, feeling pain lace itself all around my bones.

When I look up, Jimin's eyes are already on mine, daring me to move an inch so he could find some excuse to do something to me. I shift and try to slip away but he pushes his hips into me so I'm locked entirely against the wall. He pins my arms over my head.

"Please just let me go." I beg pathetically as if it's going to do anything. He laughs humorlessly.

"Why? So you can run off again?"

"I didn't want to hear the wonders of Mido sucking your fucking dick Jimin, what did you expect me to do?" I roll my eyes.

"Watch the way you speak to me. I should punish you for throwing a tantrum like a toddler and then running off so don't you fucking push it." He says calmly but I can tell he's angry. The look in his eyes gives me all the confirmation I need but I honestly don't give a shit.

"I'm the one running off," I scoff, bucking my hips to force his off mine, "You were the one that left me all alone knowing damn well what just happened to me a few days ago to go fuck someone. Call that running off. Let me go."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say something you don't mean." I turn my face away from him, blinking away the tears of frustration. I just want him to leave me alone.

He releases my hands and grasps my jaw instead, turning it back to him. I try to move his hand away but he uses his other to force mine back down to my sides, keeping me still against him.

"I thought we could try to make something work between us but we cant...I can't." I shrug my shoulders. His thick brows furrowed in confusion as his other hand moved to tuck a piece of my curls behind my ear.

"What do you mean? You don't want me?"

"You can't have both of us, Jimin, and I'm not going to make you choose. I'm not some option whenever you're done with Mido, you come to me. I'm not gonna try to give you all of me and you can't even do the same so I'm done. I don't want to make things work between us. She can have you." My shoulders slump in defeat. I'm determined to be a maid again, anything I can do to stop this madness.

Jimin's hands fall to my shoulders, brushing the hair away from there. He bites his lip and squints.

"This is all because I fucked her? Y/n, it's not that big of a deal honestly."

"My life is a big deal, thank you very much." I roll my shoulders to get his hands off me, "And I'm pretty sure she probably orchestrated me getting attacked seeing as how much of a crazy bitch she is and you seem to just fall right into her trap honestly-"

Unexpectedly, Jimin wraps his palms around the base of throat, his fingers fanning out all over my skin and squeezing. He applies enough pressure to get my mouth shut and my posture straightening.

His pupils dilate and it sort of feels like I'm stranded in a pool of black, being hypnotized by something inside of them, a never ending sea of darkness. There's something there, something in those eyes I've never seen before and as they look back at me, my fear grows.

My breathing slows the more he tightens his warm hands and I gasp, trying to suck up as much air as I can. I feel my body submitting to the trance he's caged me in, almost enjoying it. A part of me is telling me it's right, whatever he's doing to me is right.

It's pain that I actually enjoy.

"I said to watch your fucking tone, didn't I?" his voice lifeless as his eyes zero in my face. He raises a teasing brow when I don't say anything, just choke, a gurgle of words and breaths spilling out. His smile widens and I honestly don't know why it does.

I can't explain this feeling, the one he is serving to me right now. It never really crossed my mind that I would be getting choked out by the hottest man alive, the younger me wouldn't believe it if you told her that. She also wouldn't believe she would somehow like it despite actually not being able to breathe. It's exciting. Jimin makes everything much more intense and exciting.

What has he done to me?

"Jimin" I huff, holding onto his wrist. He draws his eyes away from his hands and back up to me, his thumbs lifting my face slightly. He's liking this.

"Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?" He murmurs darkly, nuzzling his face into my cheek and exhaling a tortuous breathe.

I nod my head frantically and his lips ghost over mine. Slowly but surely he eases the pressure of my throat but he keeps his hand there as fresh air rushes through my lungs and bombs my senses. I breathe shakily, tilting my head and closing my eyes. My skin feels like it's on fire and all I can picture in my mind is a nice cold bath. It sounds riveting right now.

My moment doesn't last long though because when I open my eyes again, Jimin is leaning into me, grabbing my neck so I meet him halfway and kissing me.

He feeds me a hard and urgent kiss, one he has never given before and it almost feels like I can taste his lust on the very tip of my tongue. It's nothing sweet than what he usually gives me and a part of me loves it as I moan and arch into him, my hands sliding in between the cracks he leaves when he holds my jaw.

I take his face in my hands instead and push his off my face with my elbows so now they come down to my waist, holding me to him.

It feels like my body is jet streaming through euphoria, ignoring everything my mind is trying to tell it. There is such a disconnect between the two that my agitation grows and is ruining the bliss I only wanna feel right now. I'm waking up from this daydream he's forcing me into, this mirage he's given me.

I slam my hands onto his chest and push him away from me the best I can. Everything shatters when I do and breaks this invisible pull and drive I had for him just a second ago.

Jimin groans under his breath when our lips part and it feels like for the first time today. I run my hands through my hair and blink, trying to somehow regulate my heavy breathing.

He seems to return from whatever state he was just in, the one where he just choked me (which I liked) and gave me the best kiss of my existence, and tries to touch me but I flinch away and put my hand out keeping distance between us.

"Stop," my voice is shaky as I look up at him. His eyes are clear now, no sign of that darkness I saw, only the bright angel I've known for a little while now. He ignores me and comes again, stopping when my hand reaches the middle of his chest, "What the hell was that?"

I can't explain it, the magnetic force we just had when he touched me like that. It itches the back of my mind the more I think about it. I'm still confused how I could even enjoy feeling my life slip away from me by his own hands.

Jimin takes my hand in his and pushes it down to my waist. It's literally like he doesn't give a damn about what I'm trying to say, like whatever just happened between was he didn't feel.

"You said you were gonna be a good girl and listen, am I right?"

"Jimin that's beyond the point! What the fuck was that?" I raise my voice unintentionally and he lifts a brow at me, the darkness that I've seen just moments before invading his eyes again. "Yeah." I mumble stupidly, forgetting about what I was even arguing about.

"Answer me properly, Y/n." He warns.

"Yes, I'm going to listen to you." I murmur. It feels like my body draining.

I tense when Jimin buries his head into the crevice of my neck. His nose skims the side of my face, all the way to my ear and then heads west on my shoulder, pressing gentle kisses all over my exposed skin. I don't fight him, I'm too tired too.

"I'm sorry that you're upset but I didn't mean to fuck her. It just happened. Just like my feelings for you, they just happened. As for what you said, I want you. I always want you and I want to make it work with you. I want to explore this," his hand drops to my hospital gown and he presses it against my heart. It immediately races for him, the sharp thudding growing quicker the longer his palm lingers, "This feeling I feel for you. I've never felt it before...but I've known Mido since the day I was born. Our lives are intertwined. This is difficult for me."

I highly doubt that.

"Jimin," My voice is fragile. I don't think he understands what I'm trying to explain to him, "I think you missed my point. I'm letting you go, it's not the other way around."

His lips are over mine again before I can blink but he doesn't kiss me just brushes them together lightly.

"I don't want you to."

"Is that really your choice?"

"Shouldn't it be? I'm your king. All your choices belong to me." He chuckles and I realize I've made absolutely no progress in trying to get him to understand me. "I won't let you go even if you want me to. I want you. I'm allowed to have you."

"If you care about me why can't you respect my decision that I don't want this anymore?"

"Because I'm not ready to let you go. You're mine. Only mine."

I groan and push him away slightly so I could slip through his body and the wall but he grabs my waist and guides me back to him, turning me around in the process so I can face him. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and places my hand on his chest.

Instantly, I feel his heart race, thudding quickly when my thumb rubs tiny circles over his skin. I gasp and look at him and he smiles.

"I feel it too whenever I'm with you. My heart never beats this fast unless I'm with you. We're the same."

I feel like he is alluding to more with his words but I don't push it. I like knowing I do the same thing to him.

"You want me to give you all of me?" He lets my hand sit there as his leaves mine, "It's done but I'll ask you to give me time to tell her. This will break her and I don't if I can handle that so just give me time."

Jimin doesn't wait for me to respond and kisses me again, hands latching onto my face and pulling me flush against him. In seconds, I'm back on the wall and he's hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his tiny waist instinctively as our teeth and mouths clash. It's passionately painful, his forceful tongue slithering its way between my lips and fighting with mine before overpowering it and taking over.

I hate how he can do this, steal me away from everything I believe in with just his sizzling touch. It's like he lights me up, every single part of me bursting and shining only for him.

My body betrays me and pushes against his as he shakes his arms around my waist and slides me down from the wall, carefully placing me down my toes. He trades in my hips for my hair and buries his fingers deep in my scalp to the point where I can feel the sensation of his cool rings as he turns my curls into a makeshift ponytail.

I find it kinda crazy how Jimin is willing to give Mido up just for me. I'm not complaining though but this does mean we are charting into dangerous waters once again and I don't know what that means. If I were Mido, this would crush me but she did say this was war right? Pretty sure I won that just now.

But I can't forgot the look in his eyes, that darkness. Us being "the same" as he says it.

He might be distracting me now with his lips but I'll get to the bottom of what he means soon. If I make it.

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Third Person POV-

The smell of roaches, carcasses, and blood lingered in the dark red hallway. It was sickening, the howls of the humans molding into pathetic pleas of help surrounding him.

He felt like he was drowning, no way out but everyone knew once you were brought down here, you were never coming back up. This place was considered hell to most but a playpen to him. But still, Jimin could care less about everyone down here. They were all here for a reason.

He stumbled drunkenly, holding onto the steel bars to keep himself upright. He was a mess inside, these whirlwind of emotions eating him up the longer he remained without his fix.

He usually could control his emotions well but lately everything has been getting out of hand. That's why he was down here. Y/n obviously couldn't know about this, that's why she was waiting for him on his private plane. Jimin thought a vacation is what she needed. He promised he would return back to her, he swore on his life he would, that's why he couldn't take long here.

Mido knew about this place though, she practically encouraged him to invent it. She loved his maniac side, the part of him that turned her on the most, the part of him only she could see.

Jimin was sick, he had been sick for a long time.

A human being isn't supposed to like torture like he did. They aren't supposed to like hurting people right? But it was the only way he could express himself, the darkness could. On the outside, he was a calm, placid man. Beautiful too but inside, he was a beast.

And today, when he choked the woman he was actually starting to give a damn about, he let that beast out and she just accepted it. Jimin didn't mean to let it out but a lot was going on and he kinda just took control. What didn't make sense is why she didn't run away, why she didn't scream, why she submitted to it when she saw it.

It was like she read him like an open book. It's true what the stories said about him and his family. They were ruthless and they all were somehow alike, each one of them having their own monsters and demons. Jimin had his.

But at least this time he didn't need an excuse to hurt someone. Sam made it too easy.

So he trudged along the narrow walkway of his dungeon to the final door on his right. He opened it quickly and smiled when he saw Sam hung up on the wall, arms and legs spread and strapped onto the black wall. You could tell he had been crying, his face red and blotchy, a look of confusion when he saw Jimin entering.

Jimin didn't waste time and closed the door behind him, his hands eagerly going to the table full of items. He hadn't been this excited since he kissed Y/n for the first time.

"My king?" Sam breathes, tugging at his chains. Sam didn't why he was down here, he was confused. He though everybody believed he didn't harm Y/n.

Jimin doesn't say a word, he was too angry too but he looked at him and when he did, Sam flinched back in fear. He wasn't use to this, seeing absolutely nothing looking back at him. The Jimin he knew wasn't here anymore, he was long gone. In all his time of working for Jimin, he'd never seen that look in his eyes before.

Sam always did this though. He always tried to take what was Jimin's but he had never gone so far to attack them. Why was Y/n different, he had no clue but then again the reason didn't matter.

Jimin was going to kill Sam. That's what happened to everyone who ever dared cross him.

The black swan was emerging now. It was taking control and snuffing out all the light and as much as Jimin tried to keep it inside, it was beating on him to get out.

And that's exactly what it did.

It got out.

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end of chap

dont be maddddd guys but we need some tea and tension. Jimin's mask has finally fallen off.