| Min Yoo Hee |

Oh fuck! Great!

Now I have another issue to settle.

I roll my eyes at Jimin and got out of my room, crossing my arms.

"What?" I snap as I halt my step in front of the door.

"Um... I guess... I'll just give it la—"

"The wedding card?" I raised my brow at him. He look shock though.

"What? Thought that I didn't know. Drunk ass shithead." I mumbles the last part, didn't think he could hear it. Impossible.

He hand me the card as I snatched it. Even though I've seen it, that doesn't mean I'm not hurt. I'm in pain as I stared at the names written on the card.

Jeon Jungkook and Seo Mi Won

Well, suck!

"I guess you're having a sweet time here. I'm sorry." He said.

My eyes averted at Jimin's thighs and desperately sigh in despair.

Why does he have to be that way in the most cocky way? Staring at Jungkook with a crossed arms? Oh God!

"Yeah, we're having a good time until you came." I said as I fold the card back and look at him.

"Now, can you give us... some... you know... privacy?" I shrugged.

Jungkook was reluctant for awhile before he look at me. "Oh yeah, sure thing." He mutter. "Bye then."

I quickly slam the door, making Jimin jumped in scared. He glared at me.

"Was that necessary?!" He yelled in his whisper, afraid that Jungkook might heard it.

I rolled my eyes and throw the card on the table. "He's just annoying. I could've kill him a long time ago when we're having a sex."

"What?!" Jimin exclaimed as his eyes widened. "You had sex?!"

I plop myself on the sofa. "What? You're a virgin?" I snap.

He look away from me as he pull down his blouse a bit.

"He was just too good on bed. Fuck! Why didn't I choke him with the lamp wire or something?" I sighed as I throw my head backwards.

"You know, Yoo Hee," He paused and I immediately shut my eyes. "You start to act like a psychopath."

My eyes shot opened and glare at him. "No, I'm sorry! I didn't meant it that way! You know, I was just kidding! Ha-ha." He flustered.

I roll my eyes. "I don't know. I'm just frustrated." I mutter. "Is your girlfriend that tight?"

"I don't.... know." He said in a low tone. I frown at him.

"Woah, hang in there! You... didn't do... that?" And he shook his head.

"That was.... um okay. Relationship isn't about sex after all." I shrugged.

He then plop himself beside me. "Thinking about her made me go hard." He said.

"I mean, she's all perfect. She's beautiful, sexy, cute just everything." He praised.

Here we go! Another round of praising Seo Miwon.

I roll my eyes. "Why don't you just fuck her or something?" I defeated.

"She doesn't want it. Why would I—"

"Wait what?!" I frown. "Doesn't... want it?" He nod.

"Oh God! How can Jungkook live?" I shook my head lightly.

"Why?"

"Jungkook is a sex god. That fucking asshole would always find a way to have a sex. Bitch? Don't you think what I'm thinking?" I snap.

"What the fuck?! Does that means.... Fuck! Fuck my life!" He cursed as he stand up and brush his hair messily

I lean backward. "Give it up, bro. Find someone else to fuck then." I said as I stare at my nails in a cocky way.

"I mean, he probably got inside in just months while I didn't even touch her in 3 years." He wail. I let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Didn't know you're this naive." I shrugged. "Forget about her. Find a girl, get married and fuck her hard. Build a family. That would be nice." I suggest.

"You're not a fuckboy, aren't you?" I teased as I pull him in a headlock, ruffling his hair messily. "Now let's get you a fucking pants." I chuckle as I pull him back in my room.

"You kept saying that though." He whined, trying to get away from my grip. I chuckled. "Funny. Ha. Ha." I said sarcastically.

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We decided to get out of my damn house after being a bit frustrated with the wedding card, lying on the countertop. We had no choice but to throw it away.

Later on, Jimin helped me to throw away all those Jungkook's trash. His shirt, his pants, just all of his stuff. I hate it so.. why not? I want to move on.

We're now at Jimin's house. It's time for a cleansing time for his house.

Let me expose his ass now. He freaking had a messy house. All his stuff is all over the place. I sighed.

"I'm sorry about all this... mess." He said as he picked up all the glasses and toss them in the sink.

"Gosh, how can live like this? In the mess? It's like some asshole just robbed your damn crib." I nagged as I picked up the pillows that were on the floor and plopped myself on the couch.

"I wasn't in a right state, Yoo Hee."

"Call me noona."

His head abruptly tilted towards me in shock. "What?" I asked.

"N-Noona? S-Seriously?" He stammered.

I nodded and shrug as I look away from him. "Okay, n-noona." He stammered again.

I secretly smile at it. I think it was cute. I mean his soft voice calling me noona. Aw.

Wait, what did I just think? Seriously brain!

"Here." A hand suddenly hand me a cola, making me a bit startled. He chuckled at how startled I am.

"Chill. It's just cola." He said. I rolled my eyes and snatch it away. "You fucking scared me." I snapped.

"You scared me more. You were smiling like an idiot, alone." He pout as he left me to the kitchen.

I shrugged and pluck open the can while staring out of the balcony. I heaved out a sigh, feeling the fresh air out here.

I was so calm. Not until I heard a soft sobbing from the inside. I turned my back and get myself into the house. I draw my steps toward the sound which is in the kitchen.

The first thing I saw is Jimin, crouching on the floor crying so hard over something. I don't know what is it since his back is facing me.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, crouching down as I place my palm on his shoulder.

He quickly wipe his tears away and flash a weak smile. "Yeah. Just remember the old times." He muttered.

My eyes caught a picture in his hands. A picture of him and Miwon at a park, I guess. A flower park. They were kissing. 

I sighed as I snatched the picture. "You won't need this anymore." I snapped as I throw away the picture.

"I'm gonna make sure you have all the love in this world because you are my best friend," I paused, looking at him. "and my brother." 

His eyes teared up once again as I pulled him into a hug. "God damn it, you're such a kid." I mutter.

His crying is so loud. I wish I could tape his lips though. Good thing he's cute. I won't be able to do it so.

"I love her so much!" He whined. I sighed at the sentence.

Why does everyone love her? The fuck did I do wrong for her to replace me in Jungkook's heart? Oh and Jimin. Bruh I'm right in front of him and he still mention her name?

"Wanna know something?" I started.

He pull away from me and look at me like a kid demanding something nice from his parents.

"Seo Mi Won doesn't love you."

And by that, his lips pouted and tears stream down on his cheeks again.

"I hate you!" He exclaimed as he push me away and run off to his room, locking himself there.

I was stumble down on the floor that my head hit on the cabinet. I winced.

Well, at least you know the fact.

I shrugged and get up to clean this rat nest. I know he's in mess. I'm in mess too but my house wasn't THIS messy.

The fuck did he even do?

I got out of the kitchen and clean up the living room first. Though, I could hear his cries in the room. It hurt me but well, he has to know.

I picked up all his clothes that were hanging everywhere in the house and do his laundry. Fucking lazy ass.

Then I started to clean other part of the apartment. He's just so annoying to even let a guest cleaning his house.

Need to teach him some manners. Just you wait, Park.

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After a damn long hours of cleaning and cooking, now I have to call him out for a lunch. Late lunch. It's almost dinner to be honest.

Yeah, it took me a fucking long time to clean his apartment because believe me, it's huge. Well, a little bigger than mine. Slightly.

What a spoiled kid.

I then went to his door, which locked to knock and call him out.

"Hey, get out from there. I've cook you something."

No response.

I rolled my eyes and knock again.

"I swear, Park Jimin, if you didn't come out until three, Imma break the door."

Still no response.

I furrow my brows in confusion as to why didn't he answer me. I mean, what I said wasn't that mean. He should've known it a long time ago.

"Park Jimin, what the fuck are you doing in there?! Get the hell out!"

Again, no response.

I look around to find any spare keys. He must kept it somewhere.

Seriously, I'm gonna kill Mi Won if he ever did something stupid in there. It's her fault.

My eyes caught the keys on the countertop so I grab it and try on each keys to fit in.

Thank God there's one!

"Park Jimin, seriously, I'm—"

Just when I open the door, I saw him laying on the floor. Listless.

No sight of blood or anything. Nothing ser—

Just when I thought nothing serious, I saw a bottle of pills in his hand.

"Fuck!!" I cursed as I rush toward him.

"Fucking shit, Park Jimin!" I snap as I pull him up, leaning against my chest, unconscious.

"Wake up! Don't tell me you swallow the pills! Bitch, wake up!" I slap his face lightly a few times and shook his body.

A few moment of panic, his eyes fluttered open. I stop whatever I'm doing and stare at him.

"Noona." His voice cracked and husky. More like whispering.

"Yes, yes, I'm here." I stuttered.

"I'm.... okay..." Was the only thing he said before he weakly flash a smile at me.

I grabbed the bottle and read the description.

Anti depression.

Ha! A fucking bullshit once again.

He stare the bottle for a little while. "I'm... seriously okay..." He trailed off.

"What's wrong with you, kid? Are you trying to kill yourself? Are you leaving me?" I snapped.

Bitch, I'm worried sick. How can he be so calm?

He close his eyes and snuggle on my chest even more. Didn't even answer my question.

He's weak as fuck. Not mentally but physically. Or maybe both. I don't know. But he's weak.

"I love you, noona."

"You better." I snap.

A small smile were given to me as I pull him up a little.

"Don't fucking die, kid. We still have a lot to do."

He just nod before he doze off. I went back staring at the pills. Must be something.

Something bad happened.

To Be Continued