Your eyelids droop, like a magnet being pulled downwards as you force them open for the 5th time. Glancing at the others, you sigh.
It was a no-brainer for Yoongi as he was fast asleep next to you with his head snuggled on your shoulder and Taehyung on the other side clutching your hand as his light snores left his mouth.

Hobi and Jin were the only ones awake as they stared at the TV screen, continuously shoving popcorn into their mouth as they shivered, holding onto each other. Whispering to them, you say,

"It isn't even scary! I'm bored to death.."
"Oh, shut up!"
They turn to you at the same time, whisper yelling as you roll your eyes.

Yoongi squeezed into you as you were pushed backwards into the couch, pressing against the leather. A hot, cramped feeling entered you as your throat tightened and your palms began to sweat. Your claustrophobic condition was kicking in and without panicking, you slowly lifted Tae's hands off you but struggled to get out of Yoongi's grip.

He loosened for a moment and you took the opportunity, slowly getting up from the couch as you tapped Jin and Hobi on the shoulder.
"I'm going to sleep.. there's a spare bedroom with a king sized bed, I'm not sure if all of you will fit."

"Don't worry.. I'll take the couch." Jin says, eyes still glued to the TV.

Nodding, you tiptoe over Namjoon's dead body and walk to your room, glancing at your brother's door that was always permanently shut. Glancing at the light shining out from the bottom of the door indicating he was awake, you sigh, shaking your head and closing the door to your room.

Burying yourself under the blankets, you take your phone to check the time.

3:25 a.m.

Your eyes travel down to the wallpaper from your childhood of you on Jungkook's shoulders as you clutched onto his hair in fright and he held onto your legs, eyes creasing in laughter and happiness. It was your first time on his shoulders, you were 7 years old and he was 9.

The happy memory unfolds like that of a beloved childhood storybook as you feel your eyes well with tears. Quickly wiping them away, you turn off your phone and toss it onto the dresser, forcing your eyes shut.

Crying is for babies, Y/N. You're stronger than that.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

Panting as you push open the door to the facility, you make it just in time after Jungkook left without you.

"Your training under your team coach starts from today, I'm expecting great things from you guys!" The coach yells, followed by scoffs from other trainees as you groan.

I forgot about that...

Awkwardly making your way past the group that surrounds Jungkook, you walk towards your side of the gym, wincing when you see Jimin leaning against the ring while speaking to a group of guys selected in your team.

We didn't get off too well last time.. ugh! Why is my life so fucked up?

"Y/N!" A group of girls from your team pull you aside as they glance at Jimin.
You furrow your eyebrows as they whisper.
"Do you know him?"
"Know who?"

You ask, pulling your hand out of her tight grip.
"Oh, stop it! You know who I'm talking about."

Turning to look at Jimin, you shrug your shoulders.
"

Yeah, why?"
"Are you his girl?"

Twisting your face in disgust, you turn to her.
"No! Why the fuck would I be?"
Pouting, the girls sigh.
"You guys looked really close."
"It's none of your business anyways." You say, shaking your head and walking away.

This is why I don't mingle with the females around here. They're up to something.

Glancing back at the whispering girls, you lift your shirt off your body as your muscles tighten before throwing it into your bag.

"Ok guys.. group meeting!" Jimin yells as his eyes meet yours. The girls from before shuffled towards the both of you, exchanging glances between you and Jimin.

Leaning against the ring, everyone gathers around Jimin and you stay behind them, not wanting to stand in the line of fire.

"Alright, we all know what's at stake. Training under me will be relentless but I'll give you your freedom. I'm not like Mr. Hulk over there." He says with a scoff, tilting his head towards the direction where Jungkook was speaking with a serious face to the trainees around him.

"Get in line." He commands, and we stand next to each other in a line facing him.

Fuck, I hate this..

Keeping your eyes glued to the ground, he stops in front of the first girl.

"I will be called Sir.." He trails off, eyeing the girl with a smirk as she winks at him.
"...Master." He says as he crosses the second girl and she twirls her hair around her finger.

Stopping in front of you, you glare into his eyes as he smirks.
"... Daddy." he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Barf.

"Ew. Mr. Park is fine with me. This isn't Pornhub, we're here to train." You spit out at him, walking towards your boxing bag. The goose bumps that stand up on your skin leave you bewildered as your heart begins to race after those words left his mouth.

What is going on with me? I must be sick..

"And you should have enough sense to know I was joking, Ms. Jeon."
"Whatever." You say, pulling out your worn out gloves.
Clicking his tongue, he walks towards you, grabbing the gloves out of your hands.

"Yah!" You yell, reaching out to grab them but he holds it above his head, turning to the others. Coincidentally, their gloves and equipment were just as worn out as yours.

"If you want to win fights, you need state of the art equipment. Your fossilized stuff isn't gonna work." Jimin says.
"My gloves work just fine, Mr. Park."
"And that's why you're here today." He says bluntly as you freeze in your place, looking at him with your mouth open.

"How dare-"
"So, we're going shopping!" Jimin exclaims, dropping your gloves to the floor as your other team members cheer and walk to their boxing bags.

Bending down, you pick up your gloves, running your thumb over the cracked fabric as you clasp your lower lip between your teeth.

It's not that bad.. is it?

And for the first time after a long time, the feeling of embarrassment and shame stings you in your chest as you walk away to your boxing bag, slowly sliding your hands in the gloves with your head lowered.

Am I that bad?

You start hitting the bag, the self inflicting thoughts being poured out into your blows.

It was just one title.

Glancing at the heavily built man that observes his students on the other side of the room, your hits get harder.

Jungkook's lost matches too, yet they don't give a shit.

"But he re-claimed them." A voice interrupts your movements as you abruptly turn around to see Jimin standing with his hands in his pockets.

You furrow your eyebrows, panting.
"You-"
"You should learn to keep your thoughts in your head. You sounded like you were on a mission to end his life."
He says, running a hand through his hair.

"What were you saying?" Ignoring his sarcastic comments.
"I said, nobody gives a shit because he's reclaimed his titles, unlike you."
You grit your teeth, squeezing your fists shut inside your gloves, abruptly turning around and throwing punches at the bag again.

"See, you need to use that determination for anger and turn it into-"
"I don't need you to tell me what to do. I was in this charade before you ever were."
You say, pointing at him accusingly as he shrugs.
"I'm just-"
"I said, I don't need your fucking advice."

Jimin goes silent and glares at you, walking away slowly as you turn to your bag, a whole new plan and goal set in your mind as you stare at Jungkook across the room. The rotten feeling of hatred and jealousy coils itself around your heart, squeezing it dry of any love left for him.

I'll get my revenge, big brother.. I will.

A/N:
It's been a long time!! Stay tuned because I have great things in store for this book.

Stay hoes!
Kim 🌹