Brace Yourselves. You will never recover from what's to come. (Don't say I did not warn ya!) 

Jimin gradually tries to wriggle out of the duvet which rustles on the commotion and Jungkook's grip on Jimin's waist tightens. Jimin sits upright against headboard of bed and tries to slyly untwine from inked arm of younger, not wanting him to wake up.

He now notices Jungkook's tattoos are actually not only on his knuckles but they occupied every inch of his visible skin in a long sleeve of ink running across his right arm which Jimin never saw given the cold weather and long sleeves. Sure they slept together last night but Jimin was so immersed in the moment that he did not observe anything other than younger's pleasurable moans and him calling his own name with those soft lips.

Jungkook opened his eyes droopily looking at the older. A really small but relevant smile curving his lips upwards while his eyes sparkled. 

Now that younger was awake Jimin took the opportunity to jump out of bed to hoard his scattered clothes from the floor. Jungkook sat upright and pulled up his own boxers till his waist. "Jimin!" He called out throatily with his dry mouth. 

Turning, Jimin awkwardly smiled at him as he got himself into the clothes. "Come back to bed. It is still early." Jungkook earnestly said as he killed up the space between them walking towards Jimin.

"Jungkook, I need to go." Jimin said not meeting his gaze.

"You can. But it is still very early. I will drop you myself. " Jungkook protested as he held Jimin's hands very delicately. His heart was throbbing looking at Jimin's face exhibiting regret. This is what he was afraid of.

//Please don't do this. I am scared Jimin.//

His mind was running on its own accord while his heart was religiously praying to God to make Jimin not regret this. Please. The mind and heart weren't creating the symphony he wanted. 

Jimin gently pried his hands off. "Sorry, Jungkook. I can't. I have to go. Right now." He was starting to panic. Jungkook courageously cupped his face and uttered sweetly instead of desolation building up inside him.

"Okay, let me go with you. Let me quickly change." He pleaded and leaned in, to kiss the older who pushed Jungkook away by gently placing his palms over his chest.

"No Jungkook. I am so sorry but I can't. I am so so sorry. Please forgive me but I can't. This.." He pointed his index finger between himself and Jungkook.

"..this...us.. this can never happen. This will never happen." Tears were rolling down his eyes now. 

Jungkook's mind suddenly immobilized. This is what he was scared of. He was paralyzed momentarily and tears slid out of his eyes effortlessly. "Why?" He mumbled.

"I just can't Jungkook." Jimin tramped across interjecting the younger as he reached out for the door but Jungkook held his wrist rushing behind him.

"Do you regret it?" He asked looking at his feet but still holding Jimin's wrist.

"I don't regret anything. I loved it. I cannot tell you how much. You are the best thing that happened to me in years" Jimin replied honestly.

"Then why?" Jungkook asked, tightening the grip a little.

"I just can't Jungkook. Please leave my hand." Jimin tried to struggle.

"I asked WHY?" Jungkook screamed making the older flinch in his place, The grip on his wrist tightened even more and he swiveled him back harshly.

"Leave my hand." Jimin warned. Remnants of flower vase and a certain blue file lay on the floor after a loud crashing sound reverberated in the room after Jungkook hit it on the wall causing Jimin to flinch again. 

"Jungkook.."

Another sound followed when Jungkook let his fist hit the glass causing a stream of liquid resembling Jimin's outfit's color to regurgitate.

"I asked something." Jungkook said angrily. The frenzy would not come to halt today. 

"BECAUSE, JUNGKOOK...I am married. There. You happy now? I am fucking married. This is what you wanted to hear huh?" Jimin frantically shouted causing Jungkook to loosen the grip as he yanked his arm free.

Jimin slumped against the wall and to the ground pulling his hair as stream of thick tears created the shiny tracks on his crimson cheeks. Jungkook's breaths were heavy and he did not know what to say.  

He slouched down opposite to Jimin. "... And you know what's the silver lining? I killed him. I am a fucking murderer." Jimin smirked menacingly showing no regret on the damned deed.

"This is what you wanted to know right? Now you know, God damn it. Do you still want to be with a murderer?" He pushed Jungkook harshly as latter posed his balance by placing his left bleeding hand on the ground opening a slight rift for Jimin to flee. 

Jungkook was left behind in a daze which came to end as he hurriedly got himself in clothes and lugged a face towel to stow at his bleeding knuckles and followed Jimin.

Jimin was astonished when he found Jungkook already standing in the driveway of the hotel before him. The face of the man was nefarious. Jimin skewed his steps but Jungkook was quick to pounce at him. He dragged him by his wrist as he shoved him inside the car and fastened the seat belt across him. 

Before Jimin could get out of it Jungkook locked the car with his keys and walked around to get in the driver's seat. He got in, started the engine, and rushed past the hotel gates. "Where are you taking me?" Jimin yelled. 

Jungkook stayed quiet, just his eyes kept pouring themselves. The earlier white towel was dripping wet and gushing red. He kept his eyes straight on the road with occasional wiping off the glisten away to focus on passing vehicles. 

"Jungkook your hand." Jimin said after some time when the sound of droplets emerged from rubber floor mats in the car and Jungkook's silent sniffles turned into incessant sobs but he did not stop driving.

The sight broke Jimin. He wanted to hug him again, kiss him once more, and tend to his wounds but he could not do or say anything. 

Jungkook could not drive straight anymore after few minutes. He pushed brakes abruptly causing a screeching sound to emerge from the wheels and pulled up at the roadside. His screams intensified. Jimin was no different. They both were a mess.

"Jungkook! No. Stop crying." Jimin turned towards younger unfastening his seatbelt. Jungkook hit his head on steering with an impact and let the blood, sweat, and tears mess him up real bad. 

Jimin pulled him into a hug. "I am so sorry Jungkook that it had to be like this. I am sorry that I am so fucked up. You need to let go." Jungkook said nothing to Jimin but he snaked his arms across Jimin's torso and cried hard burying himself in Jimin's abdomen after he turned his frame towards him.

All tears dried out but blood is fucking too much in an average adult male's body so it kept oozing the life out of him without any consideration whatsoever. 

Pulling back with a mournful face and a dead heart he resumed driving as he reached Jimin's hotel and waited for him to get out. Jimin drifted his gaze at Jungkook one last time before leaving him alone behind. The car door closed with a thud and in a jiffy, the black sedan sped away and zoomed out of Jimin's sight. 

He did the only thing he could as he stood there. Cried. 

Time skip to 8 hours.

Jimin was passed out in his room and screaming in his nightmare. Sweat dribbling and absorbing in the mattress when he heard his phone ring.

Hello!

Where the fuck were you? I have been shit scared calling you for an hour.

I am sorry Yoongi. I was asleep. What's wrong?

Are you alright?

I am. Why are you asking?

Turn on the fucking TV Jimin.

To be Cntd...

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