Pajamas pt. 3

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JIMIN

"Angela, I swear I'm not that drunk," I insist for hundredth time since leaving the club. I didn't even know that Angela was in London until I ran into her and her girlfriend in the club. She's trying her hardest make me crash on the couch in their hotel room, but I just want to get home to talk to my girl.

Jungsoon made a great show of acting like she doesn't care while we were at the club, but she knows my heart whether she acknowledges it or not, and I'm done letting her get away.

Jin can tell Jungkook whatever he wants to. I'm in love with his sister, and he's going to have to deal with it. I'm sick of letting my fear of losing people be the reason that I lose someone else.

"You're a bit far from your hotel," her girlfriend Daniela argues.

"I have to see her," I say with determination, and the girls accept defeat. "You have fashion show tomorrow. Get your sleep."

"Just please be careful on your way back." Angela gives me a hug goodbye and takes Daniela's hand. "We'll see you at the show tomorrow."

"Hey Jimin," Daniela says as I start toward the street, "before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Okay," I turn back around to look at her.

"How's Charlotte doing?" She asks, and I'm a little shocked by how invested she seems to be in our publicist.

"Charlotte that works for BigHit?" I ask to be sure, and she nods. "She's good."

"Good." She smiles solemnly and walks inside to join Angela for bed.

"That was weird," I mutter to myself as I flag down a taxi to bring me back to my hotel.

Once I finally reach the room, I push the door open and hurry to my room to change out of my clubbing clothes so I can go talk to my girl. Hopefully she's back from the club by now.

"Ju—Noona?" I poke my head into her room. Her suitcase is a mess on the floor along with her clubbing clothes, but the bed remains untouched. "Okay, you're here, but where are you?"

That's when I hear it... the low moaning sound coming from my hyung's room. "Mmmmm, jagiya"

"No..." all of the air in my lungs goes stale when Jin's voice crawls under the door sill.

Calm down, Jimin, maybe it's not—

"Jungsoon-ah!" Jin calls out, followed by a high-pitched moan from my hyung. "You like that?"

I almost break down the door to my own room and bury my face in the pillow so I can scream without anyone else hearing. It feels like my entire chest is being consumed with fire, and the tears are just building with pressure behind my eyes while they refuse to come out.

I was such an idiot to believe that she wouldn't fall for Jin, that her heart would always be mine. But here I am, lying in bed helplessly while the girl I love makes love to another man in the next room.

I hate how her name sounds when he moans it. My skin is crawling at the image of him pleasuring her the way that I have. To know that he's touching her, that he's making love to her, it makes me want to throw up.

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