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Damn it.

You tighten your grip around the gun, looking forward and giving Jimin a glare, eyebrows furrowed.

A chance to get rid of him?

It's clear he will be shot regardlessly.

The strawberry is too small and soft to stop the bullet.

He will get shot eventually. . .

What does Yoongi plan to see?

You take in a deep breathe, looking around and trying to think what to do.

Your gun goes in an odd direction without you realising, making you focus on a small strawberry being held by a man in a picture hanging on the wall just behind Jimin.

Wait . . .

You furrow your eyebrows but press the trigger anyways, Jimin shutting his eyes instantly.

After the sound of the bullet resonates around the room, Jimin swiftly turns around, gawking at the picture.

It makes you notice that this picture wasn't shot for the first time.

An unexplainable emotion fills Jimin heart, he's both amused and upset at the same time.

Yoongi stands up, walking towards you and patting your shoulder,
"Seems like your memory is recovering well, yn. Well done. But you see-" he says pointing towards the picture,

"You slightly missed the strawberry."

My goodness.

You groan at that. You missed it  by the slightest possible mistake.

"Today's lesson ends here. Eat some fruits and start your self defense training with Jimin after 15 minutes," he says while making his way out.

You sigh, eyes lingering over the fruits as you toss some blue berries and grapes into your mouth while Jimin chewed his lucky strawberry.

I shouldn't be wasting time.

You grab the gun again, firing the strawberry in the picture, doing it perfectly well this time.

What a luck.

"My room or yours, Min?" Jimin asks.

You raise an eyebrow, "for what?"

"Training. Duh."

Yes. Training.

"Mine."

And that's how you end up with Jimin in his ex room, your current room, sitting on the bed while he removes his blazer off, unbuttoning the first three buttons of his white shirt and flexing his arms.

"Stand in front of me," he directs, bringing his clenched fists near his chin and he leans a little forward,

"Go ahead. Attack me."

How's this training?

You take a step back, copying his stance and quickly lunging on him to punch his face.

However, he's obviously quick enough to dodge it. He lands a punch on your face instead, making you fall on the floor with a busted lip.

You groan in utter frustration, hissing before standing back up and glaring at him.

Two can play the game.

"This is the first fxcking class for God's sake-"

"What do you expect me to do, yn? Caress your cheek and kiss it? Min would've dodged that so easily."

"Fine. Take this, fxcker," you say while gritting your teeth as you swiftly lift your right leg up, kicking him right between his legs.

He is the one falling on the floor this time, grabbing his balls and growling in pain.

"Bxtch. How dare you-"

"Self defense lessons, are they? I might as well attack the bad guy in the right place then," you reply with a sly grin on your lips.

It sends Jimin in a frenzy, making him swiftly stand up and thrash your back against the wall, making you groan in pain.

Before you could react, he grabs both of your wrists together with one hand, the other groping your right breast.

You glare at him with pure hatred,
"Get your hands off me, fxcker."

"Self defense lessons, are they? I might as well attack the little girl in the right place then," he is the one grinning this time.

Your blood starts to boil when you try to pull yourself away from his grip but only ending up wriggling under his body.

He leans even closer, lips wandering over the shell of your earlobe,
"Just getting a name and identity doesn't do shit, yn. You're still that weak girl who can't escape herself from me. Watch this, watch how I touch your body right in front of your eyes- ARGH-" he yelps when your knee goes up between his legs again, but he is quick to leave your breast and grab your thigh, saving himself from getting hit in the balls this time.

You laugh, "see? It's that easy to pull your filthy hand away,"

You almost believe that you're winning this as you continue to drag your thigh despite his tight grip.

Your grin is replaced by a gasp when he leans ahead to press himself against your knee.

"Y-You-" gritting your teeth, you try to pull your knee away but to no avail.

"At least try to hide that hard pathetic cxck of yours, Jimin."

He smirks, pressing himself harder against you,

"I'm a honest man, yn."

You bite your lower lip, not stopping to glare at him,
"Why did you do all that drama? The one about the guilt of ruining your Min when you're literally shamelessly grinding yourself against her now?"

Jimin suddenly stops in his tracks at that, he blinks,
"I- I'm not doing this to Min. I'd never. I'm doing this to you yn-"

"So yn's suddenly alive for you when you're horny? You suddenly start calling me yn when you see me up close? Is Min of so less importance that-"

"Shut up," he swiftly pulls away from you, fixing his pants and looking away.

You furrow your eyebrows.

"You always told me you loved Min, shouldn't the fact that you fxcked your goddess excite you? At least be honest to yourself. Seriously? Your cxck grows a brain of it's own when it's about me-"

"I SAID SHUT UP," he barks, making you gulp at the rage in his eyes. He's literally shaking.

"I was pretending to be the person who attacks. Nothing else, Min."

"There. I'm Min again-"

"Shut it," he says while walking away, "I'd never touch or think about Min in that disgusting way."

You scoff at that, "You probably aren't even able to hear yourself at this point, loverboy."

He presses his face into his palms, sighing before getting back his composure.

He turns back to you, bringing his fists up, "Balls are a good spot, you can knockdown men easily by targeting that weak spot, but you wouldn't always get the chance to kick there," he starts, walking closer and grabbing your hand only to press it against the back of his head,

"This particular place is a weak spot," he says while rubbing your fingers against a particular nerve spot.

He then brings your hand on his chest, going slightly lower,
"Feel this space here," he asks,

"Mhm. Yes," you nod, looking at his now sweat covered white shirt,

"The diaphragm, another weak spot. The ribs as well."

His hand guides yours a bit lower, "the shin. Kick there as hard as you can without any doubts. It's full of nerves."

"I see. You're going to be my first enemy witnessing my self defense skills then," you say, making him chuckle,

"Yes. I'm teaching you how to fight me, defeat me," he responds, taking your hand back up, "Solar plexus. This pit here in the abdomen, another good weak spot."

"I see. What else?" You ask.

"You can try to crush the toes with all of your weight, attack knees and spine as well. But. . ." He pauses, bringing your hand upto his chest and pressing your palm against it, making you slightly feel his increased heartbeat which ends up catching your own breathe.

He smiles faintly, "All men have these weak spots, but for you, my heart is the weakest spot of all."

Your heart instantly clenches in pain at that.

The fact that he's so sincere when he says that makes it worse.

Don't tell me he expects me to play Min and accept his love after what he did to me.

What exactly did he do to me?

I wonder . . .

I wonder if Min liked him back, loved him or not?

Were they also having plans of marrying each other and living happily ever after?

If I think as Min, no, I wouldn't love him. I wouldn't love anyone as a matter of fact.

That's something I'm subconsciously aware of about my past. Her zero interests in love. But something tells me she did like someone.

The person who Min likes isn't Jimin. Then, who is he?

Will he come for me now that Min is back?

Jimin coughs and pulls your interwined hands away from his chest, clearing his throat,

"It will get worse when you will join us in missions. Jin hyung asked us to prepare you for everything within a week or else he'd take matters to his hand."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means he won't let any of us meet you or be with you and would train you personally. He still believes I shouldn't be around you. He wasn't happy with HyungSik being your bodyguard as well, not like I disagree on the last one," Jimin says blatantly.

"Hm, I see."

"Now," he brings his arms in front of him, covering his chest, "hit me with all your might."

You take in a deep breathe and remind yourself how much of a jerk he is before clenching your fists and attacking his hands, punching him continuously over and over again.

1, 2, 3, 4 . . .10. . .11

You fall to your knees, completely drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

He sits in front of you, eyes almost pausing at your chest, "Not bad, though your punches felt like tickles to me."

"Tsk. What would my tickles feel like then?" You say, quickly leaning and softly fluttering the tips of your fingers against his neck, making him instantly gasp and pull away,

"Yah! Not there!"

He's sensitive around his neck isn't he?

You grin and almost jump on him, tickling his neck with one hand and stomach with other, watching him struggle to hold his laugh back.

He swiftly grabs your wrists and turns you over your back, your front facing him as he hovers above you making you wriggle around which makes his knee slip away and his body hitting yours, his lips smashing against the corner of your lips.

The moment stills as you hold your breathe, feeling him doing the same.

His eyes widen, yet, return back to yours, watching you for a brief moment before he pulls away, now breathing heavily.

He lets go of your wrists, looking away.

You watch him in awe. The man who touched and claimed you shamelessly is loosing his cool over an accidental kiss, almost a peck. 

His cheeks turning slightly red.

This makes you both furious and speechless.

"Is the class over?" You ask, changing the subject.

He stands up, dusting his pants,
"Your clothes aren't the best to learn in but if you plan to keep up dressing like that then it's better if you learn self defense in such outfits. Also, yes, the class is over. You get 2 hours of break now."

You stand up as well, adjusting your blazer and nodding, "Alright."

Jimin walks upto the door, "That was our first kiss, Min. I took your first kiss," he whispers before walking out with a grin.

Oh fxck. This is infuriating.

Is he doing this on purpose? Fxck. He ruined me shamelessly yet he HAD to make a point about how important his first kiss with his Min is.

Gosh. What's wrong with me? Why am I so angry? Why am I so enraged?

It's as if I have no damn control anymore. I can kill someone with this rage. Heck! I should've fxcking shot him back in the office.

Does this bastard plan to ruin me again but as Min?

Hell no. I cannot let that happen. I wouldn't let that happen. I cannot let him ruin me again.

You look around furiously, fists clenched and gritted teeth, you want to do something, anything that'd give you the power over your body back.

I'd grab a stranger and fxck him only to prove MY point.

To tell Jimin he wouldn't get any power over my body again.

He called that a kiss, lies. It's an accident.

He thinks disrespecting one women can get him another?

Would you feel less pained if it was another women?

Him being like this with the same body and mind sickens you to your stomach, yet confuses your body.

No. You're not going to behave like yn again. You're not going to let him determine what you feel about your body.

As you look around frantically, your mind is reminded of a particular place.

The white room.

Without a second thought, you walk out of the room, making your way towards the white room.

You watch HyungSik following you from a distance.

To your surprise, once you enter the white room, Jimin is already there.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"My house, my wish. Leave this instant." You say in a stern voice.

"I will. I forgot to get this room emptied. I'll leave once the things here are gone." He responded.

"Who gave you the permission to move these things out?"

"I own them and Min, you don't need any of these things. How many times must I remind you that you're not that kind of girl?" Jimin says while rubbing his forehead.

"You don't decide any of that. If you're so desperate of taking the things from here, take it. Also, HyungSik," you call out, "I want all the things that are available here replaced with brand new ones. From leashes to handcuffs. Everything. Who knows how many girls this loyal loverboy used those things on," you say with a shrug, watching him open his mouth to say something, but he stops.

I'm not lying. You're too loyal, Mr. Park Jimin.

The bodyguards empty the room, bedsheets and curtains replaced with new white ones.

"Now. Everyone leave. I need to rest." You announce, making everyone step out except Jimin.

"You have a room of your own Min, then-" you press your index finger against his lips, smirking, "leave."

Jimin's heartbeat perks up the moment your finger presses against his lips.

He gulps, walking away and leaving the room in a rush.

What would he be doing to run away like that?

You shove your hand inside your pocket, pulling out a phone that HyungSik quickly slipped without anyone noticing.

He also whispered in your ear that it has access to all the camera's around the house.

Curiosity clouds your mind as you switch the phone on, seeing a 'CCTV Cam' app on the homescreen.

Plopping on the bed and laying over your stomach, you see that the app is already set.

'Jimin's room' is written in small words below a specific screen. There are almost a hundred different cameras, the list too long.

Clicking on Jimin's room, you see an unmute option.

So I can hear him too?

You're moving your legs up and down while watching the screen intently.

Soon enough, the door opens and Jimin walks in. He swiftly locks his door and reaches out to unbutton the rest of his shirt.

Your eyes widen.

This is wrong. I shouldn't be stalking him out of all the people.

"That yn has become such a menace for me." He says out loud, groaning as he tosses his shirt off on the floor.

His words instantly kill your guilt.

"This fxcker. What's wrong with him? He's the menace. Tsk," You say to the screen, rolling your eyes.

"This women is giving me such a hard time," Jimin says again, now removing his belt and unzipping his pants.

Shit shit shit.

I should stop now.

"I bet she still loves feeling our touch," He says while kicking his pants away and plopping on the bed, pulling his length out of his boxers.

Us?

Is he seriously talking with his dxck?!

Your face turns red after knowing his odd habit.

You hold the phone horizontally, pressing your thumbs against the screen and dragging them away, gasping when the camera instantly zooms in on his body.

The camera is right in front of his bed's wall.

Fxck.

I'm closing this.

You almost click on the cross option, but he says something.

"She still is just as beautiful. She still is as sexy. What am I supposed to do? You don't cooperate with me either!" He says looking literally between his legs.

Oh man, his chest.

His bare chest.

It's. . .magnificent.

You shake your head. This is wrong.

He watched me naked so many times, watched me touch myself through the screen when I was at Yoongi's mansion. He was away for some work. Yes.

Time for revenge.

You gulp when Jimin spreads his legs apart, leaning back on the bedstand and hissing. His length standing tall and proud.

This camera's quality is too good for no reason at all.

Even after zooming, you can see the sweat sparkling on his chiseled abs. The veins popping out from his coc-

Wait.

Stop. Yn.

Please stop.

Why should I?

You groan, continuing to watch after convincing yourself that it's to make things equal. It's only fair.

Jimin grabs his length, but pulls his hand away instantly,
"Fxck. What's wrong with me? Am I seriously going to jerk myself off a girl I'm not even supposed to remember?" He says to himself.

Why is it so hard for him to forget me if he claims to have forgotten me already.

"Fxck it. I can do at least this much for myself. I can be at least this selfish," he says, hissing as he wraps his fingers around himself, leaning back and shutting his eyes, moaning lowly.

Oh . . . Oh fxck. . .

You find your thighs pressed together the moment you hear that manly moan.

This is torture.

He never moaned like that for me.

"A-Ah y/n, fxck, I miss you," he groans, swiping his thumb against his leaking tip.

You feel utterly confused at that.

"Damn you, mhm, yn," he says as he goes back to jerking his hand,

"You're the first women making me touch myself like this, damn you," he sighs.

It's all lust.

That's it.

It's all lust. He just wants my body.

"Mhm yes, yn. Be my goodgirl," a grin creeps up across his face, making you toss the phone and swiftly sit up.

You're angry. So angry.

He's imagining me. No. He doesn't have any right to.

You bite your lower lip in anger as you hear him moan again.

"I bet you were wet when I was so close to you," he whispers, grunting as he tugs at his length again,

"Yes. She definitely would be wet."

No.

There's no way-

You paused, taking in a deep breathe and slipping your hand past the waistband of your pantxes.

Shit. No. This is wrong.

How can I be wet after what he's done to me?

"Does that little kitten realise how fxcking hot she looks when she glares at me as if she'd eat me alive?" Jimin asks himself, chuckling, "I wish she did eat me alive. Fxck," he hums, "her lips are addictive."

He. . .he never appreciated me much while we did things but look at him now.

As much as you hate to admit it, you like this. You like the fact that you have the ability to make this man go crazy.

He absolutely sounds like a maniac right now and probably you do too.

You flick your index finger against your folds, moaning lowly at the feel.

"Yes, yn. You're such a good goodgirl," he pauses, "fxck what am I doing? This is bad," he adds, "One last time. Just once. One time doesn't hurt. There's no harm," he chants, pacing up the rhythm of his hand.

"Mhm yes ah- take me like the goodgirl you're, mhm there," he moans again, sending your mind in an ecstasy.

One time doesn't hurt.

"Yn... that's right, ah, yes, my pretty little demon," he gulps, strands of his hair wet with sweat and his body convulses, so does yours when you messily drag your middle and index finger over your folds.

Flashes from when he first took you cloud your mind as you watch him moaning your name.

You rub the pad of your thumb around your clxt, "shit. Jimin-Ahh- You're a bastard," the wave hits you when you hear him groan, both of yours body jerking as you drown in pleasure alongwith him.

Tears brim your eyes once you come down your high and slump on the bed,
"I hate you."

"Mhm, I hate you, Yn," he whispers from the screen.

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Dear diary. I met a boy today. His name is Kim Taehyung. His father works for my dad. I also had my first kiss.

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A/n-

The person who Min likes isn't Jimin. Then, who is he?

Will he come for her now that Min is back?

A reminder: This is a dark romance book. It will have unhinged moments.

Guys how long will this book go at this point?💀💀💀

Vote for your opinions on the smxt here because it's needed for the upcoming plot >>>>

P.s. I won't update until I get minimum 20 opinions (of diff readers) about the smxt/ hate intimacy between them. Is it hot? Is it cringy? Is it disgusting? Is it giving forbidden trope? Tell me. It's important.

Word count: 3,622 words. Srsly.

Until we meet again,
-AuthorAlphaJK