"What are you talking about?! How?! Is he gonna be okey?!" I exclaimed, shaking Taehyung's shoulders frantically, "It- is- just- a- cold-!" He tried to say, but I was shaking him so much I didnt understand, "Speak goddamnit!" I grab him by his hair, yanking at it angrily.
"He's not dying Jungkook! If you would let me get a single word in you'd know its a simple cold because he was out in the cold all night! Do we even know wether he ate at all? He's sick, he's not dying Jungkook." He scolded at me.
"We don't know that! You could be wrong," I'm still panicking, still tightly grabbing his hair, "Remember when you where wrong about seokjin's nose?"
"You know, here's a thought- I don't mean to bring this up but he's probably sick because he just lost his best friend. If it's not the cold it's probably because of that." Taehyung crosses his arms, "Fine." I say under my breathe letting go of his hair.
"I'm gonna go see him." I say, then tried to go into Hoseok's room, "No, let him sleep." Taehyung says, holding my arm and stopping me. Without any hesitation I quickly grab his neck and push him into the wall strangling him.
"You don't get to fucking touch me." I say, squeezing his neck tightly making him gasp. And making me stare down to his lips, those fucking lips. All I ever want to do is fucking destroy them with mine and it's so annoying.
"I-i ca-cant b-b-b-breathe...."
"I don't care." I say coldly, squeezing him tighter, and his cute little moans....
He was struggling and trying to get out of my grip, but I'm of course far stronger then him, he's the weakest alpha I've ever seen.
I realized how badly I was cutting off his air supply and reluctantly let him go, then without another word I turned around and left before I did something I'd definitely regret. I wasn't in my right mind, you can't blame me, I just lost the best friend I've ever had and now the only other one I had left is sick? How am I supposed to stay calm?
I'm aware I took it too far with Taehyung but he's the main cause of most of my anger, so he's the main target to let it out on.
"You should try sex, it's a great stress reliever." Taehyung called after me, see? See?? He's literally throwing it in my face that he fucked Jimin before me. Or maybe I am being a bit sensitive, but that's exactly why I'm locking myself in my bedroom until further notice.
I'm not sure how long after that I heard a soft knock on my door, "Are you awake?..." I could hear Taehyung's voice, I got up and went to open the door.
"He's fine now, go see him." He said... kindly? Oh my god this lovey dovey bullshit is making ME sick too.
I immediately sprinted towards Hoseok's room, as swung the door open without even knocking, "YOURE OKEY?!?!" I exclaim.
Hoseok nodded at me and opened his arms asking for a hug, I immediately hugged him tightly. He buried his face into my chest and finally started crying, I knew he was just pretending. I'm glad he finally allowed himself to cry and let it out.
About an hour of crying silently into my chest he finally managed to fall asleep, he looks so cute when he sleeps.
(Jimin's POV)
"Oh!" This is humiliating! I can't believe I agreed to this, I knew it wouldn't be 'for just a little', why did I ever agree to this?!
"N-no!" I tried to push him off, but Jungkook is too strong, "Fucking delicious." He mumbled, slurping up the slick dripping down my thighs, as if it's not humiliating enough when Taehyungie does it(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
"P-please don't d-do t-that~" I basically begged, and flinched when his tongue grazed against sweet spot, how did it even reach there?ಥ_ಥ
He unfortunately realized where he touched and kept doing it now. Note to self: NEVER EVER IN YOUR LIFE LET JEON JUNGKOOK EAT YOUR ASS.
"D-dont~ w-we need to g-go soon..." I basically beg him not to, if he continues my legs won't work correctly, and me, Yoongi and Namjoon were going to go try to find sign of life in like, ten minutes.
"I. Dont. Want. To." I heard Jungkooks quiet mumbles, and a pause and slurping sounds between every word, suddenly there was a knock on the door. THANK GOD.
"Jimin, we have to go now." I heard Namjoons voice from behind the door, and in response Jungkook harshly bit my butt and pushed his tongue inside of me, thrusting in and out the way he realized I liked.
Then simply got up and went to open the door without even waiting for me to get up and clothe myself, he opened the door and smirked at Namjoon. Wiping his face that was covered in slick, "I don't mean to interrupt, but you're dinner can wait until we're done. Jimin you coming?" Namjoons voice almost sounded jealous, but he was probably just mad that Jungkook keeps trying to prove that i 'belong to him', which is fine. He's a very possessive person but it gets annoying plainly because of makes me feel that he doesn't trust me just because Namjoons hot. I haven't shown any interest in him yet he's the only person Jungkookie has beef with, he wasn't even mad at Taehyungie.
I quickly follow him, my legs trembled as I walked but I managed. I could see Jungkook following after us, when we reached the lobby where the others are I could see him whispering something to Yoongi but Yoongi just laughed at him.
We eventually left and to say I was scared was an understatement, but I knew I had Namjoon to protect me so I guess it's not too bad. Wait.... Maybe Jungkook has a little right but Namjoon is huge, it's more fault for thinking he would protect me.
(Jungkooks POV)
THAT BASTARD INTERRUPTED MY FUCKING MEAL, I hate him, I absolutely fucking hate him. I tried to ask Yoongi hyung to make sure he doesn't try anything but he literally just laughed in my face. I tried to go after them when they left but the whiney bitch decided to drag me back by my ear, I'm not exaggerating.
"Ow ow ow ow ow! Taeeeeeee, let go!" I complained, hoping my cuteness would help my favour but he just pinched my ear harder, "Don't you even try to 'taeee' me mister, I've told you you're in no condition for anything right and do you listen? No, no you do not you never fucking listen to me." He scolded, I ended up knowing what's best for my survival at the time so I shut my mouth and did everything he asked of me while he cleaned rebandaged my wounds.
"Ow!" I couldn't help but wince when the alcohol pads touched my skin, it burns like a fucking bitch, "oh- T-Taehyungie, i-it hurts... Why does it hurt more then the first time?"
"Because you got it infected you dumb bitch, stop moaning and take it 'like a man'." Why does he seem so upset? "Hey, you're doing a good job..." I whisper to him, assuming he was so agitated because he was stressed about messing up.
I seemed to have been right, he suddenly lowered his head, "What if-" he said but i interrupted him, "No buts, this is my arm you're working with, as amazing as I am I don't want to loose it. So stop doubting yourself, if you doubt your own abilities you'll end up fucking up shit you normally would be amazing at."
If you're wondering why I did that it's plainly because when he starts doubting himself he starts fucking up, like I said, is rather hurt my pride then loose an arm. Besides, k hate him but I'm not gonna have him keep believing he's not good enough, that's just cruel because I know how easily he doubts himself. He's just like Jimin, easily offended and gets insecure way too fast.
He sniffled and looked up at me, his eyes are teary but he seems a bit more relaxed. He didn't say anything and continued working with my arm, I of course continued making noises I wish I hadn't but seeing the blush on his face made my embarrassment worth it.
My eyes widened as I realized something.... "Hey, nerd, what's that I'm your pants right there?" I ask, now smirking, I guess my moans didn't only get his face worked up and red.
He immediately covered his crotch with his hands, "You realize I have complete control over what happens to your arm right?! Leave it alone! It's not like you don't have it too."
"Ay, no need to get feisty," I laugh, using my uninjured arm to gently rub myself over the fabric of my sweatpants, "Mm, I don't see how that small thing could satisfy Jimin hyung." I probably shouldn't have decided to test my luck at this exact moment but it's okey, he's not petty enough to hurt me badly.
"Maybe he's into being pleasured not destroyed." HUH, "Oh? Was that a comeback I just heard?" I tease him, that actually hurts my ego, he always knows how to make me overthink. But I pretended not to have been affected, "How about I show you how badly I'll be destroying our 'shared' beautiful little hyung?" I mock him, which actually turned me on harder. Literally, harder.
"How about I cut your arm off and shove that up your ass instead?" He basically warns, then started on redoing the stitches, I waited until the important work was done then I gently reached my arm to touch his erection.
He gasped and flinched but didn't tell me to stop, so I'm taking that as an invitation to continue. I gently rubbed my thumb over the still clothes tip while he leaned back in his chair to make it easier for me to reach. See? Invitation.
"You're so proud, aren't you?" He asked smirking, his confidence is unexpected and definitely making me shy. I could feel my face heating up, my ears being the first to turn red as always.
"You're too cocky." He chuckles, what is that supposed to mean? What? He doesn't like it? Everyone likes it. Everyone likes me. He's just trying to get inside my head, I've never had any complaints about my hands.
"I can do some amazing things with these fingers..." I say, I was trying my best to stay confident, but it was obvious his words and the way they remained unexplained had gotten to me.
"Can't really feel it, if I'm being honest." He laid back, his crotch now pointing straight at me, his face remained smirking, it was like he was daring me to do something.
I completely lost all confidence and was now desperate to prove myself, with shaky hands I pulled the collar of his pants down, his dick literally sprung out at me.
It was rock hard, I was helplessly staring at that point, it's much bigger then it seemed under the fabric but still smaller then mine so my mocking privileges remained.
"Well? Just gonna keep staring?" He asked, the sound of mockery clear in his voice, it made me feel small and insignificant. I slowly looked up at him, my face no doubt bright red at that point.
"Nothing? Disappointing but not shocking." He said, sitting up again and grabbing bandages to wrap around my arm.
I looked away ashamed, I've never pussied like that before? How did he even do that to me??
I stayed quiet and looked straight forward the whole time he bandaged me, which felt like an eternity.
"Done, you can go ahead and run to cry." He continued mocking me, i hated it, it felt like he had the upper hand. It felt like I was weak.