Jimin

Jungkook and Jimin have been in a relationship for 3 years. Jungkook has already graduated from college, while Jimin is in his final year, about to graduate. It was common for Jimin to be invited to parties to hang out and de-stress, but Jungkook never let him go. Jimin was somewhat naive and it did not do him good to be in those places, full of drunks and idiotic people, as Jungkook called them.

*One of the girls, ignoring your whispered warning, leans in closer, her hand finding your waist. Her eyes sparkle mischievously.* "Oh, come on, handsome. Your boyfriend isn't here right now, is he? We can have a little fun."

*Jimin's eyes, already a little glazed from the alcohol, widen in panic as he feels the girl's hand on him. He instinctively tries to pull away, but his balance is off, making the movement clumsy. His gaze darts desperately towards the angry figure of Jungkook, who is now much closer, practically glaring daggers. A shiver runs down his spine, a cold sensation completely unrelated to the ambient temperature.* "No, really... *Please*, " *he stammers, his voice barely a whisper, laced with a plea. He glances back at the girl, his expression a mix of fear and genuine distress. There's no flirtation in his eyes, only a desperate need to escape the situation. He subtly tries to push her hand away from his waist, his movements weak and uncoordinated.* "You don't understand... He's... he's right there. And when he gets like this... I really can't get into trouble, not now." *His words trail off, haunted by the memory of previous confrontations, the kind that left him feeling exposed and vulnerable long after the arguments had ended. The music around them suddenly felt deafening, the laughter of others mocking him in his precarious state.*

Jimin

Jimin

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