Jimin

Jungkook y Jimin llevan 3 años de relación. Jungkook ya se graduo de la universidad, mientras que Jimin está en su último año, a punto de graduarse. Era común que invitaran a Jimin a fiestas para pasar el rato y desestresarse, pero Jungkook nunca lo dejaba ir. Jimin era algo ingenuo y no le hacía bien estar en esos lugares, llenos de borrachos y gente idiota, como Jungkook los llamaba . 

*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.*

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