Baby you, You're the only
Only one I need, You have shown me
Not everybody in this world is out to see your worst, you believe
You listen when it feels like the sky is falling down on me"
Sad for You-Njomza

(A/N): y'all know instead of commenting "well then break up then!" save your energy cuz it's not gonna happen yet
1) the book would be too short for my plot
2) in reality it's really hard to leave abusive relationships.
Please try to remain sympathetic! I know everyone has there own perspectives but that's the point about reading stories with characters who wouldn't do what you necessarily would.
!!!!!

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All Jimin could feel lately was something he wasn't allowed to.

He'd be pouring himself coffee.

Watching TV.

Sitting on his couch.

Doing bills.

And he'd think of the kiss him and Celine had shared last night.

A big smile would spread across his face. His heart would flutter. Cheeks heat up and body just tense with a happiness he couldn't express. Touch his hand to his chest.

For those few seconds nothing else mattered. Because he thought of Celine as his. He thought of waking up with her in the morning. Cuddling her in his sleep. Kissing her like that after he's come home from work.

It was a fantasy.

He knew that it was impossible.

But then he would think about how she went home to Jeongguk. And she would fall asleep next to him. Use him as warmth as well as sheets that weren't his.

Jealousy. It was an ugly emotion. One that Jimin was unfamiliar with. But slowly, he was becoming more irritable, more unlike himself. More aggressive in ways that he wished to suppress.

"Say hello to Jeongguk for me."

It was meant to sting her. To make her think about what she was doing to him. What it felt to be left alone.

Jimin never intentionally hurt anyone. Especially people he loved. But he was angry.

He was beyond jealous, he was envious. And it was getting harder and harder to distance himself from it. In the beginning, Jimin rarely thought about her with anyone else. But the thoughts had invaded his mind as she invaded his heart.

He thought he'd be okay, as long as he was with her.

Now he genuinely cared.

He wanted to be the only one to hold her hand. To touch her. To support her. To cherish her.

Impossible.

Her leaving Jeongguk would probably never happen. And he'd feel too guilty to date her after. His best friend wouldn't approve of it either.

Not that Celine would want to be with him anyways.

So they were truly stuck in limbo.

Love. The forbidden fruit. Neither was willing to take a bite. For the knowledge they would gain in return would open Pandora's box.

"Mr. Park, you have an incoming call." Mentioned a secretary, who looked a bit freaked out by Jimin's staring into the distance.

The man shook himself awake, adjusting his tie as he looked at the clock. Apparently, he'd been daydreaming for two hours at work. Something he never really did.

Just then, the phone started to ring bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Hello, this is Park Jimin, what are your business inquiries?" Said the fatigued man, running a hand through his hair.

He obviously wasn't in the mood to work. Or do anything for that matter. But he needed some sort of distraction.

"Hello CEO Park, I have artwork you need to look at before you finalize your gallery. It's from a local distributor, if that's okay." Said one of his secretaries at a separate office.

Jimin sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah I'll come take a look. I'll be over at 3:00." The man said, before hanging up.

His other office was an hour away. Which means that he'd have to drive because he didn't feel like paying for an uber. He put on his sit jacket, fixing everything so it looked proper. He didn't want to appear as disheveled as he felt.

Jimin went to the parking garage, finding his black Bugatti. The 21 year old honestly didn't care much for expensive cars. But the one he had was top rated for safety. And after what happened with Jeongguk, that was his main priority while driving.

Despite Jimin's calm personality, something about driving really made him crazy. It really must have been his past, because every time a car sped too quickly by him, or try to run a red light his heart would pound.

Nothing made him more angry.

You could kill someone.

Ruin someone's life.

All because you're in a rush.

Jimin looked to his right, realizing he had been stuck outside of Gucci. He sighed, thinking of Celine's pretty smile as they bickered out front of the store.

I want to spend everyday with her.

A car beeped behind him, making him realize it was a green light. Jimin hit the gas, shocked by his own distractions.

The man was usually the quiet, focused type. But his thoughts and emotions have become so loud. The man felt self conscious, as if everyone around him could hear them.

Luckily he made it safely to his other office. The man walked in, slightly pissed off. Though he had a good relationship with his staff, he could tell they often felt intimidated by him. Jimin was never really in a good mood while he worked.

He immediately denied the paintings, barely giving them a second look. They look nothing like Celine's. Not nearly as interesting he thought. His secretary looked appalled as he threw them back into an envelope, telling him to politely send a letter out declining them.

Jimin didn't care. He walked back into his office, taking as many calls as he could. By the time 7:00 rolled around, the 21 year old was burnt out. The man clocked out, finally pulling out his keys to go home.

He needed a glass of wine and a good nap.

As soon as he got into the car, his phone rang. He lifted his device up, happy to see that it was one of his best friends calling and not a business associate.

"Hey, you want to hang tonight? The whole squad is going to be at Hoseok's." Said a deep voice on the other line.

Jimin sighed heavily, not wanting to burst yeh excited man's bubble. He could see the smile on his friends face sliding into a frown.

"I don't know. I'm really tired from working all day." The man said, trying not to yawn even at this moment. He really did want to see his friends, but he also felt as if he could collapse right at this moment. His eyes were heavy, and every movement felt like a chore.

"Please. I miss you." Said Taehyung, with utmost sincerity.

The man's heart melted a bit. He hasn't seen his sandy haired friend in weeks, and knew that he probably felt lonely. Jimin made sure to always give time and love to his friends. He couldn't say no to him.

"Okay, fine Tae." Jimin said, smiling at his friend's cute confession. The man was a pushover at heart. And Taehyung knew that very well.

"Yay! I can't wait to see you later!"

"Me too. Bye Tae."

Part of him felt exhilarated to see Celine.

Part of him dreaded having to hide that in front of Jeongguk.

They met at Hoseok's house this time, not wanting to familiarize themselves with what happened at Jin's last.

As soon as Jimin walked into the house, a swirl of caramel ran at him. He was thrown into a hug, having to catch Taehyung so that they both didn't fall.

"You came!" Said Taehyung, pulling far away enough to send Jimin a huge smile.

"Yeah, how could I not?" Said Jimin, ruffling his friend's hair.

Now that the silver haired men was in front of his younger friend, Taehyung realized just how tired he was. There were slight circles under his eyes, his suit was a ruffled, and his hair suffered the same fate.

There was a sadness in Jimin's eyes, one that had been there for a while. One that was new to Taehyung, but familiar all at once. He knew that something was going on with his friend, but he wasn't sure exactly what. The brown haired man would ask about it another time, for his friend just needed to get his mind off of things.

"Damn son, you need a drink." Said his younger friend with a slight laugh.

Jimin nodded his head, smiling lazily at his companion.

Taehyung and him always had the ability to understand each other.

They walked together, side by side talking about what has happened recently. As soon as they arrived at the living room, Jimin danced his gaze around. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, hoping he kept his face looking casual.

He spotted Yoongi, Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jeongguk. Waving a hand at all of them to say hello.

An empty spot next to Jeongguk.

But no Celine.

Jimin's stomach lurched, a settling feeling of disappointment sinking in. He caught Jeongguk's eye, and immediately looked away in fear of being caught.

"Hey Jimin! Glad you decided to stop by." Said a smiling Hoseok. He gestured for Jimin to sit in between him and Yoongi, to which the silver haired man immediately complied.

The man didn't want to sit next to his best friend. Jeongguk and him had been awkward ever since Jin's house. The younger male had given him the cold shoulder, whether he meant to or not. And Jimin was afraid to reach out. Especially when his feelings for Celine had become so much stronger, he felt like he was deserving of his young friend's attitude.

It was a helpless feeling, trying to get back to the way they were.

Yet Jimin wanted it more than anything.

"I'm glad I'm here. Work was so boring today, I needed to see you guys." Jimin said, looking around the circle.

"You made it just in time too. We're about to play a drinking game." Said Namjoon, who already looked like he had a couple of drinks.

His arm was slung around Jin, hair a more vibrant purple than before.

Jin laughed, throwing his head back in a posh way.

"I can put drink all of you plebs. Just watch me."

Hoseok sighed, scrunching up his face at the eldest.

"As if."

And Jimin's mind strayed back to that open seat next to Jeongguk.

Did she not want to see me?

Did Jeongguk say something to upset her?

He was itching to text her. To ask her himself. But Jimin thought it would be too much, and that she might get weirded out by him.

The man started to fidget, leg bouncing up and down. His curiosity was starting to get the better of him.

"Where is Celine? I forgot to ask earlier." Asked Jin, cutting off some of the conversation.

Jimin's head peeked up, heart lurching at the familiar name. Glad someone asked before he lost control and did it himself.

"Celine had work tonight." Jeongguk said, finger tracing around the lip of his beer. The man didn't look happy about that.

Jimin's heart instantly dropped. Jin looked at him, eyes flashing with a knowing expression.

Work.

Work that she hasn't needed in months.

Dating rich men in order to gain money.

For all the man knew, she could have been lying to Jeongguk so that she didn't have to come.

But there was also the chance she was working. For another sugar daddy.

Jimin's face went pale, skin cold, and heart quiet. Never had he felt so sick in his life, as if he could never smile again. He felt completely defeated.

The game started then, everyone hyped and exuberant around him. Someone poured him a glass of wine to drink from, which Jimin downed immediately. Red filled up the glass once more, and he waited for the chance the drink it all up once again.

Trying to ignore the burning in his throat, which wasn't alcohol. And the pain in his chest, which wasn't heartburn. And the stinging behind his eyes, from something that felt like regret and hate.

He went on like this for several rounds, not truly engaging. The man would wait for his opportunity and drink away most of his glass. Mostly everyone else was honestly too drunk to realize his pouted face anyways.

Except one, sober and blonde haired friend.

"Are you okay?" Asked a concerned Yoongi. The man was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, which Jimin wished he could be in as well. He wanted to lay in his bed and fall asleep so he would have to face his emotions.

He tried to avoid Yoongi's small eyes, which held him under scrutiny whenever he lied.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Responded Jimin, delicate voice sounding higher pitched. 

Yoongi was confused, not used to seeing Jimin look so glum. Even when he was tired, he still was friendly. But the man looked beaten down, like one word could set him off.

"You seem a little quiet. Are you sure you're good dude?"

Maybe it was the genuine concern coming from him. Or maybe it was the fact Jimin couldn't hold it in anymore.

More than likely, it was he three glasses of wine that he consumed that made him tell the truth willingly you Yoongi.

"Honestly, I don't know anymore. You know, I'm just having a really rough time right now. It's like I can't tell the difference between right and wrong, happy and sad, good and evil anymore. Everything is just so confusing and it feels like my whole world is sinking in." Jimin said, voice becoming scratchy with almost tears.

He hated that what he said was true.

That he looked and sounded so pathetic.

Yoongi leaned towards him, enough so that they converse in whispers. The elder looked at Jimin with utmost care and empathy, knowing that he never complained unless something really bothered him. Jimin never shared his problems in fear that he would burden others.

Yoongi felt that way when he dealt with depression, but Jimin was the one friend he could count on to share his problems with. He was the one friend who constantly supported him through everything. There was a time Yoongi was at his lowest point, and Jimin was the one to get him back on track. Gave him money, paid for an apartment, and bought him the equipment to become a producer.

Yoongi would do just about anything to make sure Jimin was always happy. He was an angel that deserved the best anyone could offer. 

"Jimin, let me tell you something. The world isn't made to be black and white. It's gray. Nothing is purely good, nice, or happy. In reality, you can't achieve any of those things without a little darkness." Yoongi explained, putting a gentle hand on Jimin's shoulder.

The silver haired man looked up, eyes bloodshot and mouth open. He looked helpless, and filled with guilt beyond recognition. Yoongi could tell the younger was holding back tears.

"But what if I'm hurting someone else. Is it worth it in order to gain something I want?" Jimin asked, lips quivering as he reflected on all of his mistakes.

And there it was again.

The selflessness that was destroying the good natured man from the inside out.

How could Yoongi change him? When he had more pure intentions than anyone he knew. But those with the best intentions often get trampled by those who don't give a fuck.

"It depends on the thing you want." The blonde haired man said, giving Jimin a knowing look.

"I guess." The 21 year old said, not truly believing it.

He stared longingly to the side, clutching the part of his chest where his heart lay.

Yoongi sat there, nodding his head as if everything made sense. He said three simple words that knocked Jimin out of his daze.

"You love her."

Again, his heart raced without even a name. His drunk mind blurring everything together. Just pieces of a face, fractions of a moment coming together to sell him out.

I do love her.

"Who?" Jimin said, playing dumb.

Yoongi lifted his brow, not wanting to play games with the small wine drunk man,"Who do you think?"

Jimin groaned, hands finding solace in the tousles of his hair.

"How the fuck do you know? Is it that goddamn obvious? I'm so fucked."

Was it painted clearly on his face? That his heart had been stolen by the girl who belonged with someone else? That one look at her sent his body in a frenzy, and that beating her name was enough to put a smile on his face?

Did everyone know?

The fear of being found out by Jeongguk was astounding. It paralyzed him for the simple fact he would lose everyone he loved dearly. And his best friend would more than likely want him dead.

Yoongi put his hands up in surrender, trying to calm his anxiety ridden friend.

"Dude, calm down. I'm just really observant. I saw the look in your face when Jin mentioned her name. I've only ever seen that look once before." The man finished seriously.

"When?" Jimin asked, anticipating the answer. He leaned forward, wanting to hear every detail.

Yoongi looked up through his lashes, lips set into a serious line.

"When Jin looks at himself in the mirror."

Jimin sat back, shoulders falling. Face blank and he pretended to be unamused.

Really Yoongi?

"Oh my god. We were having a moment."

Yoongi's face remained straight, as if he made no joke at all.

"I'm being serious though. What you have for her is true love."

Jimin stared at him, trying to feel the word instead of hear them.

True love.

He clutched his heart again, the pace too quick for any healthy person.

"Why does it hurt?" Jimin asked, feeling the ache continue in his body.

The images that raced across his mind were enough to kill his soul.

Another man could be touching her right now.

Kissing her soft lips.

Laughing with her.

Watching her beautiful smile stretch across her lips.

Talking with her about the things she loves.

Tracing his lips across her body.

And if it's not some random guy, it's Jeongguk.

Doing all the things he's allowed to do with her.

And Jimin could do nothing about it.

But sit here.

And feel how much it fucking feels like his heart is being ripped out.

"Because the love we want, is often the love we can never have." Yoongi said, a soft sigh leaving his pink lips.

Jimin took another sip of wine, a dizzying sense of fantasy dulling the pain he felt.

"Well that fucking blows."

"I'm sorry dude. I really am. You're one of the greatest guys I've ever met. If Celine, oops I mean if she-who-must not-be-named doesn't realize she's the luckiest girl in the world to have you love her, than she doesn't deserve you. But I know she'll come around, because you both deserve each other."

Even though the younger man knew it wasn't the truth, he still felt grateful.

At least someone had faith in him.

"Thanks Yoongi." The silver haired man said, smiling at the elder.

"No problem stud muffin." Yoongi said, shooting him finger guns.

Jimin laughed, wobbling up out of his seat. Everyone around Yoongi and him were laughing, still screaming over what happened in the game. Luckily no one had paid attention to their little talk.

"I'm going to smoke. You want one?" Asked Jimin, pulling out a pack and a lighter.

"Nah, I quit yesterday." Said the man with a wave of his hand.

Jimin pretended to be proud, mock crying at his friend's bravery.

"Wow, what an inspiration."

"Whatever, go smoke your cancer stick and be all emo and aesthetics because you're sad right now."

Jimin laughed genuinely, flipping off the witty man. He never failed to make him feel better.

"Will do asshole."

"Love you!"

"Love you too." Jimin said, turning and walking out of the room.

He made it to the main foyer, looking at the large spiral steps that led up to Hoseok's balcony.

This is the same spot where she stood. And he had walked down, with ultimate shock and awe.

Jimin remembered that moment clearly.

Him walking down.

Locking eyes with her golden ones. Instantly recognizing it was the girl from the night before.

Hating the fact she looked as ethereal and beautiful as ever. The image of her matched exactly the one that had replayed in his mind over and over again.

Jimin was angry, because he figured everything out in a second. That she was Jeongguk's girl friend. That for some reason she had sugar daddies on the side. The he unknowingly cheated, and she had knowingly done it.

That he had sex with someone forbidden.

But the thing that angered him the most was that he couldn't have her.

He had planned on calling her, that day. Asking her out on a date. Jimin had never felt that way about someone before, and he wasn't going to let it pass.

Some part inside of him felt like she could have been the one.

But as soon as he realized who she was, the fantasy fell out the fucking window. All hope had left him. And in that moment he realized he'd never get anything he'd wanted. The universe had decided to despise him, and fate had won against him.

And so he concocted the plan, the one that had become such a fucking struggle. The idea of sex with

Eventually she will fall for me.

That's what he had thought.

Jimin laughed out loud to himself, shaking his head. Fucking pipe dreams. He climbed up the steps, happy to meet the spring air as he opened the door. He made sure to close it so that the smoke wouldn't blow back into the house.

He leaned against the railing of the balcony, staring into the night sky. Hoping the stars would spell out some way he could fix all of this. The man just felt so stuck. Frozen by bad decisions and hopeless desires.

He covered the end of the cigerette, lifting his lighter up to the end. Watching the flame meet the white, and catch ahold of it. Jimin inhaled, feeling a calm in his chest. His cheeks sunk in, grabbing smoke, and puffing out his lips to exhale it into the deep velvet blanket of they sky.

The door opened and clicked shut, notifying the man that someone had intruded on him. He didn't bother to turn around.

"Jimin can we talk?" Said a voice he'd ever expected.

It was Jeongguk, and it set Jimin on edge. Whenever Jeongguk wasnted to talk recently it was about work or nothing at all. Or he wished to yell at the older about something. But it was weird, because the younger man didn't sound angry. His voice was less direct, softer than it had been in months. Like how he used to sound.

"Of course." Jimin said, turning around to face the man as he took in another puff of his cigarette. Jeongguk, a person who's face he could never forget. Pale skin, straight nose, large eyes, and a strong jaw. But had become as foreign as any stranger's on the street.

But I can't tell you the truth about anything.

I'm fucking your girlfriend.

And I want her to leave you.

And I want to be with her.

I hate you right now, even though I don't. You're becoming less of my friend, and more just a person in my way. Because I'm jealous that you have something I want. It's childish. But it's true. I hate you and I don't.

If you knew why, you'd never speak to me again.

Jeongguk walked toward him, looking sheepish as he approached the man. Jimin leaned back, still apprehensive. Jeongguk stood right in front of the shorter man. The younger looking apologetic and the older stony faced and defensive.

They'd never been awkward with each other, and this whole exchange was enough to remind them of their collective sadness.

"Look, I owe you an apology." Jeongguk said, looking down at his hands, which twisted together.

"You think?" Jimin said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.

Knowing deep down he should also apologize.

Jeongguk looked up at him, the tears in his eyes immediately wiping the complacent smile off of Jimin's face. The dark haired man was a mess. Eyes bloodshot, lips bitten and raw, and shaky hands.

It was fucking scary.

Jeongguk, what has happened to you?

"Please, I'm being serious. What I said at Jin's was completely uncalled for. But I can feel her pulling away from me. And you too. We haven't been hanging out as much. You don't call me everyday like you used to. I want my best friend back. Please." The man was obviously drunk, and his tears really started to flow out.

The man swayed, grabbing onto Jimin's arm as he stumbled. The elder felt such pity as the man cried before him, looking more crushed than he'd ever seen him.

I'm part of the reason you feel this way.

But Celine. She still wants you. It felt bitter to admit it, but it was true.

"Jeongguk." He said, trying to calm him down.

"And it's not just you, it's Hoseok too. Jin. Yoongi. And Celine, fucking Celine." The younger sobbed out, fully falling into Jimin.

The elder held onto him, rubbing up and down his back. Even though he had mixed feelings right now, hugging his best friend after months of fighting immediately lowered his guard down. It didn't matter anymore.

Jeongguk would always be his best friend. And Jimin had to be there for him, all things aside.

Because that's what he was meant to do.

But if he had used that type of anger with Celine...Jimin wasn't sure what he would be capable of himself.

"Calm down buddy, it's going to be alright."

"I just don't know what to do if I lose her. I can't lose you too. You mean everything to me. You make me feel like I have a place in this world." Jeongguk said, choking as he spoke through his sobs. It was so genuine, so raw that even Jimin found his throat tight with held back tears.

He had no clue Jeongguk felt this way. That he was going through a sadness as deep as his own. The man never showed his vulnerability, and it was destroying him.

"You're like my little brother. I will always be there to help, even if we were to drift apart." Jimin promised, pulling Jeongguk back so he could look him in the eyes.

It was the truth.

The younger man shook his head, his lower lips jutting out as his eyes filled up. He felt as if he were filled with to much selfishness to be forgiven.

Jimin had always been too kind.

"I've been terrible to you. I don't deserve your love. I've said the meanest things, and taken your friendship for granted. And you've literally given up your innocence-"

The silver haired man interrupted him, not wanting him to speak the words aloud.

You took the blame for me when I murdered someone.

Like Jin, Jimin felt protective over the situation. What Jeongguk did was wrong, but he was just a child. And he would never let him be fully burdened with that amount of grief.

"And none of that matters. I'd deal with it over and over again just for you. You're worth the sacrifice."

Jeongguk smiled through the tears, a wistful one full of disbelief.

"I really don't deserve you."

Jimin pushed him slightly, making the younger man smile.

"Well too bad, because you're stuck with me anyways."

They both laughed, letting the wind carry away the sound. They sat for a little. A comfortable silence between the newly reunited men. It felt good, to be normal again.

It felt like returning home.

"Want to get lunch after work tomorrow?" Suggested Jeongguk, smiling though his body language was slightly self conscious.

"And then play video games at Jin's after?" Jimin responded, smiling as wide as his companion. They had the same thing in mind.

"Sounds perfect." Said the dark haired male with a bunny-like smile.

"And Kook?" Said Jimin, with the tenderness he reserved for this man who was like a little brother to him.

"Yes?"

"You don't have to keep everything in. You can talk to me. The good, the bad. I'll try to help you the best I can."

Jeongguk nodded, taking in the elder's warm smile. Feeling relieved that that kind smile was directed towards him for the first time in months. That it felt natural and unassuming.

"Thanks Jimin. I don't say this enough, but I love you."

Jimin smiled, letting his head drop a little. Rolling his eyes in a joking manner at the younger male. Hitting him on his broad shoulder.

"I love you too."

Jeongguk left, saying that he better head home. He promised Jimin that he was taking an uber.

As soon as he left.

Jimin fell to the ground. In his expensive suit that was worth thousands. It didn't even matter to him. The alcohol had finally hit him, and it overwhelmed him. The ground literally keeping him from falling into a world of his own self hate.

His thoughts and feelings dragging him under a deep wave of sadness.

I'm fucking sorry that I'm causing you this pain.

Jimin was happy that they made up. He'd been wanting his best friend back for a while.

He missed him.

But he was scared of a version of him. One that he could handle himself surely.

But had he? Had he grabbed Celine like he had smashed the glass at Jin's?

But now there were no excuses for Jimin's bad decisions. When he was with Celine, before he'd be able to say that Jeongguk hates him anyways. Now he was left with full responsibility.

It's easy to hurt someone when they are being a dick. He used his friend's bad behavior as an excuse to betray him.

Now, all the blame was left for Jimin to deal with. It fucking broke Jimin.

It fucking killed him.

That he was such a terrible fucking human.

All I want to do is love someone

But it is hurting everyone else.

There is one person he knew that could make him feel better right now. One person's who's voice would be able to calm down his drunk emotions.

He dialed the number without a second thought.

Please fucking answer.

I need you.

"Hi this is Kim Celine. I'm sorry I'm unable to answer your call, leave me a message!"

The phone beeped.

Jimin spoke in a slurred manner, willing her to pick up as he left a message.

I need to tell you

How I feel.

"Celine, please answer! I need to tell you something. Something important."

He hung up dialed again.

No answer.

She's probably with another guy.

Please leave a message after the beep

"Celine, please. Imagining you with anybody else pains me. You're worth more than you sell yourself for. I couldn't put a price on you. I wouldn't let you worry about money for another day. I would treat you better than anyone. I-"

Your time has run out, please call again.

"I fucking love you. I love you so much that it physically hurts. So just stay with me. Let me be the only one. Let me love you."

No answer.

"I'm sad for you, but you're bad for me."

And the night faded away in a single blink of an eye.

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(A/N): Poor Jimin 😭😭😭

Sorry if the part about him being at work was boring. I was trying to show how every little bit of his life is effected by Celine and whatnot.

What he gonna do about those voicemails tho 👀 will cha boi make it out of this situation???

What did you think about the Jikook scene? Was Jeongguk being genuine? Newsflash he's not.

Also, Happy Holidays 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻