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In Between (BTS series) || Chapter 6

This one is based on a request made by the lovely @im-cxnfused. I hope it manages to meet your expectations! 💜

I got very inspired by this request, so it actually turned into a series which I’ll try to update as frequently as possible.

This is Chapter 6 of the (currently) ongoing series formerly known as “BTS Imagine 5: Namjoon cheating on you & you getting revenge”

I hope you all manage to find the series and its remaining chapters despite the change of name!🙏🏻

Thank you for reading 💜 and sticking to this series! It’s much appreciated! Also, feedback is always welcome, in case you didn’t know.

Enjoy!

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Chapter Index - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.1, 9.2

Synopsis

You and Namjoon are in a committed relationship. Or so you had thought. When you catch him cheating, however, you decide to take revenge in a way equally brutal. But soon the events take an unforeseen turn, leaving you torn …

Pairing: You x Namjoon, You x Jimin

angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, occasional hints of smut

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Chapter 6 || House Of Cards

Present day …

„Ugh, no, we’re out of coffee again“, you groan, glaring into the empty box usually providing you with vital instant caffeination. „Whoever took the last stick of MAXIM Mocha, come forward and receive your punishment! I’m not kidding. I repeat: I’m not kidding.“ „A wonderful morning to you, too, sleeping beauty“, Hoseok warbles from his seat by the kitchen counter, beaming from ear to ear while giving you the once-over, obviously amused. „What?“, you snap at him, your voice still hoarse with sleep „The both of you fell asleep watching a movie again, like two tired little puppies. A sight to behold. And you look the part, too. Your face is all puffy and wrinkly, and I bet that’s an imprint of the logo on Jimin’s sweater right there“, he points to your left cheek, grinning mischievously. Jungkook contributes an approving laugh in between two spoons of cereal, almost choking on his granola. „Sorry, Hobi, we can’t all be as perfect as you and wake up glowing like the freaking sun itself“, you snarl at him, sticking out your tongue. „Are you saying I’m not pretty when I wake up?“ You hadn’t even noticed Jimin entering the kitchen, finally joining the seven of you. You bite your tongue, barely managing to hold back a reply not meant for the vigilant ears you’re surrounded by. Your cheeks glowing, you shake your head while you turn around to face him. „I’d never dare to suggest such a thing“, you insist, a smile tugging at your lips as your eyes lock with Jimin’s, their expression speaking words that cannot be voiced in your current company. „You know very well that you can’t be not handsome, Park Jimin.“ „Our, Jimin-ah!“, Jin calls out, only shortly breaking from cutting fruits and vegetables in preparation for a breakfast smoothie. „Always fishing for compliments.“ „And he always gets them, too“, Jungkook mutters under his breath, cheeks stuffed with crunchy granola. „Whatever you do or wear, Jimin-ah, you’re at least always cute, that’s for sure“, Hoseok snickers, tilting his head and patting the stool next to him, inviting Jimin to sit down. „Jiminie-ah, Mr. Worldwide Handsome and Cute.“ „Yah! I’m the one and only Mr. Worldwide Handsome, you got that?“, Jin shouts, trying to drown out the earsplitting noise of the blender. „I can’t take this anymore! Someone get me coffeeeeee!“, you whine, half laughing half crying into the empty cardboard box in your hands. „Oh, everybody, stop it already!“, Namjoon’s loud voice cuts through the boisterous laughter, the seven of you immediately falling silent. Instinctively you flinch, whirling around to where Namjoon is seated separately, by his own choice, at a safe distance from your regular spot by the counter. While the rest of you stare at him, flustered, he doesn’t even bother to look up from his bowl of rice porridge. „What?“, Taehyung is the first to break the silence, his face blank. „Aren’t we allowed to have fun anymore?“ „Have all the fun you want, but this —“, scowling, Namjoon gestures towards you and Jimin. „This is simply too much. You make me sick and I’m trying to have breakfast here, in case you didn’t notice. So tone it down, please. Thanks.“ „Yah, Namjoon, what’s your problem, man?“, Yoongi raises his voice for the first time this morning, barely lifting his head off of the kitchen counter where it’d been resting upon his arms, black hood pulled down low over his face, ever since you’d entered the kitchen, the rapper being as grumpy in the morning as usual. „Just leave them be already! You blew your chance with her, so get over it. Let y/n be as annoyingly happy as she possibly can to be and mind your own damn business. It’s too early for this bullshit.“ Shaking his head, Yoongi gets up and takes his Americano with him when he trots out of the kitchen, as you know him probably on his way to the common area to get in another short nap before the boys have to leave for practice. Alarmed, your gaze darts over to Jimin who stands frozen, his plump lips slightly parted, cheeks burning, with eyes like dinner plates. „Namjoon-hyung, I’m sorry if I offended you“, he stammers meekly. „I really didn’t mean to. We were just fooling around.“ „Yeah, sure“, Namjoon grumbles into his porridge, taking another spoonful, resentment written all over his features. You can’t help but merely stare at him in bewilderment, speechless at the fact that things have finally come so far that Namjoon, their thoughtful and caring leader, openly attacks one of his own members, his brothers. „Hey, Jimin, don’t apologize to him!“, Jungkook interjects, his eyes growing wide with anger. „You did nothing wrong! He’s the one being a jerk here. I’m sorry, Namjoon-hyung, for speaking so informally. But it’s true. You can’t just act like that towards Jimin. You hurt his feelings, can’t you see that?“ For the first time, Namjoon actually lifts his gaze to look up at Jimin who still remains awkwardly shifting his weight from one leg to the other, his rueful eyes cast down, fixed on the tips of his home slippers. „I’m sorry, Jimin. But all of this wouldn’t be a problem if y/n wouldn’t still be here.“ Now Namjoon turns in his seat towards you, his face bare of any expression as he speaks, his eyes, however, shooting sparks. „Y/n, I believe it’s about time you moved out. It’s been over a month already and you’re obviously much better now. Rumors will start spreading if you stay any longer, so you should leave as soon as possible.“ „You are not the one to decide if or when y/n has to leave!“, Jimin unhesitatingly answers in your place, his voice resonating with determination and retrieved confidence. „She is free to stay as long as she feels she needs to.“ „I second that“, Taehyung throws in. „I like having her around. She’s fun and she can cook.“ „Besides“, Jimin continues, protectively taking up position in between you and Namjoon, shielding you from the rappers fierce stare. „Y/n rented out her apartment to a transfer student for a whole other month. She can’t very well just kick the poor girl out without warning.“ „Oh, shut it!“, Namjoon shouts, banging his fist on the table, barely allowing Jimin to finish his last sentence. „You just want to keep her around so you can keep on messing around with each other! Isn’t that it? Oooh, sorry, was that a secret? Well, it isn’t anymore, is it?“ „Wow, Namjoon! Just — Wow!“, you gasp, incredulous, a dry laugh escaping your throat. „I never thought you’d stoop this low! Seriously. Stop behaving like a petulant child, will you!?“ Shaking his head, Namjoon gets up and storms passed you without so much as looking at you, his jaw clenched and chin protruding, violently bumping into Jimin’s shoulder as he passes him, the younger one, as a result, losing his balance and stumbling against the counter, its corner piercing into his ribs. Wincing in pain, Jimin grabs his side. „Are you alright?“, Jungkook calls out, already on his feet. „Is it bad, Jimin-ah?“, Jin asks, his voice resonating with concern, hurrying towards Jimin whose soft features are contorted by pain. Instantly, you’re by his side, the first to reach him, carefully feeling the injured area. „Is anything broken? Jimin, can you move your arm? Does it hurt when you breathe?“ Barely mustering a weak smile, Jimin shakes his head, nonetheless gritting his teeth as he draws a shaky breath. „Don’t worry, babe, I’m alright. The rib’s barely even bruised.“ In one smooth movement, he gently brushes away your hand and goes on to interlace his fingers with yours. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize that this is the very first time you get to openly display the true nature of your relationship. Alarmed, you look up at the others still huddled around you and Jimin, making eye contact with them one by one. However, to your astonishment, none of them seems to be surprised in the least. „What? You knew!? All of you?“ „Of course we did“, Jungkook smirks at you. „We’re not stupid, you know“, Hoseok adds, smiling brightly. „And we were happy for you all along“, Jin says, eyes gleaming. „I always knew the two of you were meant to be. It’s in your …“ He pauses, expectantly looking around, grinning broadly. „… DNA“, Jin finally blurts out the pun, bursting into laughter at his own wordplay. „Oh, seriously!?“, Taehyung rolls his eyes. „Sometimes you’re too much. If Suga-hyung were here, he’d have hit you.“ „I can make good for that later on!“, you can hear Yoongi faintly calling from the living room, his deadpan tone eliciting chuckles from the six of you. „So, you’re really okay, yeah?“, you get back on topic, once again sizing up Jimin who’s nestled against your side, his hands buried in the front pocket of your sweater. „I’m good, y/n, I was just a little shocked, that’s all. Don’t worry.“ „Well, you had every reason to be shocked. I’ve never seen Namjoon be like that with one of you before. What he did was not okay“, you conclude, gently freeing yourself from Jimin’s clingy hands. „I’m gonna go talk to him. After all, he wasn’t completely wrong. All this is commotion partly, or mainly, my fault.“ „Don’t say that, y/n. It’s not true“, Jimin counters, unsuccessfully trying to hold you back by your arm. „Yes, it is, Jimin. I have brought this upon myself and I have to deal with it. This incident has to be a one-time occurrence, and I’m gonna make sure of that. Just … let me handle this, alright?“ The five of them nod reluctantly and let you leave without further objecting. Soon, you find Namjoon in his room, getting ready to leave, just as you’d figured. Soundlessly, without knocking, you enter. „What you did just then wasn’t fair.“ Startled by the sound of your voice, he whirls around. „Ever heard of knocking!?“, Namjoon snaps at you, his tone harsh. „Sorry“, you mumble, chewing on your lower lip. „Old habit.“ He turns his back to you while going through a heap of clothes having accumulated by the end of his bed, over the course of days or weeks even, you assume, knowing him. You were always the one doing laundry. Namjoon would claim you were the only one who’d get the dosage of the fabric softener just right, that his sweaters would never be as soft or balmy when he’d wash them himself. You swallow hard, doing your best to push back yet another bittersweet memory of your shared past, your features hardening again as he finally turns around to face you. „What? What do you want, y/n? Haven’t you done enough already?“ „I don’t know. You tell me. What have I done exactly?“ „Oh, you know exactly what I’m referring to“, he scoffs, giving you a frosty look. „What? What did I do, Namjoon? Did I cheat on you? Did I rip your heart straight from your chest? Did I betray your trust? Did I trample on your love and commitment like it was nothing?“ Your voice echoes from the walls of his humble bedroom, its sound shrill, heavy with unshed tears and dinning with all the hurt and anger you’d kept locked away for far too long. For a few seconds, Namjoon only stares at you, blank-faced, his mouth agape, obviously at a loss for words. You’re almost ready to turn away and leave when he finally finds his voice again. „Did you ever even love me, y/n?“ „What!?“, you gasp, your jaw dropping and your eyes rounding in disbelief. „Are you being serious!?“ Namjoon simply shrugs. „Are a fucking idiot, or what!? Of course I loved you! I still love you! I always will, unfortunately. Why else do you think I’m here right now, screaming my head off when I could be having a nice and quiet bowl of Cheerios downstairs?“ You laugh bitterly, the dry sound getting painfully stuck somewhere deep down your throat. „Then how can you do this to me, y/n?“ All of a sudden, his tone is scarily calm. „How can you taunt me like this, knowing full well that you’re torturing me with every glance you exchange with Jimin, with every touch you share? And most importantly, how can you manipulate and knowingly hurt one of my closest friends, someone I deeply care about!?“ „I don’t know what you’re talking about“, you shrug your shoulders, hot red heat slowly creeping up your neck towards your cheeks. „Oh, yes, you do, y/n!“, Namjoon raises his voice at you once again, stepping closer, too, his tall figure now towering over you. Instinctively you back off, retreating until your back hits a bookshelf. „You know very well what I’m talking about, y/n. You’re no angel either“, he smirks, his brown eyes clouded by a darkness you’d never noticed in them before. „What you’re doing to Jimin, these little games you’re playing — That’s just wrong! I believed you were a good person, a decent human being, respectful of those around you, but it seems I was mistaken.“ Shaking his head with embitterment, his mouth set in a hard line, long arms crossed over his chest, Namjoon takes another step in your direction. „Okay. You seem to have made up your mind about me already. So, go on and tell me. What am I doing to Jimin in your opinion? What’s my game, huh?“ „I can see the way you look over at me whenever you touch him, you kiss him, you whisper sweet nothings into his ear. You’re only using him! To get back at me! Your feelings for him aren’t real, and you’re well aware of that! Admit it!“ „What if I can’t!?“ „Admit it, y/n! I wanna hear you say it!“ Involuntarily, you flinch under his shouts. „Let me hear you say that you’re a stone cold player! That you’re no better than me! That your feelings for Jimin aren’t real, never were and never will be!“ This is the first time you are truly afraid of Namjoon, the realization breaking your heart once again as you press your lips shut, determinedly shaking your head while doing your best to avoid his searing glare, your pulse racing. „We talked about this often enough, y/n, remember? Back in the beginning of our relationship, when I used to be jealous of him and your shared bond. You said you could and would never love him like you loved me, you could never see him that way, as a lover. You would never have romantic or sensual feelings for him. You swore, and I could see in your eyes that you believed the words you said. So stop this charade, already, y/n! Stop playing with Jimin’s heart! He doesn’t deserve this! Can’t you see that he truly loves you!? What you’re doing isn’t right! And what I did does not justify your actions! You disgust me, really.“ You can’t hold back another sharp laugh. „Oh, I do now?“ „Yes. I would’ve never imagined you stooping this low. I only ever thought the best of you, y/n. But it seems you tricked me, too.“ „Did I?“ Gnawing at your already sore lip, you fight back the unshed tears blurring the scenery before your eyes. „Is that really what you think of me? That I am disgusting? That I could actually be capable of doing something like that to Jimin? Do you honestly believe that, Namjoon?“ „Yes“, he responds without hesitating, his voice firm and lacking any hints of doubt. „And you would really leave all of these harsh words out there without taking even one of them back? You believe them to be the truth and nothing but the truth?“, you ask again, afraid of what Namjoon’s answer might be. „Oh, yes.“ „Then I guess that’s what they are. There’s no point in trying to convince you otherwise anyway.“ Shaking your head, burning hot tears finally running down your cheeks unchecked, you push past Namjoon and head for the door. „Is that actually an admission of guilt? Is there really some decency left in you?“ Shaken by stifled sobs you turn back to look at him one last time. „You make me sick, Namjoon. But I know I will always love you, nonetheless, and it hurts. It fucking hurts! Yet, what you just said hurts me infinitely more deeply than catching you in the act with that woman back then! It hurts even more than admitting we will never work again. It really hurts so much more than anything I’ve ever felt. The fact that you actually believe me to be the kind of person who could be so cruel —“ Your voice trails off. „What you said about me using Jimin — Maybe it was true in the beginning. Maybe I pondered the idea of using him for a second there … when I noticed the way you reacted to our casual interactions. I felt challenged. Challenged to make you feel what I felt. But I didn’t go through with it. When I kissed Jimin for the first time — It was like a revelation! I instantly knew that I needed him, that I’d needed him all along, that I was his and he was mine, because we were meant to be. I’m not playing with his heart, Namjoon. I could never do that to him, to anyone, really. I love Jimin. I truly do. And I can say this with all certainty. I love him, if you believe me or not. I always have.“ „Oh, yeah? Then why didn’t you choose him back then?“ „You know why“, you sigh, inclining your head, weary of this verbal ping-pong tournament. „I’m not sure, I do, though. How about you enlighten me, y/n? Why’d you even bother with me in the first place? Could’ve spared us all the trouble“, he scoffs, his cold words piercing your already aching heart like icy needles. „I’ve told you this before, Namjoon. You drew me in like a magnet back then. There was something about you that Jimin was missing, that I’d been searching for all along. Or so I’d believed. At first your charm, your mind, this certain kind of smooth roughness and depth to you, attracted me. But, yes, I grew to love you, just as I grew to love Jimin.“ „So you loved both of us?“ „Regrettably, yes“, you groan, evading his touch as Namjoon reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder. „Are we done here, Namjoon?“ „Just one more question“, he says, lowering his voice to a soft whisper, the sound of it making you uncomfortable, as he takes another step towards you. „Do you still love me, y/n?“ „Are you deaf, or what? Didn’t I make myself clear earlier? Yes, I —“ Before you can finish your argument you’re silenced by Namjoons lips on yours, kissing you urgently. For a second your weak body is ready to give in to the temptation, but your mind doesn’t stand for it, mental images of Jimin being unreeled before your inner eye like a film, memories of shared laughter and intimacy, echoing with whispered words of love and trust. Wide-eyed you push Namjoon off of you. „What the —“ A noise by the door lets you jolt around, the sight of Jimin’s pale face and the excruciating pain showing in his round eyes leading you to choke on your last words. „Jimin —“, you commence, but he has already turned on his heal, his hunched figure quickly disappearing into the dark corridor. „Shit!“, you call out, ramming your fist into the wall with such force the instant pain shooting up your arm makes you shudder. „Y/n —“ „No, Namjoon! Just — NO! What the hell were you thinking!? What was that!? Have you lost your mind? Did you see his face?“ With your uninjured hand, shaking, pressed to your mouth, stifling a gasp of pure exasperation, you turn to run after Jimin, hoping, pleading to whatever God may receive your prayers, that it’s not too late. That you will not have ruined everything. That you will not have lost them both for good this time.

To be continued …

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