JUST ANOTHER CLICHÉ STORY: Rich Guy; Poor Girl

MISSED CALL

It's been over a week.

Usually Jimin would have contacted Aimee by now.

Hell, he would have contacted her the day after the party.

But no.

She knew that no matter what she does, Jimin won't be able to endure her.

"If that's what you really want. Then I'll go."

That familiar angelic face she knew for so long flashed before her. He was perfect in so many ways. He treated her like no other man did.

Usually, men would ran after her, pursuing her with lots and lots of gifts, stacks presents only to make her want them. They would shower her with material things, and do what ever she wants even if it turns out to be absurd, all for the sake of getting in between her legs.

Jimin on the other hand, was different.

He treated her like she's some fragile little flower in the mids of all the weeds, taking delicate care of her just so she could grow into a beautiful one.

Right.

That was the reason why she fell for him.

And now he's somewhere she didn't know. And it somewhat felt weird. Not being able to hear his sweet voice, not being able to see his cute smile, not being able to feel his soft touch.

A week passed and no communication or what so ever and she started to wonder where Jimin might have gone to.

Those last words he spoke to her kept of replaying inside her head like a CD on repeat.

What if...

"No," she whispered to herself as she hid under the covers of her bed one evening. "He's not that stupid," she mumbled as she bit hard on her lower lip until she felt a sting and tasted the metallic bit of blood on her tongue.

He's just doing this so I would be the one to call him first.

I won't do that.

Aimee thought to herself.

But it was day six already, and still no single word from Jimin.

She sat up on her bed, dart her gaze on the phone place on the bed side table and grabbed it fast as lightning.

Just.

One.

Ring.

She pushed the speed dial and waited.

But the other line didn't even rang, instead all she heard was the female operator's voice saying that the number she's calling is currently out of reach.

"Damn it!"

She threw her phone on the bed.

She was mad at him, how could he not contact her?

It's all his fault, he made her so used to his presence that whenever he's not around she just didn't feel complete.

"I hate you Park Jimin!" She grunted as the emotions flew down from her eyes down to her cheeks.

"I hate you! I hate you. I hate--" She repeated the words, trying to make herself believe that she really did hate him.

But she knew deep inside that she was so f*cking worried about him.

This whole week without Jimin made her forget about Jungkook completely. And she suddenly felt so stupid for actually thinking that she still wanted Jungkook when all she ever needed was Jimin.

All these time, she has been such a b***h over the people who truly love her. Taking them for granted and not appreciating their existence.

She lost Jungkook because she was greedy of love that she already has but still threw it away.

All she did was received and never give back, ---afraid that if she ever get too attached she would end up hurting, and broken like her family.

But it seemed like it's more painful now that the thought of Jimin being gone kept on knocking on back of her head, getting louder and louder with every pound.

It was all her fault.

If anything happens to Jimin.

It was all on her.

She covered her face with her hands while she whimpered, crying out the pain inside heart.

She reached for her phone on the bed and dialed another number.

"Tae," she sniffled before continuing, "Jimin--."

---

"What the f*ck is she doing here?" Jungkook asked, his voice was louder than usual.

"She was the one who told me that Jimin was missing," Taehyung said.

"What did she do this time?!" Jungkook almost screamed as he started to approach Aimee who was hidden behind Taehyung's frame. Jungkook's best friend spread his left arm to protect Aimee from him.

"Jungkook," Taehyung started, his voice was restrained and low, "that's what were going to find out."

"Who the heck used the toilet without flashing it? It's like world war two over there? I'm--," Hoseok abruptly stopped in the middle of the living room after finally registering the heated aura surrounding the area, "Shit." He mumbled.

---

The last thing you remembered was the man's wicked smile before he threw a solid punch on your abdomen which sent unbearable pain throughout your body.

And then everything went blank.

You whimpered as you shifted a little from were you were laying. The tight rope encircling your wrist made your breathing fasten, you were afraid. The rope get firmer as if it had its own life, getting even more tighter whenever you tried to pull onto it from the headboard where it was tied.

Both of your arms spread on either side of your head bonded to your bed's metal headboard, while your feet were strangely free from any leash.

You looked around the bedroom and just as your eyes landed on the closed door, the wooded board creaked open revealing your worst nightmare.

He smiled with that disgustingly wicked mouth of his as he placed his index finger on his lips and made a hush sound.

"Ssshh," he sounded as he slowly approached you.

You closed your eyes shut.

And the memories came rushing in once again.

"Sshh," he sounded as he approached you, crawling on the bed while fixing his eyes on yours.

You could hear your mother screaming from the other side of the door, you could imagine her struggling as the other man restrained her from moving.

The man inside the room with you was already towering your shaking frame. His rough fingers glided on your thigh getting higher and higher towards your center.

You wanted to scream but when you opened your mouth there was no sound coming out from it. You pushed him with all your might, but he was bigger and stronger compared to you so all you managed to do was whimpered as he slowly leaned down towards your neck.

His hot breath fanned your exposed skin sending shiver down your spine, just a few inches more and his lips would have touched you but a loud gun shot echoed throughout the hallway and a man groaned in pain.

"My daughter--."

You heard your mom before the door swung open from the strong kick of the police. The officer in the uniform pointed the gun on the evil man's head and the man immediately sat up while raising both of his hands on the air in defeat.

You wasted no time and ran fast towards your mom and hugged her tight.

Looking back to the man's blood shut eyes as the police dragged him out of your home, your body stiffened as he smiled at you.

You could almost hear him say, "we'll meet again."

And it seemed like he knew how to keep promises since you were back on the same terrifying situation once again.

He stopped on the edge of the bed looking down at your streaming eyes as you burned him with your hateful gaze.

"Did he f*cked you already?" He asked.

At first you were confused as to who he was referring to but then you realized he was talking about Jungkook.

"I asked you a question!" He hissed gripping on your chin with his hand, "did he f*cked you?"

You sobbed as you couldn't brought yourself to speak.

Your stomach ached due to the punch earlier, your wrist were already bruised due to the rope tied on it and his strong hold on your chin only added to the petrifying emotions you were feeling at the moment.

You had no strength to answer what he was asking.

"I should be the first one to taste you," he grunted. "Guess you're a slut after all." He threw your chin to the side letting it go from his strong grip.

---

"Fine," Jungkook said, his voice was shaking as he tried his best to hold onto his anger, "get inside."

Both Taehyung and Aimee entered and Jungkook closed the door with force sending the small table mirror on top of the wooden counter near the door to fell on the floor and scattered into pieces.

A sudden chill ran through Jungkook's body and he immediately looked for his cellphone inside his bag.

One missed call from Y/N.

"What's the matter?" Taehyung asked, he knew Jungkook so well that he immediately noticed the panic on the younger's eyes as he dialed your number.

Jungkook waited as he heard the first ring on the other line.

And this heart dropped for the ringing sound stopped even before it ended replacing by the sound indicating that the call had been dropped.

---

Your eyes widen when you heard the sound of your ringtone.

Head swiftly darted to your cellphone laying on the floor near the bed as it flashed Jungkook's name on it, but before you could even try to reach for it, the man was already picking it up, ending the call without any second thoughts before turning the phone off.

---

"I need to go," Jungkook suddenly let out catching everyone's attention once again.

"What?" Hoseok asked.

"Y/N," he made a fist, he could almost hear the loud ramming of his heart as if it was near his ears,"she might be in danger."

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