"There's barely enough time to love in a lifetime, please don't give it all away to pain," his words were gentle, yet slightly pleading as his hand trailed down my cheek.
"But what if the pain has already consumed me?"
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𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
NOVA
I allowed the wind to cool my previously roasting body whilst I stared out of the window; watching as the city passed by. The blur of the lights made me dizzy, but I didn't care, I just wanted to get away from the toxicity that seemed to follow me everywhere.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Jungkook sat so calmly with one hand on the wheel and his elbow rested on the window ledge. He was even more beautiful than I remembered. Contrasting with last night's look, his doe eyes were softer now and less panicked, and his hair fell stylishly in wet-look curtains.
I continued to admire him, taking in every detail of his face before he turned to look at me. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to stare?" He teased, his lips tugging into a smirk.
"Yep, but I was also taught never to ignore a handsome face," I fired back, flirtatiously.
"Touché," he smiled. "So who was this excellent teacher or yours? Your mum?"
"My aunt actually." I looked down and smiling at the fond memories that started coursing through my mind.
I could tell he was contemplating how to approach the subject, which was sweet, these boys may be potential serial killers but at least there was some humanity lurking under their bad boy facade.
My aunt was always the brightest, most warmest person in the room, she didn't deserve to be condemned to such a painful fate. It was always just me and her growing up, my dad had no involvement in my upbringing past the age of eight; I didn't even know where he was and if he was alive or dead. That's why I was so happy when my aunt started gushing about Mark. It was a whirlwind romance and soon enough he became the closest thing I had to a dad. Most girls at age eleven would hate a strange new man sleeping in their apartment, but I loved Mark and he treated my aunt like the queen she was.
My aunt Laura exposed me to love at young age. She encouraged high school boyfriends even if they lasted a day. She was in love with love and wanted me to feel the beauty of it too. In recent years I often blamed her for introducing me to such a damaging emotion because of the way I ended up. I couldn't help but chase after guys attention, doing anything to feel their love. It was an exhausting way to live.
I leant back in the seat, thinking over the incident I'd just escaped from. I shivered as I felt the old man's hand on my ass and his sickening words swimming around my mind. Shaking my head, I tried to get the thoughts out, but all I could picture was Jimin's hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me to the side before beating the shit out of that man.
It all happened so quickly that I didn't even get a chance to acknowledge what he did for me. But why? He made it clear that he didn't care about me by being unnecessarily violent and treating me like a sex doll. Not to mention he let his friend threaten me.
