Like a bad habit, we find our way back to each other. No matter what terrible things we put each other though, we always do.
Like an addiction, I possess a deep desire for him and him the same. It's unstoppable, the way we crave each other.
A vice.
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December 31 [11:40pm] Aira's
It was strange to me.. I had fun. My defence was weakening as Jungkook charmed me in ways I thought I would be able to resist. It didn't make sense to me that he could have ill intentions even after doing all of that. From running to me and taking care of me, to kissing me with such intensity and touching me ever so gently. There was no way he was deceiving me.
It all felt too real to be a ploy.
We talked about the randomest of topics as sparklers burned down one after another, as if the hate part of our love-hate relationship was nonexistent. Laughter filled the air around me, his laughter. His laugh is sweet like honey. His genuine one anyway.
Once again, caught in the moment, we laid down together on the soft and cold grass. There was no snow that new year which I'm grateful of. We readied fireworks to set off when the hands of the clock meet at 12 and waited. It had a timer so, we didn't have to go all the way to set it off ourselves. We laid a safe distance away from the fireworks waiting to be launched. His arm was under my head as a cushion but our bodies weren't pressed against each other. Instead, they just touched lightly.
It was equally as unnerving though, being close to him.
Alone.
"You're actually kind of nice, Mr Jeon." I said, looking at the dark night sky above us with my hands clamped together on my stomach.
"And you're quite tolerable, princess." He said back, also looking up.
I turned my head to look at him with narrowed eyes. "Okay, what's up with princess? Why do you call me that?" I scoffed.
He turned his head too, glittering black eyes meeting mine. I was thankful for it being so dark because if not, he might've seen my cheeks that become crimson at just a look. That look.
"Don't you remember?" Jungkook questioned, burning a hole in me with his gaze.
"Am I missing a memory or something?" I quirked an eyebrow and then quickly looked back up at the sky to avoid my heart exploding.
Then he chuckled lowly. "Ah, right. You don't remember."
"What?" I grew curious.
"Remember when we had dinner once and you ended up very drunk?" he asked.
I gasped lightly and nodded in embarrassment of that time.
"Your shoes. They were these heels that were clearly uncomfortable for you." He recalled. "When we went to my place, I saw the bleeding blisters that they created and I suppose I felt bad for you so I decided to help you out a little and change the crappy bandaids you put on."
