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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January 4 Aira's
With my shoulders low, I sat in Jungkook's car, desperate to collect my scattered thoughts. So much had happened in the past few hours that my brain was severely overwhelmed. So much so that I felt sort of numb. He glanced at me every now and then but didn't say anything.
"Still think I killed your brother?" he finally broke the silence in a slightly humorous tone but his question was a serious one, I could tell.
I pursed my lips, embarrassed that I even suspected him of something like that. "I'm sorry but you were extremely suspicious,"
"Sure. It's because you were always watching me like a stalker." he said teasingly, maybe to light up the atmosphere. "In all seriousness though, I had to hide the truth from you," he said in a breath.
"Why?" I questioned, glancing at him.
"Namjoon doesn't want you to get sucked into all of this,"
"I got.. kidnapped because of this. I think we're beyond that point now." I scoffed lightly, rubbing the sides of my arms that were prickly with goosebumps.
He noticed and quietly turned the heater up. "Your knowledge on this situation is barely a dent, Aira."
I bit down on my bottom lip shortly contemplating if I should respond to that. I did.
"Why can't you just tell me? What's the worse that can happen?"
I watched as Jungkook's jaw clenched but he immediately winced at the pressure and movement as if it were hurting him. "Just drop it,"
I sank into the leather seat and crossed my arms over my chest. "If you don't tell me, i'll find out myself."
His head whipped at me and he clicked his tongue in irritation. "Don't do this. Just stay out of the way, got it?" the hostility in his voice made me shrink.
We were stopped at the red light of an empty intersection— belonging to a small town which happened to be on the way back to the city— and I finally took a look at his full face properly. My eyes softened as my gaze fell on the bruises on one side of his face.
"Oh my god... What happened?" I asked, leaning closer and bringing my hands to his face.
Jungkook didn't reply. He just stared at me with an indecipherable glint in his dark eyes. Dismay? Maybe mixed with a bit of frustration. He looked tired and quite literally beat up.
"Did you... fight them?" I asked lightly running my fingers over his bruises.
"No, they let me waltz in freely." He finally said, obviously sarcastically.
