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Kizie
“Jungkook, tell her to go,” I spoke looking at Erica who is whistling.
“Erica, please go,” Jungkook said and Erica sigh.
“Kook, it's almost twelve. I'll leave tomorrow,” Erica said.
I am so irritated right now. First she came without informing, and now she is not leaving. It's my house, I won't allow her here. But, she is right, it's late, and it's not good for her to leave.
“Okay, but please leave tomorrow on time, because it's my house, and I will not accept your excuses,” I said, and she smiles.
“Sure, Kizie. You didn't even ask me why I am here. Come on, I am your best friend,” she said and my chest tighten.
Best friend. Who is a best friend? In my opinion, a best friend is someone who loves you, when you forget to love yourself.
But my case is opposite, she hates me, more than I hate myself. She makes me realize that I am not worth. There was a time, when we used to create countless memories. But, she destroyed everything.
When I was breaking apart, she was busy comforting and making out with my husband. He was kissing her, his hands were exploring her body curves.
Still that scene breaks my heart into a million pieces. It just tore me apart.
“Kizie?” Erica's voice bring me back from my thoughts.
“Yeah, why are you here?” I asked in a low tone.
“To invite you, for mine and Kook's marriage,” she said and a sad chuckle escaped my lips.
“Look, my engagement ring,” she stretch out her hand.
The diamond ring is perfectly fit in her ring finger. Her long nails are covered with light blue color of nail paint.
“It's beautiful right—,” she said, but got cut off by Jungkook.
“Leave,” Jungkook said and get up.
He holds Erica's wrist and make her get up with a jerk. He grab the suitcase placed beside the couch and drag her away. I watch her shouting at him, but he is totally ignoring.
I get up and straighten out my clothes before running upstairs. I got into the other room, because Kookie is sleeping in our room.
I quickly open the door and rush towards the bathroom. I get in, and turn on the lights.
I turn on the shower and slide down under flowing water, hugging my knees, bringing them up to my chest. Tears are flowing from my eyes. I tightly close my eyes and cried, burying my face in my knees.
It's been a while, I cried like this. I always prevent my tears from falling, specially in front of kookie. But, sometimes it's really hard.
There is a lump in my throat, my eyes are blurry, I can't breathe, thousands of thoughts are going through my head. I grab my head and cried harder. I want to scream, scream so hard, but nothing is coming out.
I flinch when I feel someone holding my wrist. I flutter my eyes open, only to meet his crying eyes. He holds me by my both arms and make me stand up.
He cups my cheeks and tuck the loose strands of my hair, which are fully drenched, behind my ears. He stares into my eyes, which I guess are swollen and red till now.
“Leave me alone,” I said and try to push him.
But he takes the hold of my waist and pull me closer to him. I try to push him, but he is holding me tightly. I gave up, as I realized there is no use, he is strong.
“Listen—,” he said
“Shut up,” I said and looked into his eyes. “Don't just don't say anything,” I growl, as I feel my unseen tears flowing.
“I am sorry,” he said followed by a sob.
“No Jungkook, don't be sorry. Just tell me one thing, am I that easy to let go?”
“No, I never let you go—,”
“That's why you are engaged with someone else,”
“Kiz, she— she is insane, she thinks that I'll marry her, but I won't, I'll never do that,”
“Oh, and why is that? She is your fiancé,”
“I don't give two fucks about her,”
“You should—,”
The next the thing I know is, his lips on mine. I put my hands on his shoulder and try to back away, but his hands find the way to my hips, and he tightly grips it. I gasped, and he slides his tongue in my mouth, and I have to give up, because it's been so long. I want him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he pulls me closer by neck. Our chest pressed against each other, warm water flowing down to our bodies.
He made his way towards my neck and leave soft kisses, before biting it and twirling his tongue around. His kisses are making me quiver. He run his hands on my back, until he finds the zipper and pull it down.
He pulls back and smooth back his wet hairs, and lick his lips.
“Can I?” He asked.
“Yes,”
I slowly open my eyes and stare at him. Water droplets are dropping from the tip of his hairs, and on his neck, down to his chest. He leans in to attach our lips. He kisses me slowly and passionately. After a good kiss, he spoke.
“Go and wait for me in the bedroom then.”
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