Trapped | KTH

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Your POV:

I'm awake. I'm conscious. But, I don't want to open my eyes yet.

His arms wrapped around Sana... That's the only thing my mind can think of.

Why did I ever let Naya brainwash me into talking to him?

Pushover.

A stupid pushover. That's what I am.

Never did I ever think I'd find myself in such a situation. Never.

Why that imbecile...just because I kissed someone five or six times it doesn't mean he had to go so far as to sleep with someone else!

But then again... I have no right to be mad. We aren't even dating. Heck, we haven't even confessed yet.

It's been a year anyways, there's no guarantee that he feels the same way about me.

Or maybe...did he ever?

What if he was just playing around with me back then? What if he was simply nice to me because of my past?

Ugh! This is driving me crazy!

Well, one thing is for sure though.

He doesn't care about me anymore.

I spend a year mourning about not being able to be with him and he goes and sticks his dick inside another girl. How very wonderful!

This man...what have I let him do to me...

I've had enough.

I've had enough of being dead on the inside.

I'm going to live.

I'm going to interact with my friends properly and enjoy my life well. I will not let him dictate my actions anymore.

Wait---this doesn't smell like my room.
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You slowly and reluctantly opened your eyes to the dimly lit room---though it was daytime, nobody had opened the thick drapes. You knew where you were instantly; you knew that you weren't in your room, but rather, Jungkook's---except, he was nowhere to be seen.

You didn't want to think about why you had come here last night or even what you said or did because the embarrassment of it all would have probably killed you. With the movement of one leg, your head started to pound. You squinted, dry mouth sticky with saliva, and you groaned before retreating under the duvet.

No, I need to get up. I need to wash my face and I definitely need to take a long shower to wash away the sheer stupidity of my actions.

The aching in your skull ebbed and flowed like a cold tide, yet the pain was always there. You understood why they called it a hangover now, for it felt as if the blackest of clouds were constantly circulating around your head with no intention of clearing until only God-knows-when. How the smell of the liquor last night was intoxicating, yet this morning it had seemed to add to your nausea.

You turned to your side and noticed there was a glass of water and painkillers left on the nightstand for you. You internally thanked Jungkook as you popped a few painkillers into your mouth and chugged down the cold glass of water like you had never drank water before.

You were more aware of your banging headache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that had coated your cracked lips. Once on your feet, the room swayed, almost causing you to lose balance and you reached out for the wall. You hand slipped along the high sheen paint and you sprawled onto the carpet with a painful thump. The room swirled before becoming stationary once again and you used the bedstead to pull yourself to a standing position.