The heirs of the big mafia families are agitated ... Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook are growing up in an environment of many disputes, revenge and deaths. They will have to accept or rebel against customs.
Meanwhile, Kim Jisoo...
Guys, good night! I was listening to this song and I really wanted to write an "extra" about Jisoo.
A tip: read this text listening to this song. The experience will be much better.
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Flight, from South Korea to California.
While sitting and confined on that plane, Jisoo kept thinking about him. In the cause of all this chaos of feelings.
He was not in Italy, as she had said before. But four months ago he was, on that five-minute call, being the arrogant and boastful man he had always been.
- You will not ask how I am ...
As if she cared for him.
So why did she feel these feelings of anger, hatred and sadness? A palpable and cold sadness.
Longing ...
Never!
Taehyung was just one of the heirs of many families, he should just be a stepping stone for her to climb and achieve her goals, nothing more. Nothing else.
Jisoo got up at once and headed for the bathroom, more than shit! What was happening to her ?! That overflowing feeling was filling you up and preparing you for something, but what? What was her heart preparing for you?
Death.
Loneliness.
Love ... it wasn't that!
When she got to the bathroom, she took some water from the tap and splashed it on her face, so that the water could wash away all that sadness and anger. That this water was miraculous to the point that she forgot about him, about everything and nothing that they had lived.
They had nothing. They started with little and in the middle they had nothing, so how would they end?
So what to miss? From a kiss that never happened? An erotic touch that never was? From a miserable embrace that was never initiated by both parties.
Betrayal is like a worm that was eating away at you little by little, until there was nothing left.
What was going to happen when there was nothing left?
She then started rubbing that dull water on her face, rubbed, rubbed and rubbed more, to the point that her face was devastated, red and a mix of makeup colors. The black of the mascara had run down her cheeks and made her look more distressing, more pitiful.
Jisoo didn't know how to deal with that. That nameless feeling that permeated her.
So she did what she could to hold on, she couldn't scream, because she was never taught to do this in her excess of anger, breaking the glass seemed too barbaric and hitting people didn't seem enough. Jisoo pulled her blouse down, feeling every thrill of hatred, resignation and rejection ... and she bit her arm as much as she could, which she could take.
BITE. He didn't try to stay with me.
BITE. He was not interested in me.
BITE. He lives with another woman.
BITE. Any other woman serves him more than I do.
BITE. He never protected you.
And when she released her arm, the mark was there. Crimson red. Blood. It hurt, but all the furor had dissipated, the emotions were gone. The monster had returned to the depths of his body.
When looking in the mirror again:
- I can't give in. Not for him. Taehyung, you are just a step, an object without a name, forgettable and nameless. When I'm done with you, please don't come back to haunt me.
When the moment was over, Jisoo returned to his chair as if nothing had happened.
