Find Me | JJK

pt. 9

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"What was that all about, Jungkook-ssi?" I grabbed Jungkook's wrist, making sure I didn't falter in my grip. I wasn't going to let him walk away from me again. I wasn't going to let him have the gratification of having the last say, of making me into a fool again. I was going to prove to him that I was not easy to mess around with. I'd grown stronger than who I use to be and I wasn't going to let him make me feel small again. My pride couldn't handle it. My voice echoed through the empty hallway, hoping that it really was in fact, empty. "Why did you hug me? What were you trying to confirm?"

Jungkook turned his body to face me directly, my fingers still wrapped delicately around his wrist. Neither of us wanted to lose the contact, but neither of us wanted to acknowledge the fact either. So naturally, I left my hand clasped around his wrist, trying not to move even a finger in case it broke the tension and he'd eventually pull himself away from me.

His deep, brown eyes stared through my own and avoided the question the way he would avoid potholes in the road. He knew they were there, and eventually he would end up running over it. It was only a matter of how much he'd been paying attention. To my contempt, he was at full concentration.

"It's been a while, Y/N. Have you been well?" His small smile sent goose bumps down my arms, coating them with the slight, unadulterated satisfaction of being the reason his lips curved the way they did, even if it looked a little forced.

I replied almost instantly, trying to steer the conversation back to the issue at hand. "Yes, grand. Now answer my question."

"Your Korean has gotten better. You seem more mature now," his voice sounded controlled, like it wouldn't waver for the world. He emitted a type of energy, a type of confidence, which only fed to his attraction and whole persona in front of me. Though his height towered over me easily, he had a way of making people around him feel small, not in size but in self-consciousness. It was like the air around him felt like it only belonged to him, and his energy only made the twists in my stomach turn at full speed. He had an effect on me and by the way his smirk grew present on his face, he knew it too.

Once again trying to steer the conversation back, just like how Jungkook was ignoring my question, I was ignoring the way his eyes on me made my knees give in slightly. "Yeah, I grew up well. Why did you hug me?"

"You look really pretty," Jungkook still ignoring my questions, continued to throw compliments that, though I really didn't mind hearing, wasn't something I'd anticipated on having the pleasure of appreciating. It felt like neither of us deserved it. He didn't deserve to relish in my presence and throw lavish praises the way he did, and I didn't deserve receiving them from him. Honestly if I could, I'd listen to it all god damn day. I'd record it on a cassette tape and listen to his words that so effortlessly rolled off his tongue over and over again. I'd re-watch the way his eyes poured affection into my soul like the way I watched the film wind back when I hit the rewind button, only to enjoy it all over again. But I didn't want to hear it. No, I couldn't. Not when he unforgivingly drowned me in all the confusion and unanswered questions left between us, and I began growing impatient at his little game of who's more stubborn.

My voice now autonomic, my answers came out faster than I could even think of any proper response, void of any patience left in my body. "I have a business to run now, so of course I need to be mature. What were you confirming by hugging me?"