"I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna kiss your neck"
---🔞Smut Warning & Strong Language🔞---
18 year old Sakura finds that living in the city isn't all what it promised. With little friends and a quiet social life, interesting isn't exactly the w...
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As I pin my necklace around my neck I glance at my self in the mirror. "This will have to do" I mutter before fixing my hair and anything that looked out of place.
Okay. Time to face some people.
Stepping into the exhibition hall I put on a smile and hope no one can tell I'm shitting myself. The place is packed not just with people from the street, but art collectors as well as highly professional photographers who could possibly give me the chance to peruse a career in photography.
I decide to do a lap of the entire exhibition area and look at some of my classmates work. Everyone's produced different outcomes, me being the only one to do black and white portraits. On my way I come across people who compliment me on my own work, saying how lovely it looks and that I've done a great job. Now those people were mostly grandmas rather then professional photographers but hey a compliment is a compliment and I'm thankful for any I can get.
Around an hour passes, and the place is emptying as the minutes go by. I'm about to head to grab my things; and that's when I see them, all 7 of them. Suddenly my feet come to a holt, and the noise of my shoes scuffing against the floor alerts them all, Jungkook being the first to make eye contact with me.
He still came...
The longer i stare at him, the more I can feel my heart thudding up into my throat, and i don't know if it's the heat in this building but a nervous sweat has occurred across my forehead. I can't do this.
Spinning round on my heel I head back to the restroom. Little did I know he was straight to following behind me, his body slipping through the door just as it was about to close. "Sakura—."
"JESUS!" I blurt before shooting my body round. Boys tryna bring me an early funeral I swear down.
"What was that about?"
When he asks that dumb question my facial expression turns sad, and I look down. "Just leave me alone."
"Look I'm sorry if I've made things awkward for you tonight but I thought you'd want me to come."
"Surely you know things are different between us now?" I ask.
"Yeah but surely we can stand to be in the same room as one another—."
"No Jungkook!" I snap and damn I think I just surprised my self with that tone, not just him. "For me, to walk back out there and act like I wasn't just dumped by the guy I love is impossible, and I can't believe you'd find it so easy." I can hear the shakiness in my voice as a stinging pain strikes my throat. Not now tears not now. "Jungkook our photos are all over that exhibition. It's embarrassing for me to have others see them, never mind you and the guys."
