Enigma II : Magic Card

/24.2/ Rejection, Inception

At times when you can't handle a moment, either good or bad, your brain tries its best to numb you from your senses so that you don't feel it happening.

I wanted to pull him in, mingle his heat with mine. My hands tickled, but it was because the desire was also humid with induced repulsion, I wasn't feeling him, his action of desperation mixed with what called fervor. He pulled me tighter, his lips maneuvered over mine and sucked onto my lower. My lungs felt suffocating, my eyes were open, and I was examining his hair instead. A second later, I felt his warmth getting off me as he opened his eyes and met mine, filled with expected - disappointment. He wanted me to speak something first, a reason for my act of indifference to his this passion, after he wanted to give himself to me, why was I this? Why didn't I take him in? Even I had no answer to these marks.

Nothing but silence came from my side. I looked down at the floor unable to handle the intensity of his eyes. His face shifted to the right.

"Thanks." A sound of a sigh, and he stormed out through the door. It was all silent then, ringing in my ears.

My mind was on the verge of decimation. I knelt on the floor, clutching my head.

I was failing, failing at it.

Love?

It wasn't for me. I didn't know love.

I didn't want to.

>>>

Jungkook was impatiently waited near the exit, loping over one tile at a time to pass his time. The elevator clang opened its door, revealing three of the members. Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi.

"Let's go." He dashed out, sparing no second to wait. The huge backpack on his shoulder jumped twice with his every stride.

"I wonder where Jimin is. Something is wrong with him today." Jin said.

Namjoon agreed, "I know right? He had been all moody during the practice and then left as soon as it ended. Do any of you know what's up with him?"

"Y'all know how taciturn he is when it comes to talking out something about himself," Hoseok shrugged, "He'll be fine later on." He turned to Yoongi, "You could share the car with us though, hyung. Three of us would fit in. I'm sharing with Taehyung."

"No. I uh- you guys go. I am gonna take a cab instead."

"Why a cab? Take the car. We can drop you off at your place then head off for dorm."

"It's gonna be a hassle. I am alright going by cab." He said, "You guys don't know where Jimin might be at?"

"No, he's not even picking up his call."

"It would've been nice if he had joined me." Yoongi sighed lowly, "Jungkook? Could you come with me? If you have nothing else to do as for now."

"Where to, hyung?" He waited on his pace for others to catch up to him, "Sure, I can tag along."

"This is where you wanted to come?"

Yoongi proceeded forward, and the other sticking from behind. Their car had parked before a grocery shop beside the abandoned road. Yoongi flailed on the chime bell hanging above, calling with his voice sweetened with reverence, "Ahjumma."

The owner of the shop came out in slow, heavy steps. A woman in her late fifties, hair silky and puffed and frizzled like undulating clouds, the benign serene feature of the old settled onto her face as well. Noticing the small of porcelain skin from the corner of the door crevice, her face was already brewing a warm smile known of who it was.