It is the nature of life to take unprecedented turns. Turns that may imperil every single breath a person can take and that was her destiny.
His was to solve the maze these unprecedented turns of life had put her in. It was another mystery that he h...
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The two bottles of vodka clinked together as he placed them on the table, casually sitting next to the woman who had been eying his movements. Her focus shifted from the drinks to his, her cheek resting on her knee while she sat like a curled up koala on the ground.
"So how are you dealing..." he leaned his head against his fist after handing out a glass of alcohol to her and taking one for himself. "...with this?" he gestured towards the table that was placed in front of them, a mess of files placed on top of it.
"How am I dealing with this?" She recklessly raised an eyebrow towards him, subsiding a chuckle seconds later. "I'm not sure, Mr. Jeon." She bit her lip, looking down before concentrating back on the drink in her hand. "I think I'm just getting through. I couldn't be sure, although. Is this how it is?" She timidly took a sip of the alcohol, closing her eyes as she felt the liquid fuel her senses and burn down her throat.
He tilted his head, curious eyes not leaving her calm expression and right when the alcohol must've hit her, her nose scrunched. The small smile on his face unquestionably indicated how he wanted a different answer than that. She looked at him again before chuckling, her lips parting as she tried to choose what to say.
"I- I don't want to be ungrateful. I cannot complain about another thing after all that you have done for me. Even after being in a condition that I'm in, I got a roof to live under and to live my life normally. I'd be anything to anyone but ungrateful to you, Jungkook." She narrowed her eyes to nothing in particular, nervously fiddling with her fingers.
Taking a sip of his own drink, he sighed, voice audible and clear when he started to speak. "Telling me how you feel won't make you ungrateful towards me, Youra." He stated, firm eyes never leaving their focus. "It's only natural that you are hurting. But I do not understand the point of burying your emotions. It won't make you any stronger if you think so."
"But isn't that what you do, too?" She asked, restlessly picking her nails. "The way people talk about you, the way I have seen you be. No feelings." She asserted, a weak smile on her face.
Her statement made him tilt his head, and in a long time, he had to compel his mind to ponder before answering somebody. "It's different for me. You see, it changed with time. Situations and decisions change people." He paused, blinking in deep thought. "I just chose not to... feel that much anymore."
She pressed her lips together, looking around before picking up the burnt-out cigarette that had been put carelessly on the ashtray. She held it in her fingers in front of his eyes, shaking her head a little with a frown before throwing it away again. The man snorted a chuckle, turning his head after examining her adorable threatening expression.
The two sat in silence for a moment or two as they quietly enjoyed each other's company. Jungkook did not want to push the matter— he realised that if he does, he might end up disgracing the whole point of this conversation, and he did not want to end the night with disagreements. Song Youra was a sensitive person, he'd realised, even though she might not want to make it apparent. And he would be okay if she decided not to speak tonight about what was eating her from the inside and just stay in comfortable silence until she spoke up herself.
