SCARS IN US

3. Best friend

After a long time I was getting ready for some event. It was often when I dolled up in confidence despite the self awareness of my face. But today Yoongi was born and being the dearest brother I had to look like his pretty sister.

The sun was already set and everything on me looked cute, just like I used to dress before getting married. That Min Y/N who was more of an independent girl than this Jeon Y/N, bounded in fake relationship.

Turning on my heels I marched towards the bed and packed that half completed sweater. I picked the box and with the help of a stool I climbed up and kept it above the big cupboard. I came down then slided the stool need to the dressing table.

Then I wore the heels and tied my hair in a high ponytail. Little bit of makeup was making my dress look pretty. A smile crept on my lips as I glanced myself. I was satisfied with my visuals.

Jungkook was on his way to pick me up so I took the birthday present and went down the stairs. He hated when someone made him wait so I hurriedly walked down after clutching my phone.

I heard the knock and after placing the if on table I immediately went to open the door. Jungkook was standing in his office suit with a tired expression. When his eyes fell on me he gawked at me with annoyance.

"Is this how you would dress? Like a teenager? You really don't have any sense, do you? Dress like a grown woman but who am I kidding, you will always stay that immature stupid."

My smile dropped because somehow his words hurted me. His venomous opinion clenched my heart as his voice echoed in my ear. He was pouring his anger on me, not even considering I had feelings too.

I didn't wanted to ruin the night so I pressed my lips together while he walked past me and went upstairs to change his clothes. Every person had the right to speak but his heart never pitied on me.

I accepted his cold behavior and also the fact of Yubin's absence was effecting him in some way. A person who always sticked to his girlfriend had to postponed her touches for me. It had to be his duty to accompany me as his wife but he didn't cared at all. He just wanted to go and meet with his friends which were one of the factors why he didn't fully bursted on me.

After few minutes I heard the door being opene and revealed him in his outfit. He looked as handsome as ever. There was no certain defination of his beauty while he climbed down the stairs.

He snapped his fingers in front of me, causing me to come back on earth. "If you are done staring me then let's go." He walked ahead, exiting the house while I carried the present and locked the door behind.

I ran toward the car and settled in his car. Wearing the seatbelt I was all ready to go but then I saw him looking at me. Tugging my hair I said," What?"

"Nothing, just looking how desperately you want to go there."

I clenched my fists because it was beyond the limit. After months I had a reason to go out of the hell but he was making my fun.

"Not like I have a sugar baby to feed." I mumbled to myself while he ignited he engine. He pressed the accelerator and drove towards the known address while I looked outside. I don't remember getting ou of the house this late at night, not like I went out in day either.

Roads were busy with the people getting off from work while I looked like a kid amazed at how beautiful the world was. Aesthetic nature was getting collided with breathtaking artificial lights that made the earth look like heaven.

Soon I recognized the neighborhood where I grew up. An electrifying excitement enhanced my spirit once the music reached my ears. Curving my lips up I glimpsed towards the mansion lit up in lights and probably the party was going on with full of invitees.