SCARS IN US

22. Whiskey

I tightened the grip over the phone because the response was given same as always. The secretary again failed to dig out information about Y/N. I could not believe. was that possible. It felt like she vanished in thin air without a trace to reach her.

" It doesn't matter how you do it but I want details of her whereabouts. Make sure you search each and every place because I won't forgive you if you let me down." I cut the call and dropped it on the couch.

I liked that nothing yet everything of a relationship we had. The fact that I could flirt with her whenever I wanted and that I could excuse some random thoughts that appreciated her beauty. Little things that as a husband would make the relationship a bit odd and at risk while within that label it was just a joke. Why it had to be her? I regret everything I ever did to her.

I groaned in frustration because each time I crossed the kitchen I was getting a déjà vu of her, making breakfast.

I really miss that flavor because truthfully her cooking was excellent. That's why I used to eat it behind Yubin's back. I couldn't help but melt in that taste though her glimpse never went unnoticed by me. I knew since then that I saw giving her hopes although I couldn't help but get drawn into that deep intensity of delight.

Everything became a big mess for me since the reveal of that factory incident. I didn't knew how I felt anymore. I felt like my heart splited, beating for two persons at once. I was confirmed about one beating for Yubin but it seemed faint whereas whenever I thought about Y/N a very firm thump was hammered. Did I really started uncoiling the feelings for the girl I helped in childhood, who was also my first crush or I was just nervous and guilty to face her? I didn't knew the answer but for sure there was something for her that grew with each passing day.

I made myself some sandwich then ate the medicine as prescribed. Looking out the window I saw the dawn getting laid, declaring that the grand party at Jimin was about to begin. They were avoiding me and I didn't liked it at all. We were like brothers but right now I was treated like an outcast.

Huh, who was I even kidding? They were righ to do so but it hurts.

To distract my from irrelevant thoughts I turned on the television but a news channel was displayed which was having live broadcast from that party. My eyes grew bigger when I saw every shareholder of my company being invited into it. Those six boys were cheering to the success they achieved unil he reporter encountered Yoongi and asked," Where is Jeon Y/N? She has an ownership of forty percent so where is she?"

He snickered looking at the camera like he was directly piercing in my soul. He said," Not only you but I think many people are looking for her but don't worry, she is always in contact with us. Wherever she is, it is safer for her than staying in Seoul where the devil is in search of her." He smirked before he was called by Taehyung.

My knuckles turned white once I acknowledged his words. I pulled the knot of the tie and hung it around the neck. Running my fingers in hair I groaned in anger. He wants to meet devil, right? He'll meet him.

I lifted the whiskey bottle and gulped the intoxicating liquor to get into my veins. I wanted to let out that boldness and strength that was deep buried in me.

I took the keys, driving the car while drinking the liquor. I speeded up to reach their before I get drunk. Pulling the car I slammed the door with a thud and walked into the party.

I didn't cared who or why people were staring at me but for sure my vision was blurry. I was struggling to walk but kept to look around to find those men. I won't stay down. Not today.

JIMIN'S POV

We chung the glasses and gulp it down. Yoongi really proved himself. He was above cloud nine with all the fruit he got for his hardwork. He was the definition of true spirit to pull up the weak confidence.