NOTHING BUT YOU | Na Jaemin

Part 30 | Million Dollar Man

"Get out!"

That's the first thing that Grace has said after pushing the door to be open in her own apartment.

Na Jaemin turns his back around while holding a black pot in his hand—looking confused as he tilt his head to Grace and she's slowly approaching him from the door.

The sound of the clay scattered started to uttering the room after a big slap from Grace's hand landing on Na Jaemin's cheek as he tripped over to his side.

"I want you to get out right now!" Grace started to yell again while Na Jaemin is still confused about what to do.

What is it? What is wrong with Grace?

He breathe out as his body bend over to the floor to pick up the broken clay.

"Stop that!" Grace kick his hand right away with her feet as Na Jaemin's body fall back hitting the wall behind him.

"What is wrong with you?" He breathe out as he tried to compose himself in the place.

"Shut up! Pack your things right now, I'll give you 10 minutes to leave this place!" She stuttered.

"Grace, calm down. I don't understand I—"
"Oh, do not fucking order me. Do not tell me what to do, you fucking liar!"

Grace screams and it made him realize that she was completely mad at him. He left his mouth agape as he started to wonder about the words she said right now.

Liar?

Na Jaemin could feel that his heart started to beat faster as his body gets tremble at the same time. His gaze becomes hazy as Grace's presence becomes more blurry. He could feel the dizziness in his head right now. His head is spinning around, hearing her screams becomes more loud in his ears.

"Say something!"
"What?" He asked as he gets up from the floor, staring deeply into her eyes.

"Oh, look at you a million dollar man. You fucking asshole, are you trying to fool me again, hm?
"What are you talking about, Grace?"
"Ask yourself, Na Jaemin!"

With that, Grace walks faster to her bed, grabbing something from the night stand as she threw the stuff away until it falls down to the floor and making it a loud thud.

"Grace, that's my fucking phone, are you insane?!" Na Jaemin yelled as he pick his phone up on the floor.

"I told you to leave and you're not leaving that's why I'm throwing your phone away!"
"You are fucking sick, do you even realize?"
"Oh I do. I fucking do!"
"Oh, really? Then what the hell happen? You just throwing the stuff away and tell me to pack my things? Is this because of last night?"

Na Jaemin quickly get up from the floor after he turn on his phone back. It wasn't damage nor the screen was breaking.

"Two years of being a stalker to me, how does it feel, Na Jaemin? Oh, or should I call you, Mr. Na— the owner of the SIS school?"

Grace smirked, folding her arms together on her chest, looking over at Na Jaemin as he left his mouth wide open and even barely move in the place right now.

"What a nice fucking plan you had in advance to get me fucking you here?"
"Wha— We made love, Grace?!"
"Ooh, don't you dare to say that because I'm not feeling that way!"

He sighs, rubbing his face as he started to stroke his hair, pacing.

"You knew me, Na Jaemin. It's been 2 years, you fucking liar!"
"I wasn't lie, okay?!"
"The school was a family's company! You bribed Taeil to let me be in it!"