HIM IN MY BED [Jakehoon Or Is It....?]

CHAPTER 12

I turn around n push my way through the crowd - the room intensifying as I try to rush away. All of a sudden the music's louder, the temperature's hotter n the walk to the staircase seems like an eternal journey.

I rush up quickly n make my way towards my bedroom, my eyes watering up as I turn the handle n dust into my room - my room. I pause as two ppl suddenly wrestle with the blankets n pull their naked bodies under the duvet, screaming at me to get out. A sudden shock washes over me as I back slowly out of the room - kicked out of my own safe space.

I panic as my breathing accelerates into an uncontrollable grasp, my mind losing control of the whole situation. All my effort into the party, the decorations, the outfits melts away as I head to the staircase.

I rush down the stairs, entering the sea of ppl. As I propel through the mass, a hand clasps around my wrist - halting me in place. Time Freezes. Ik that hand - it's warmth, it's softness, it's firmness. I turn around n see Sunghoon, his eyes dull against the red lipstick stain on his cheek. I divert my gaze to my wrist n whip it from his hand to continue walking through the crowd - managing to escape out of the front door onto the dimly lit from front yard - a few scattered bottles already on the ground.

"JAKE WAIT!!" I hear him scream from behind me, the slamming of the front door silencing him. I pick up a discarded half filled bottle of vodka on the lawn n start running past my mail box; sprinting; escaping.

The night air pricks at me while the music fades into the background, my feet pounding against the footpath as the sound of the party drifts into silence - now replaced with my harsh puffing. With no one around me, my eyes betray me n tears start to drip.
I'm suddenly clasping for breaths - emotions murdering my shaking body.

I run, no location in mind, n let my feet carry me until my lungs can't compete - bending over to catch my breath. Red lipstick flashes through my eyes as I watch her finger nails trace over his shoulders n cling to his neck - his lips smashing against hers. One of his hands twirls in her hair while another cups her left hip. Enjoying her.

The park comes into view through my blurred vision, another tear cascading as I sit down on the park bench - the familiar cold air reinforced without Sunghoon's arm around me like last night. My phone starts vibrating in my pocket, the screen illuminating the lonely darkness.

Unknown number calling (10:17 PM):

ACCEPT OR DECLINE

My heart races as I stare at the screen. Even after all this time I've never named his contact - I've never rlly needed to cuz he's the only one who messages me. He's messaged me more times than my dad n mom combined.

My finger hovers over the green accept button - hitching my mind as I bite my lip in contemplation. I swivel my finger n decline the call, letting the phone fade into silence.

The vibrating continues in my hand, the screen lighting up once again.

To no avail. I decline n turn off my phone, letting silence overtake the park area again.

I breath in n out to control my breathing, wrapping my arms around my shoulder to provide some sense of warmth.

My gaze glosses over the lake, the moonlight's reflection taking my mind away from Sunghoon - but then the memories flood back in. Just last night we were sitting here huddling; cuddling; or as he'd say: preventing frostbite.

I twist the cap off of the vodka bottle n start gulping the drink - immediately met by an instant burning sensation in my throat. I gasp for air as the firey taste of the vodka burns my throat, poking my tongue out to try n alleviate the pain - to no success at all. I let the burning go away before taking another swig, the internal pain of heartbreak enabling me to finish the drink.

I roll the empty bottle out of my hand n onto the grass, letting my arm dangle as a drowsiness washes over me.

The tiredness engulfs me, n slowly pushes me down into a laying position on the bench, legs swung over the handle. I'm not sure what's made me so tired, prolly a mixture of: late night adventures, a bad sleeping schedule, setting up the party all day, stress n alcohol - either way, my eyelids close n I fall asleep to the soft cooing of owls in the tress.

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My eyes fling open - the dreamy sound of cooing birds replaced with an eerily creepy silence. Suddenly my sober mind realizes that I'm alone in a dark park at whatever o'clock. I reach for my phone in my pocket - fuck, I turned it off.

I wait slowly for it to power on as paranoia sets in - I push myself up off of the bench n finally the screen comes on. It's 2:20 AM. Suddenly notifications start pulling up in my phone - the dinging distracting me from the fears of darkness.

*11 missed calls from Unknown number*

*6 unopened text messages*

My breath hitches as I tap my inbox n open up the texts.

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Happy Beomgyu day 😭😭 this tiny mf is already 21 tf.....god loves playing