Yours Truly

38: I hate it, I hate it all

Namjoon kissed the top of Jisoo's head. Her tears leaving a small patch on his shirt. His strong arms held her closer. She needs it. He needs to keep her warm.
"It is going to be alright, darling. Everything would stop hurting. Soon. Like really soon."
"Stop saying these things Kim Namjoon! Stop pitying me! I fucking hate what's going on! You-you will leave me! You will leave me just like everyone does. You'll hurt me. You'll change. I'll be alone with this pain. I..."
"I will never leave you Kim Jisoo. I'll never hurt in my senses. And if I do, then maybe I have lost it. And if I do, I'll beg you for forgiveness. I'll do whatever it takes to atone for my sins. I love you to the ends of the world, Jisoo-ya. I won't leave. I'll stay forever."
Jisoo couldn't see a speck of lie in his dragon eyes. She tried to blink her tears away. Doubting her eyes were lying to her. She thought she saw love in Namjoon's eyes. She can't be loved, can she?
Proving all the false accusations against him wrong , even without knowing what was going on inside her heart. His lips matched on her forehead. Comforting her. Telling her, he actually loved her.
He rubbed and patted Jisoo's arms to calm her down. Yet he was gentle. He didn't know where her wounds were. He didn't wanna hurt her. She has had enough.
"Chu, let me dress your wounds for you."
He cupped Jisoo's perfect face in his huge palms. His heart was at war. How could they? How could they even hit such an innocent soul? He wanted to gift wrap her an keep her safe. He wanted to hide her like the rose pressed against two pages. He wanted to sculpt her out of marble and keep her in a museum, where no one would ever do anything but admire her. He just wanted to keep her safe.
Hesitantly, Jisoo removed the oversized hoodie. She knew she can trust this guy in front of her. He flinched, as his eyes met the red marks on her pale, supple skin. Fresh wounds, most probably left by leather. His jaws clenched on their own. He felt his gaze harden. Yet with soft hands, he picked up the tweezers. Carefully, dipping the cotton ball into antiseptic, he whispered,
"It's going to sting a bit. Okay? Just breathe in... And out...In..."
"Ow!"
Jisoo flinched, as if this was the most painful thing she had experienced in a while. Maybe cause her heart had hope. A slight hope that if she feels the slightest bit of pain, the male in front of her would tear his heart open and keep her safe inside it. The male in front of her would break the whole world just to make sure not a splinter touches her. Is this feeling of safety, dependency, comfort called love?

Jennie felt as if she had lost everything. She felt helpless. Completely helpless. She just wanted to run into his arms so bad. But Min Yoongi was nowhere near her. Instead, she was being set up with another guy.
Tall frame, plump lips, tan honey skin, adorable smile. If Jennie didn't already lose her heart to Yoongi, she may have had reconsidered her decision about this "Arranged marriage" situation.
The rich heir, Kim Jongin. He sat there, slowly stirring the tea, as quietly as possible. Back straight, not looking at Jennie for more than a few seconds, but confidently glancing every now and then. He scoffed. Jennie Kim, was cute.
"So you aren't on board with this situation, Ms. Jennie?"
Jennie rolled her eyes. She hated it here. Everything was getting on her nerves. Even her favourite chanel dress and purse and perfume. She detested her favourite blend of coffee and her favourite sandwich. She spat,
"I don't know what you have in your mind, but I am no 'business deal'. I oppose to any of the bullshit that you guys are all forcing upon me and..."
"Min Yoongi. 93 Liner. Shooting Guard, basketball team of your school. Both your families have a tiff between them. Ain't I right?"
"So apart from being a spoiled brat you are a stalker as well? Amazing."
"You should have been a bit more careful, Jennie. Almost the whole town knows. You and Min Yoongi are the gossip. Ever heard of someone named... Um... You know... Um... That... Gosh! What was her name again! Um..."
Jongin paused, scratching his brow with his index. Face scrunched up. Just by a glance, Jennie knew he either had a weak memory, was being sarcastic or he just met a lot of people. Jennie rolled her eyes. Was he that annoying? Or was it all just a reaction to his title, "The dream suitor for Jennie Kim"?
Jennie swore she saw the light bulb. Jongin's eyes lit up as a smile spread throughout his beautiful face. His voice sounded confident and proud,
"Han Seo-Hee. Yeah. She has been spreading it all. Her mom is a nail technician. She usually gives off the latest gossip to the rich housewives during their mani-pedi sessions. Which the housewives serve warmed up with spices the next kitty party."
Jennie felt her nervous system shutting down little by little. She felt her chest grow heavier. She didn't wanna embarrass herself infront of him. She needs to leave before her panic attacks start.
Jongin saw her get up on her feet, hand tightly clasping the chanel purse. He smiled,
"Stay a bit longer, Jennie-ssi. You didn't even have your sandwich yet."
"Stop this whole act. I'm not interested in you."
"Jennie-ssi, whether or not you are interested in me or not. It doesn't matter. All that matters to our parents are what would be beneficial for them. Our marriage could bring them so much influence. So much so that the Mins could be overthrown."
Jennie glared at the guy in front of her. He was awful. How could he have the same mindset as her parents? What was she? Just a deal?
"You are too filthy to even waste a second with..."
"You will never be happy with Min Yoongi. The whole world would be against both of you."
"I DON'T CARE! IF HE'S WITH ME I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE WORLD! GOT THAT?"
Jennie almost walked out. But something stopped inside her. With a smirk and a sharp movement she turned back. Jongin was still staring at her. Her voice cold,
"And, I am not like you Jongin-ssi. I won't let go of Min Yoongi, just like how you let go off Jung Soo-jung. Just because your parents were against it, you both decided to end it? Tsk. Are you even capable of calling yourself a human? Don't worry, Kim Jongin-ssi, I know how to hold on to things that are mine. Annyeong."