Shades Of Lust

Chapter 6 | One Step Forward

Jungkook

There was a torment going inside my body. Wreaking havoc over my control as I quickly retreated myself from the stage, gripping my guitar tightly, until my knuckles went white. The loud music once again came to life, buzzing my mind with fury I could no longer understand.

"Dude, wait for me" I heard the familiar voice and I turned around. "I'm going home, I have classes to attend tomorrow" I half lied, because there was no reason for me to attend any classes when the semester was just months away, all I had to do was finish those piles of assignments. People had always said to me I was not taking my major seriously, well because I was not.

The last thing someone could do is to point out the obvious things.

A frown appeared on his face, followed by a hint of disappointment "I was thinking maybe we could have dinner together but it's okay if you are busy, I understand". Maybe I shouldn't have said it the way I did, I sounded rude. I sighed "Okay let's go" I announced.

"Really?" the suspicion swirled in his eyes as he looked at me. I huffed, before nodding my head as 'yes'. "I'd probably have to eat toast again for dinner so it's better I eat something tasty with you" . As much as I wanted to leave, I also hated the idea of eating the burnt toast and there's an eighty percent chance my roommates would not be there, so it was better.

"Let's go then" his child-like smile put a smile on my lips as he tugged on my hand before dragging me towards the exit. "What should we eat?" he asked excitedly, making a thinking face as "It's sunday so what about chicken, I'd love to have some beer or soju but I'm still underage so I can't drink. Let's eat something spicy".

I couldn't help but laugh at his blabbering. Taesung was too precious to be sad, the kid I'd met years ago was still a kid in my eyes who'd only shown his true self to me.

He reminded me of myself. The innocent self of mine who was not strong enough for this world.

The bitter taste of my past lingers on my tongue as we exited the club. Another five days before I come here again, another five days of self loathing and another five days of wait.

I'd never liked this club. Apart from performing, I hated this place.

As the cold air hit my face I pulled out my keys, trying to find my bike along all the vehicles. It was not difficult to spot my Harley since it stood out the most under the moonlight.

"Wait wait, I need to use the washroom. Coming in five minutes" He rushed towards the club again, since we always used the back side for leaving. There was no crowd and not too many people visited this crappy club, mostly college students like me just to let out their frustration with cheap alcohol, had only I knew how to do it. To let things go like it never mattered or it never hurt me but I knew myself I could never forget or let go.

I dragged my legs towards my Harley, oh how much I love her. There aren't many things that make me happy but singing and my Harley was one of them.

I let my mind think about the face which was very much responsible for the torment. Do people really feel some sort of attachment towards someone whom we have only known for a day or less but I didn't even know her name in the first place? It was just the attraction between us and as much as I wanted to deny it was sexual. Of course it had to be sexual, people do not fall in love that easily. If it was that easy then the world would have been a better place.