The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Nineteen

For an entire second they did not speak. Then, she staggered back with her hand clutching her face and her eyes on the verge of watering. Her body collided with the sink behind and she sucked her breath in to muffle the tears. Ants rode over her face, biting her cheek as the moisture washed over it.

The side purse resting on the sink behind her tumbled down to the floor with the contact of her arm, pinning the silence.

She deserved it. It was too apathetic to converge with Joo Hyun's decision, but sometimes it was okay to be punished even by the wrong person. She didn't have her mom with her to censure and neither was Chaewon around to cut her down to size.

"You're ridiculous." Lady Velvet's curtness swung over, leaving an itching ache at the bottom of her chest. "Well, we shouldn't have expected anything from you to begin with."

Jangmi sniffed, balancing herself with the support of marble rink. Her lower back had begun fighting back against this posture. She swallowed her urge to cry more and looked around the place, bending lower to pick the maroon shiny bag tossed to her feet, almost slipping because of the floor and managing to save herself.

"You could live in this washroom, come out or leave. I don't think anyone here is interested anymore." Lady Velvet let out a miffed sigh and spun around, leaving the washroom after slamming the door.

Jangmi rose up to her feet once she had the comfort of the empty space to herself.

She turned to the flushed face she had avoided looking at through the mirror for so long. Her right cheek was beginning to catch color, advertising the slap with surprising fierceness. Her hair looked dishevelled and the weeping had drained the dainty look out of her face.

Jangmi ran the tap and let her make up drown with the cool water, patting the cold water against her warm cheek as hot tears retreated slowly.

With trembling fingers, she reached for the makeup in her purse. She had carried just enough to save her the shame. To lighten her right cheek with a little more of the foundation. Needless to say, she had to cover up the drama with a little more of some blush but alas she hadn't carried that. To make up for it, she used some pecks from her lipstick and did fairly well to protect.

When she brushed her hair and smiled at the reflection, she was doing just fine. There was no problem. She knew it. She would do just fine.

Jangmi walked back to the meeting room, keeping her face still as a stone so as to give nothing away. A pair of russet eyes met hers right at the entrance, momentarily startling her.

She lifted her head, meeting eyes with Namjoon.

Great. There was no end to the fall once it began.

The almond faced man's lips sat in a puzzled line before she brushed past him. She turned to the expectant eyes of Hyunjoon and smiled.

"You've missed almost everything." He fretted, almost playfully.

"I'm sure you were just fine." Jangmi said, walking over to him and seating herself on the royal blue settee.

Her head turned to the sparks tingling to her right and a heaving animal chaired itself on her heart when Taehyung tossed her a forced smile.

"I had been waiting for you." Hyunjoon said, gently placing his hand on her knee and then taking it back just as quickly.

Things weren't as difficult as the premonition of it had seemed. Hyunjoon and Taehyung were very civil throughout, both ready to acknowledge and Taehyung only ready to subside matters as soon as possible. And of course she didn't have to say anything on her own. Most of it wasn't even worth the attention it was whiffing with. Jangmi stared at the floors, the ceilings, the artistic references hanging on the walls as they continued chattering over her clouded head.