Dragonflies

Opening Up - Part Five

~♡ SHAE ♡~

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" Jungkook speaks softly into the top of my hair.

I shake my head with a tiny sniffle burrowing my face into his shirt. "No."

His arm pulls me closer. "Okay. I'm here whenever you're ready to talk. If you just need to vent, you know I'll be quiet and listen to that too."

I nod without a verbal reply. We continue to sit in silence.

Occasionally, Jungkook will change the channel on the television with his free hand, but he doesn't move much more than that. He keeps comforting me with one arm resting around my shoulders and his fingers twirling the ends of my curls.

His phone vibrates across the coffee table a few times. He ignores it. Thirty minutes later it buzzes again back to back to back. He uses his toes to silence it.

"Do you need to answer that?" I croak. I start to move away from the safety of his side, but he stops me by pulling me back.

"No," he answers sharply.

His phone buzzes again and again he utilizes his toes. Feeling like I am the reason he won't move from his spot, I move from mine.

"I need to pee," I say as I break away from his embrace and head to the restroom. It's not totally a lie though.

When I return, Jungkook is in the kitchen by the refrigerator and his phone is once again buzzing across the coffee table.

"You might need to answer that," I say pointing in the direction of his phone. "It seems important."

"It's not," he replies. He takes a sip of his soda while staring out into space.

"How do you know if you don't answer it?"

"Don't need to."

His phone rings again. I watch as it dances closer to the edge of the table until it falls onto the carpet. When I look back at Jungkook, his sight is on the soda in his hand.

I ask the most obvious question. "It's Miss Friday, isn't it?"

He glances at me then diverts his attention to finish his drink. Once the container is empty, he turns to put the can in the trash.

"I'm hungry," Jungkook announces completely ignoring the question. "Let's order some dinner."

"Jungkook?"

He doesn't face me. "Hm?"

"Why won't you answer the phone? She could have something important to say."

He shrugs me off. "Well, she doesn't and even if she did I don't care to hear it."

"You said she was nice."

"She is."

I cross my arms defensively feeling this situation hit far too close to home. "Then what's the reason you won't answer the phone?"

"Don't feel like talking. What sounds good to eat?" He shuffles some takeout menus in one of the kitchen drawers.

"But she's a nice girl. You should talk to her."

He abruptly shuts the drawer. "I don't want to talk to her, Shae." Jungkook's stern voice tells me I'm getting closer to the truth.

"But she's nice, Jungkook!"

"Yeah she's nice, but she's not-"

And he stops dead in the middle of his sentence. I can make out the clench of his jawline as he realizes he is about to tell me what happened between the two of them Friday night.