Mayela stormed into the private lounge where Jungkook laid sprawled onto the sofa. As usual, the red skirt girl was sitting in his lap and her hands were around his neck and her lips on his.
His security guard failed to stop her as she dodged him one more time. Mayela went ahead, took a deep breath and using all her might she pushed the girl aside and landed a punched right across at Jungkook's jaw.
Jungkook chuckled at this sudden change of events. He poked his inner cheek and waved his hand in order to prevent his security guard from getting at her. Meanwhile, he could not stop confessing to himself that her tiny punch had landed rather strongly at his jaw line.
He bit on his lower lip, reached out and pulled her into his now unoccupied lap. Mayela struggled to let herself free but he held both her hands in his, careful enough to not hurt her yet.
Jungkook stared at her face while his signature mocking smile played on his lips. On the other hand, Mayela was fuming with anger, her face had gone red, a fire lit her eyes. He felt her deep breaths on his face and the way her petite body shivered.
'What was that for, sweetheart?' He grimaced and enjoyed the state she was in, as everything about her seemed too sexy to him at present.
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'Leave me Jungkook! I swear I will punch your fucking face again!' She struggled to free herself but he held her tightly.
'I am waiting for your answer!' He brought his face near hers and asked in the raspy voice that she absolutely hated.
'You free my hands and I will let you know why!' She struggled again.
'Babe..?' The girl in the red skirt girl spoke from somewhere in the room.
'See you in a while, baby!' Jungkook winked at her and she took a long glance at both of them before she left the room.
Jungkook loosened his grip on her arms and as he did so she reached out again, but this time he stopped her tiny fist using his broad hand well in time.
She dug her long nails in his palm and smiled as she saw a slight trace of pain on his face.
'You moron! What did you tell Jimin?'
'That you and I had a wild night.' Jungkook calmly said and Mayela dug her nails further.
'Ouch!' He finally let go of her hand and stood up abruptly, the result of which was that she fell to the ground.
'Why did you say that to him?' She rubbed her back as she sweared under her breath, then got up and sat on the couch.
'Why did he ask me in the first place? Shouldn't that be the question you must be asking him and not me?' He took a look at his palm where he noticed certain dots of red.
'What do you mean?' She asked, while her eyes were fixed on the table and she contemplated throwing the ash tray at him.
'What I mean is that why should he be inquiring about you and me from everyone?' He turned and looked straight into her eyes. The mocking smile played on his lips and Mayela threw the ash tray at him which he conveniently dodged.
Mayela wanted to get back at him using words again, but something struck her. 'He's right, Jimin didn't believe me for once. Why didn't he believe me?'
Tears flooded her eyes, tears that she didn't want Jungkook to see and she looked face down.
Jungkook felt a bit uneasy as he saw drops of tears fall down her eyes into her lap.
Before he would let this moment take over him, he drew himself straight once again, 'I think you need to leave now as you're disturbing the schedule of my well planned night! You know where the door is!'
Jungkook winked at her as she looked up. He gave a little laugh and ran up the flight of stairs. He vanished to where the red skirt girl had gone a few minutes ago.
Mayela sunk into the sofa, she felt no desire of going back to her apartment. She wound her arms around her knees and thought of Jimin.
She took out her phone and called his number. She knew he wouldn't respond and he did not.
His accusations, him approaching Jungkook to seek answers to his questions and the fact that he had believed everyone but her, came to hurt her again, in newer form.
'He believed the pictures, he believed his other friends, he basically believed everyone but me.'
It had become to her that just how nonchalant Jungkook was about the whole situation and didn't give nay real fucks to it.
The fact that she had fallen prey to Jungkook-Jimin Equation came to haunt her again.
Despite her constant denial, it started to dawn upon her that how everything was just turning into a fiasco, for the others to enjoy, yet again.
But, she still wanted to try, she still didn't want to give up. Even if it meant being face to face with Jeon Jungkook.
Everyone knew that every night Jungkook was to be found at this club. She had also been to this club too on several occasions, but it was always with Jimin.
Why don't you trust me, Jimin-ah? She typed the text and hit send. It was not received at the other end and she learnt that he has in fact blocked her.
The world seemed cold and hostile to her.
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