" It was you,wasn't it? My pretty girl." His voice was firm. Sinister glint in his eyes as he sat on the couch in my dimly lit living room, all in his elegance and glory.
He broke into my apartment.
I knew it was dangerous getting involved with hi...
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I kept my face straight, avoiding making contact with any of the curious gazes of other students in journalism class. It's been nearly a week since Jungkook barged in my apartment.
A video didn't get out about Jungkook's incident in the middle of the class on my birthday but sure everyone has gotten their bite out of the gossip. Maybe it will take few more days for it to be talk of the past.
I can't wait to be done with classes for the day.
Professor entered the class as usual meanwhile Ah-young pinged me with another message. She has been messaging me since few days but I was too shaken up with everything.
I have been blatantly avoiding her.
I haven't come up with a reasoning for my worked up self frantically running out of the warehouse that night, frightened to core.
My hand went to the heart necklace locked around my neck. I have tucked it under my shirt, hidden from any prying eyes. It's heavy on my chest, foreign to any part of my body. It was light as a feather but the emotional burden behind why and how it was there was killing me.
I did think about removing it and throwing it away but his voice stilled a chill down my spine everytime.
As far the main orchestrator of all my problems, Jungkook has been ignoring me whenever I by one in a million chance encountered him on the campus. I am freaking thankful for that, maybe he got bored from whatever sick games he was playing but the anger ran hot in my veins on sight of him.
The days kept ending with him going on with his life like he did nothing wrong to me whereas I was still making sense of what happened. He'd stolen something from me when I hadn't wanted to give it, intimate moments everyone wants with the person they adore.
I wanted it back.
I wanted the night at warehouse to have never happened.
The latest model phone again vibrated with another message from Ah-young.
