Under Your Skin || Jungkook

24

Minutes seem longer after Leslie showed up, it almost seems like time decided to work at a slower pace just to make me feel worse while waiting for Jungkook to come back. And the fact that I seem unable to know how to get him to talk about it is no help.

"The bitch of your ex-girlfriend showed up and tried to make me feel like shit" sounds too aggressive for my liking, even if it's the truth. And I'm also unsure whether mentioning it will be a good idea. Not because I don't want to talk it out, but what if he says he's thinking about going back to her? I don't even need him to be vocal about that, because just the way he reacts when he hears she was here will be enough to tell where he's mind is at.

I also think about the possibility of leaving, picking up my things and going back home. But I'm sure it'll end up with me avoiding to confront all of this when he reaches out to me.

I've been so deep in my thoughts, I'm not aware of how long I've been deeply concentrated in my own thoughts. I don't know how much time I've been thinking of ways to bring up the topic until I hear the door opening behind me.

—You're here —he sings, the joy in his voice is enough to know he's probably smiling right now.

I slightly turn my head to the door, seeing how that smile makes his whole face light up while he's taking off his leather jacket.

—You thought I'd leave?

—Nah —he scrunches his nose while shaking his head, making some of his locks move in sync—. But I'm happy to see you're here anyway.

I try my best to hold back the smile. Don't. It's not the moment now. But his tone combined with that playful smile makes it impossible for me to avoid it.

—I sent you a pic of the tattoo —he mentions, lying on the spot next to me—. You didn't see it?

—No, I haven't been on the phone today.

And that's solely because I didn't want to feel tempted to send him a text, or call him when he was in the middle of a session.

—That sounds like you've been busy —he rests his feet on the coffee table, next to mine—. What did you do?

—Not much —I shrug—. I looked around the house, but found nothing interesting —I pucker my lips, making him chuckle—; I watched a movie, too.

—What else? —he hits my side playfully.

"I met Leslie" "I kicked your ex-girlfriend out" "I was waiting for you to come back" Neither are a lie, but they don't sound good. But I know I won't be able to enjoy being around him if her name keeps popping in my head, with no answers.

—Leslie only wanted to apologize the other day?

I avoid his question, and jump directly to what I need him to answer. He looks confused by the sudden change of vibe and topic, but doesn't seem too surprised that I'm asking him right now.

—That's what's kept you busy all morning?

I don't reply back, I only look at him waiting for his answer. I know that if I snap back now, the conversation will be totally switched to a different topic and we will go in circles until he finally answers the question I asked.

—I thought that's what she wanted —he sighs—. That's what she said. But she kept saying how dumb she was, and how much she missed what we had —he grimaces—. I didn't need her to tell me directly she wanted to come back. And I didn't like the direction the conversation was taking, so I left and texted you to meet up —he scratches his nape—. She's also been calling me almost every day, and has sent me texts trying to hang out.