HELL IN HEAVEN | J.JK FF ✔

11. Sort Out

🌚⚠ (if ykyk)

K I A R A

Coming back home never seemed to be this hesitating. The freaking tension is so so strong that it's almost impossible to avoid, I really wanna jump off a cliff. I would rather go wash all the tubes and equipments of the laboratories of my university rather than sit here and have a conversation with the fcker.

Let's try doing that.
Jimin mind-texted me.

This punk.

So, currently, I'm stuck in such an awkward situation. V apparently wanted me and Jungkook to sort out our misunderstood shits through talking it out with each other in front of him, although he knows not a single thing about it, not like he cares.

Me and Jimin are seated together in one couch and them across us. And it's been a few minutes since we sat,yet no one dares to speak anything.

“You wanted to talk.”
I initiated the conversation. Let's get this done fast as soon as possible.

“Yeah.... I'm sorry. I lost my mind and failed to control myself. I know the way I reacted was too wrong to be forgiven. Plea—”

V, all of a sudden, stood up and stretched himself while announcing,
“Enough, he apologized. Matter sorted out. Live happily.”
He walks away.

We glanced at him with horrifying bombastic side-eyes.
What's wrong with him?
What's wrong with him?
Bro, it's not it.

It's not worth it.

“He's kind of right though. Ggukie apologized, matter is kind of sorted out. Have a great day I'm goinggg.”
And he goes away jumping all the way to his favourite place, garden.

Why does he likes to trouble me so much? Just why? Because of him, it leaves me and Jungkook all alone in this huge-ass hall. Shit.

Why should even I stay here when the matter is sorted? Let's get out respectfully.

I turned around and took a step when an arm tremendously wrapped around my waist and lifted me up to bring me close to him. He wrapped his another arm around me as I was awkwardly standing with my back against his buffy meaty chest.

No, this is not worth it.

I tried to free myself from his grip but his hold was too strong. He didn't want to let go. He put his head on top of mine and sat which led to me ending up on his thick thighs.

This is not worth it.

He softly murmured sorry repeatedly against my shoulder, which got me unknown feels. He kissed my shoulder and let go, just to make me turn around to face him.

I look everywhere but him, for he faintly chuckled and grabbed my face. He's getting too comfortable.