𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

Sveltering

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Warning ⚠️

This is a chapter with full of intense and mixed emotions. Be ready.

Happy reading!

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Chaeyoung fidgeted in the passenger seat, playing with her seat belt and watching the scene outside the window as Jungkook drove skillfully down the clear evening roads towards her father's house.

She couldn't exactly pin point what she was feeling. It was somewhere between rage and hurt and betrayal and numbness and more rage. She had been swinging between those emotions since she had woken up this morning, pushing herself out of the bed before Jungkook had even had a chance of waking up, and ensconcing herself in her office for the entire day, not wanting to see or talk to anybody.

A part of her was not ready for this conversation, would never be ready for this conversation. But she had to have it. She knew. And that was the only reason she had come out of her office in the evening, heading straight to Jungkook's study. She had knocked and entered and he had looked up evenly, his gaze asking no questions of where and why she had been MIA. She didn't know what she would have done had he asked. Close to the edge as she was, she had not needed that and thankfully he had understood, just like he always did.

She had told him she was ready to see her father, ready to have that release she knew that discussion would bring her, and he had left whatever work he had been doing, dressed casually as he was in a button down shirt and jeans, grabbed his cell phone, car keys, and her hand, pulling her with him. He had shaken his head at Nam, making it clear to everyone that they were going out alone and gotten in the Porsche, letting her settle before driving out of the driveway.

They had been on road for almost ten minutes now, silent, not exchanging a word as she got lost in her own head, feeling the wind on her face and the dusk settle in the sky.

Turning in her seat, she glanced at him, seeing the confident way he handled the stick, and for some reason, it seemed very sexual. Well, him breathing was sexual for her. She was biased that way.

He glanced at her once, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly at her stare and she flushed, her cheeks heating.

"Chaeyoung?"

His voice broke through her embarrassment, and she replied. "Yup?"

He stole another glance at her before shaking his head. "Nothing."

She frowned, opening her mouth to ask him what he had been about to say just as he pulled in the driveway of her parent's house and all the light thoughts fled her mind. Swallowing, she waited for him to park and got out before he could come around and open the door for her, watching her old housekeeper come at the door with a smile, calling for her mother.

Chaeyoung forced a smile on her face, feeling Jungkook's arm slip behind her waist, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She took a deep breath. He was with her. He was there with her and she could do this. Nodding to herself, she entered the foyer, step in step beside him as her mother came down the stairs, smiling wide.

"Oh, honey! What a lovely surprise!"

She hugged her tightly and Chaeyoung's arms tightened around her, her heart clenching. Her beautiful, strong, innocent mother, who had always been ready with a sweet word or the best of hugs for her, had no idea what her husband had done to her child. And she couldn't tell her. Not yet. And suddenly Chaeyoung knew how hard it must have been for Jungkook to keep this from her. He must have felt the way she felt looking at her clueless mother, only a hundred times worse.