My Boy [under editing]

Ch 17

THAT SMILE

❝You know I'm no criminal but I could take your heart and go.❞ 
—dpr live, jasmine. 

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jungkook

she was beautiful, everyone agreed. she got that smile that I could never forget and I used to fall for it—her smile that seemed innocent. my ears were covered with stupid love when everyone talked badly about her.

I was blinded—that one thing that people called 'love' got me weak for her. I was in love with her, at least, I thought I was in love with her. and I thought that she had the same feeling too. of course, I was fooled.

I remembered walking down the hallway, and she was there. she was standing in the middle of her group of friends, laughing about something that I would never know. and then our eyes met; it wasn't just a glimpse, we were staring at each other for a few seconds.

and on that right time, her lips curled into a smile that took my breath away.

I opened my eyes and hugged the girl that accepted my broken heart, it has been more than a month. gently I stroked her hair as I watched her sleep soundlessly. she looked so peaceful that it eased my heart—she looked like an angel.

gently, I caressed her hair and kissed the top of her head—keeping her in my arms makes me want to protect her. but then suddenly, my own history made me wonder; why did I left to America? just because of what happened? why was I so hurt?

why did I get hurt so easily?

at the moment I knew that she was cheating on me with a different guy, I remembered blinking my eyes as I clenched my jaws. I remembered looking her in the eyes while waiting for an answer my question.

"I'm sorry," she said with tears running down her eyes, "I waited for you! I wanted you to touch me!" she held my hands and pulled me closer so we hugged. "I was frustrated—" I remembered feeling disgusted with her body close to me; her lips that were against my neck as if she was trying to tempt me. her slender fingers that slithered down to my pants.

"let's just end it." before she could continue, I stopped her hands from moving, "I told you before that we're too young, that I don't want to have a sex in this age. I don't want to take your virginity, I just want to love you."

she backed away and ran her fingers through her hair, "are you kidding me? I'm your girlfriend." exactly, I asked the same question every time I remembered her; she was my girlfriend. why was she my girlfriend at that time. "do you expect to feel your love without a kiss, without a sex?" 

that sixteen year old boy was just staring at her. he fall in love with her innocent mask that could fool everyone. "I'm sorry," he looked intently in her eyes that slowly became wicked in his heart. "we're only teenagers, I don't want to ruin your life by getting you pregnant. I'm not thirsty for your body, I'm just teen with a young love." 

that boy turned around, breathed out and left without a goodbye. 

I looked at the angel beside me; her messy hair made me smile. she made me want to lean closer and kiss her. she made me want to kiss every inch of her. she made me want to hold her tight and tell her that I love her.

her little giggle made me want to kiss her even more. "why are you being so touchy today?" she giggled every time my lips were against her skin. "are you okay?" she asked me once I stopped to stare at her beautiful eyes. "why?" she looked at me with such sympathy and love that I got lost in them.