"I hate this" she whispers,
"I hate this feeling" she whispers again,
"I hate how he makes me feel," she says,
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What could happen if the prince met a beautiful and poor young woman? Would their meeting be a...
I wake up. I did not want to but I had to. I looked around the room, I was in. It's my room.
Of course, it is.
Where there is pain, there is Jimin. Of course. I touch my face to feel dry tears, I must've cried so much that I even forgot to turn on the lamp before sleeping. Sleeping.. I slept yesterday.. When? I bite my lower lip as my tongue hovers over it and feel the brininess of my tears on it. I slowly got up as the room was already bright by the light coming from the window. The curtains. Light pink and golden shiny curtains. The light escapes through it, and just like that, money is wasted on something that cannot help block the light.
I hate it. I hate these curtains. I hate this room. I hate the man next room. I hate everything. Especially Jungkook...
I walk towards the restroom to wash away all the pain from my body, it won't wash it all away but it makes me feel better. I undress myself and throw the clothes on the bucket sitting next to the shower. I will wash it later. I feel too weak to do anything, at the moment. My hair was left open as I opened the glass doors of the shower and stepped in, turning the shower on. I close my eyes and let the cold water glide down over my whole body. I missed this. I missed releasing my body from all the stress and pain. I turn it off and grab a hold of the soap which was shielded by a tiny glass cover for the water to not touch it.
I liked the smell of it. Of course, I would. The Prince chose it. And I always love everything chosen by him. Not now. Not anymore. I despise him. If he would be hanging over a cliff and I would be there, I would watch him die, right in front of my eyes. He never tried to understand my pain and I should understand him? No way. **********************************************
After I was done showering, I went to the tiny closet room to choose a dress for myself. My eyes scanned through each one of the dresses but one of them always caught my eyes. I always had the urge to wear it but it was too revealing. I ignored the dress, took one out of the hanger, and slipped it on my body
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I look at myself in the mirror and smile "It's pretty." I say to myself as my hands run over the fiber but my smile disappears when my eyes meet itself on the mirror. I was a mess. It has been a week.. A week without Jungkook. Yes, I did keep all his records but he hadn't spoken with me since that incident. All night, I cried myself to sleep. It hurt me, so much. I tried hating him, I also tried ignoring him. But it wasn't easy. The second night after that incident made me realize I had feelings for him.
I bit my lower lip and traced my hands down my cheeks "Why do I love you...? I don't want you.. But you make me want you. This is unjust." I close my eyes and open them again. I look at myself one last time before I exit my room.
I am not allowed to enter his room. I was once the first person to enter his room, I was once that person whom Jungkook felt comfortable with. But now? There's nothing like comfort between us. My jaw tightened and was about to knock on his door before it swung open. I was about to wish him a 'Good Morning' but my eyes scanned down his body.
Oh my God
Black. I remember, Jungkook telling me he loved the color black along with red. He was dressed in all black and gray, in front of me, right now. I open my mouth to say something but no words leave my mouth as I bite my lower lip, hard.
His outfit:
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My eyes slowly scan from his collarbone to his chest, where the buttons of the shirt are fighting for their dear life. My eyes go lower down but I stop and look away. I was definitely blushing as I felt my face burning. I quickly looked away and decided to ask
"Are you heading somewhere?" I don't glance at him as I continue looking down at my dress. He sighs. The first thing that left his mouth after our fight. I must be dreaming- But I am not.. "Does it matter?" he replies. Replies. I swallow the nervousness in my throat and I slowly look up to meet his eyes which were already looking deep into my soul. "What do you mean?" I take in a sharp breath and look away "Of course it does. I need to report every single-"
"But you don't." He cuts me off, saying. My eyes widen but then they relax and I turn to face him again "I do." That sounded like a lie.. Maybe, because it was. He shakes his head, his hands slip into his pant pockets. "My medicines." I bit my lower lip in defeat as I still kept my gaze on his, even though I felt like I was dying inside. I opened my mouth to reply but he cut me off "Why are you doing this, Jimin?" My breath hitched.
"Please be specific, prince." Jungkook rolled his eyes and came a step closer to me. Another step closer, and I might pass out because of how good-looking he was. Is. "Do you want me to engage a bitch whom I don't even know?" I gasped and looked around to see if anyone heard it "Please don't use such language, prince. It might ruin your reputation-" Jungkook's large hands wrap around my two arms, caging them inside his palms as he brought me closer to him making our chest touch "I don't fucking give a damn about my reputation." my breathing gets heavier
"Jimin, you were the person I trusted the most right after we met. Why are you doing this? I do not want this, not from you, at least." I tried swallowing the nervousness in my throat but I could barely breathe or move right now. He was so dangerously close, that I think I might faint. I broke the eye contact and looked down at our chests which were touching. I couldn't look at him. Not now. His face comes closer making me scream inside "Prince.." I managed to whisper but my voice cracked, oh God..
"It's for your own good-" "No, it's not. And I know you wouldn't want that either." I can't anymore.. I think I might pull him closer and close the space between us if he continues talking in that dark deep tone of his. He was so close, I was so close, we were so close, and that is driving me crazy but I hold myself back from doing anything stupid. "Answer me, Jimin. You don't want me to marry another woman, am I correct?" I wanted to say 'No. You're mistaken. I do want you to marry another woman,' but I don't
"Y-yes.. you're correct." His grip on my arms loosened and the tension around us changed. I noticed the emotion in his eyes change as my own words hit me on the face so hard that I felt my legs go numb. We continued staring at each other as I tried to figure out the emotions in his eyes and I saw nothing but softness. As much as I wanted to hate it, I couldn't. I came back to my senses and quickly looked away as I tried backing away but his grip on my arms tightened once again.
"Prince-" He pressed his index on my lips to refrain me from saying anything further "Stop calling me that. I hate it." He whispers so that it is audible to just us. I bite my lower lip as he brings me closer making me lose my mind "J-Jungkook.." My stutter made him smile, oh God.. He is definitely trying to get me on my knees "Jimin.." He whispers, coming closer to my face and making my breath hitch. He was about to close the space between us when we heard a thud behind us making us quickly move away from each other.
