As a teenager, Jimin and Jungkook were like polar opposites and were always fighting. Park had the best grades, was the teachers' favorite and the principal's ass kisser. Everyone knew that he would have a bright future. On the other hand, what no o...
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THE PROLOGUE >NOT< IS LINEAR WITH CHAPTER 1 AND THE OTHER CHAPTERS! It's like the kickoff to something that will happen at the climax of the story. The intention is to awaken the reader's curiosity.
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I wondered how everything had taken this turn.
I've always had an appreciation for commanding, and everyone respected that, but he didn't. That instigated me.
The way he analyzed me without saying anything and the ridiculous habit of teasing me without even making an effort, whether with words, actions or looks.
For years I hated him, but when my lights started to capture his small attitudes, like when he ran his tongue over his dry lips, the sly smile and the knowing look that fascinated me; I simply denied it by all the saints, but I couldn't resist.
Going beyond the carnal, I fell in love with his smile, wondering how someone could smile even though they had been through so much. And even so, Jungkook, you were always willing to smile at everyone around you.
After those three days, things changed and I no longer hated him. After our argument earlier in the elevator, nothing seemed to make sense anymore. I knew you were hiding something, Jungkook, but I had no idea the immensity of what it could be.
It took me out of comfort, not knowing what you were hiding so much. For this reason, everything I did bothered me.
"Why do you need to have rules for everything?" I yelled, pointing the finger at him. "Why are you like this?!"
"And why can't you just obey them without contesting once, Jimin?" he stood up, placing his hands on the table.
We were clearly not talking about work, but rather, once again, bringing our personal problems to the professional.
"Because they don't make sense, not to me" I clearly wasn't talking about rules, and Jungkook knew that.
"I'm the boss, in case you haven't noticed." he said rudely, then a small smile left his lips. "What? It makes you angry, doesn't it?" came out from behind the table. "Why don't you admit that you wanted to be here, in my place?" he walked towards me, while I took my steps back.
"Sincerely? Yes, I wanted to." I looked deep into the black lights and he raised one of his eyebrows "Do you know why, Jungkook? Because I'm better than you." he smiled as his jaw locked and his muscles tensed. "Now tell me, why don't you admit that you can't wait for me to bow my head to you. What you want is someone by your side who doesn't ask questions about your life and simply accepts everything you ask. But I'm not like that, you know better! I will never be." I trembled when his eyes closed, as if he was looking for inner peace, a minute of silence; I needed to calm things down.
When his hands grabbed my jaw, I remembered the touches, the numbing smell, the hoarse whispered words that were now worth swearing in the wind, spoken only in the heat of the moment.
"Do you realize how difficult all of this is for me?" he growled, looking at me clearly upset "I wish it weren't like that, I wish I wasn't what I am and could be with you" he secreted.
His fingers ran through his hair and his expression betrayed sadness. "In other circumstances, right now I would throw you on that table, knowing for sure that you would beg us not to leave there again." His fingers slid from my jaw to my lips, and his thumb was tucked between my lips. "Ah, Jimin..." he sighed "I can't, I can't." walked away.
I couldn't understand how things in Jungkook's mind worked. I noticed his eyes on me, I noticed when he paid too much attention when I spoke. But you see, when you are a little, very little, paranoid, you think that it is not you that they are looking at, that they would never look at you in a greedy, desirable way.
Was he just making out with me this whole time?
"What wouldn't I understand?" I looked into his eyes and asked. "Tell me" I was tired of secrets, I wanted answers. "Jungkook, there is no relationship without conversation, trust and confidence. Why don't you talk to me?!"
"You know that my personal life is an obstacle between us." he moistened his lips "Not to mention that I'm no good for you, Jimin." I frowned "Like I said, you would never understand." He closed his eyes and opened them again, passing his wet thumb over my mouth, looking there avidly. There was something more, something that Jungkook seemed willing to hide, but I would discover it.
When you realize that someone is trying to deceive you, don't run away screaming or running, simply smile as if you believe and let yourself be carried away to see how far it will go, because at one time or another, believe me, dear reader, you will find out.
No truth stays hidden for long.
"Show me." I whispered the request, kissing his thumb calmly.
"What are you talking about?" he looked at me in astonishment.
"It's not you who decides whether or not you're good for me, Jeon. So just show me." I said a little louder, in front of his attentive gaze. "Now."
