"What I'm trying to say is, I can keep a secret, for as long as I like. I can take secrets to my grave." her tone lowers, their eye contact doesn't ease, "But I need you to promise me you'll do that too. Because if you do, we'll be okay. We'll be sa...
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What happened almost ruined ice creams for her. Almost convinced her she'll never have an ice cream ever again. Or at least in peace. Made her think she wouldn't able to leave the house ever again.
Perhaps acted a bit too dramatic but she has her reasons. Valid reasons.
When Jungkook and her arrived home, she stormed inside, left Jungkook in the car with the two melted ice creams in his hands, realized it only later in the evening and even went to check if he was still there.
He wasn't.
And neither was the melted ice cream mess.
She wanted to rip her hair from its roots, the embarrassment eating her up inside greatly. Anger was a bitch too, squeezed her body as she reminisced what happened over and over again in her bed, in the middle of the night. Just to mess with her head, just to lose her own mind. Or actually, to be more certain, she wasn't in her bed. She was all over the place as she paced back and forth in her bedroom, told herself to get it together.
She swore to herself to never leave the house ever again. She swore to herself to never appear so damn fragile ever again. Threw a pillow at a wall and yelled at it for being weak and pathetic. Imagined she was that pillow.
Come the next morning, she was up at nine. Ate breakfast, had a quick walk around the house, gave herself time to think.
And soon she was downstairs again, telling Jungkook:
"I wanna go again."
The next day?
They go again.
And the next?
Again.
The next?
Again.
It's not just for ice cream. They go for walks around the city, make sure to pick the quieter streets. Jungkook walks behind her again and she's bothered by it, comments on it, but it doesn't stop them from talking. It's a some sort of therapy method she came up herself, thought it'll help her get used to it all again.
Wants to be ready for the upcoming event.
And miraculously, it works.
Gradually and slowly, she starts to enjoy leaving her house. She starts to enjoy the city. She enjoys the company she's with.
She enjoys things she never thought she would.
Jungkook notices it, doesn't say anything about it thought. Let's everything happen on her terms.
