The Blossom Of Love ♡

Chapter~22

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When I'm with you
There is no one else
I get heaven to myself

♪The Astronaut~

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AUTHOR POV:

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In a swanky bar adorned with contemporary art and bathed in a soft, dim glow, a solitary figure commands attention. Dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, he occupies a plush seat at the bar. The ambient hum of subdued conversations and the melodic notes from a piano provide a backdrop to the luxurious scene.

The guy's fingers delicately trace the rim of a glass filled with rich, amber liquid, his eyes fixed on the lights while his mind is occupied with something.

The atmosphere is thick with elegance, the air punctuated by the occasional clink of crystal glasses and the murmur of high-class patrons engaged in their own conversations.

As the musculain figure takes thoughtful sips, the nuanced play of shadows highlights the intricate details of his sharp features. The room seems to orbit around him, yet he remains absorbed in his own contemplative space and it's none other than,

The Jeon Jungkook!

Jungkook's grip tightened around the glass, the cold surface offering little comfort as the haunting words of the specific man he met a few hours before echoed in his mind.

"Just thought you should know. you couldn't give her what she wanted. Clearly, someone else could."

He took a harsh swig of his drink, the burning liquid doing little to numb the ache that radiated through his chest with a heavy sigh, Jungkook slammed the glass onto the bar, the loud clink echoing his frustration. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, as if trying to physically shake off the emotional weight that threatened to suffocate him but soon another phrase resounded in his head like a relentless drumbeat,

"Men should treat women with respect; if not, they aren't worthy of their affection and loyalty."

The fury that welled up inside him was palpable, and in a fit of rage, he brought his fist down on the glass he had been drinking, jungkook's anger intensified.

"That fucking nosy girl," he scream in his mind and blaming her intrusive curiosity for reopening wounds he had tried so hard to heal, Without a second thought, he clenched his hand into a fist, smashing the wine glass he had been holding, The glass shattered, and blood immediately began to flow from the cuts on his hand.

As the crimson droplets mingled with the broken glass, Ignoring the searing pain in his hand, Jungkook grabbed his wallet and slammed a wad of bills onto the counter, more than enough to cover the drink and compensate for the shattered glass.

The bartender, wide-eyed and silent, watched as Jungkook's fading figure disappeared into the shadows, The sacred silence in the bar had transformed into an eerie stillness, punctuated only by the muffled whispers of concerned patrons.

The bartender's gaze lingered on the broken glass, the spilled blood, and the hastily abandoned money, a silent testimony to the storm that had swept through, In that moment, as Jungkook left the bar with a bleeding hand and a heart heavy with unresolved emotions,