"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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Here I am, again, leaving my comfort zone for him. Again.
Vivi shakes her head while walking down the hallway. With arms folded on her chest, she stops every now and then, hesitates with her decision but chooses to continue with it nonetheless. But she's hesitant for many valid reasons.
Firstly: I shouldn't be having this problem with my bodyguard. I shouldn't have to reach out to him just so we can talk through what went down this morning.
Secondly: Why was he even angry at me for inviting Jay over? Why did he think he can give me the silent treatment because of him? It's his job to keep me safe, not get mad at me for my choices.
But also: I don't want him to be angry with me. It doesn't fit his character. Anger as a whole doesn't fit between us. He's someone I already - weirdly enough - trust with my whole life, there should be nothing but blue skies above our heads.
She reaches the top of the staircase that'll take her down to the first and eventually to the bottom floor. Palms resting on the handrailing, she gazes down with nothing but emptiness in her eyes.
This time she doesn't have a bowl of dumpling soup to take to him, hopes she'll be enough as a peace offering. Once again she doesn't have a plan as to what she's going to say, hopes words will magically slip off her tongue when she sees him. And maybe, just maybe, he'll help her guide the conversation to the right direction.
Vivi doesn't have to apologize for anything - is aware of it herself - but this is a chance she's going to give him generously in the hopes of him apologizing to her. Because she's not angry anymore. Infact she already forgave him in the loudness of her mind during the meeting they had this morning with her father and Mr. Lee. So of course she hopes he isn't angry anymore either. Surely he cannot be, it's been ten hours.
With a sigh of bravery she starts heading down the stairs, a soft set of beige cashmere pants and a sweater caressing her body like a warm hug. Something she terribly needs after yesterday's and this morning's monstrosities.
But sudden footsteps taken somewhere on the first floor make her stop halfway through the staircase.
It's not that it makes her hesitate once again. It's just that she's not that fond of sudden sounds whenever she's alone even though it's most likely Sunmi cleaning nooks and crannies.
Yet it's not. Not this time.
Jungkook strides across the first floor hall and towards the staircase Vivi's already standing on in his black sweatpants and a hoodie. There's a sense of hastiness in his movements, he clears his throat while his fingers run through his black silky hair that looks ever so soft and clean in Vivi's eyes. For a second she imagines it's her thin digits, combing it, even grasping on to it. Her thoughts surpise her when her body reacts to them, causes her stomach to be filled with butterflies she hasn't felt in a long time.
