When love lasts

CHAPTER 13

JUNGKOOK POV

Hobi Hyung continues to share the information and names of the nine students that we lost in that accident 1 year ago. The accident that changed my whole fucking life.

Hobi Hyung has his head bowed slightly and his voice is the deepest like every time he hosts the ceremony. Each of us takes turns in hosting the ceremony every month but Hobi Hyung has a hard time dealing with it.

Hyung is the sunshine of the gang. He's all rosy and smiles, his vibrance and energy is so bright that every time he's around us, that gothic feel of our gang vanishes away. But just like me, that accident played a huge part in his life, especially since he was part of it, and since he witnessed it.

This ceremony always gave out a gloomy ambiance and thus every time someone looked at me, they probably would prefer to jump in a well rather than do that. But today my butterfly is staring and probably processing the load of information with wide eyes.

I like that look on him. And I want to be the reason behind it. Those kinds of thoughts should be considered manic but those are the only notions in my mind ever since a butterfly started soaring around me 2 months ago.

By the time Hobi Hyung is done it gets pretty dark and late. This is the only ceremony throughout the year which students voluntarily stay this long for. and the reason behind every single one of their appearances is guilt. Mine too.

I'm still staring at taehyung as everyone starts shuffling and leaving, but he's not. He doesn't even attempt to move. I internally nod and tell myself that anyone would have that reaction to what he just heard.

That's part of why I didn't let him know about any of this.

Just as I am about to go to him to walk him to the dorm rooms, i see him. The shithead as i call him. Lee Hyun-woo. Just like his name, he's dark and he's now talking to my butterfly. My jaw clenches so hard, I'm surprised it doesn't snap.

I tell Jin Hyung that I'll see him tomorrow as i walk to the scene i didn't think would make me see red. Deep. Dark. Red.

I walk up to them and my eyes glide with his, there's so much dominance in his eyes. Like mine. But his doesn't match mine, no one matches mine.

I slide next to the taehyung and encircle his tiny waist in my arm, its crazy how his whole middle fits in my one arm. Taehyung jumps lightly, probably because he didn't see me coming but he doesn't move away, in fact he inches into me.

The shithead eyes my hands on taehyung and looks at me. we look at each other for what seems like forever but none of us break the eye contact. We're competitive that way. None of us back down in anything. even if it comes to death like a year ago.

He's wearing a white button-up shirt and black pants. His hair is slicked back like the lawyer he wants to become. Like the Law, he studies. That's what he does every ceremony, he wears white, it's his way of mourning.

"You were saying something about our business class?"

That's when he breaks the eye contact and looks back at taehyung.

"Yes, I said we should work on the class together and the Katari class as well, you might need help."

Like fuck he will. "He's working with me in business. He's with me in katari" I bark. Taehyung is looking at me but I'm staring at the shithead. Because if i look at taehyung right now, i may as well kiss him right here.

Hell may as well fuck him.

Hyun-woo just nods. I never get worked up over something or someone, at least never before. And he knows not to mess with whats mine because I'll fuck something of him just as bad.