"You can't stop the fire inside me" JJK FF

~22~

Y/n's Pov

"You are going out with someone tonight? Moreover with a man?" His question made me bristle with annoyance. Instead of replying, I snatched the phone out of his grip, my patience wearing thin. 

He scoffed and shot back curtly, "So, that's why you came to us with your fake story, claiming you had no one to gain our sympathy, fame, and money. Now that you're getting it, you're showing your true colors. You're such a bitch."

"Mind your language, Jeon Jungkook," I snapped, my irritation boiling over at the way he was speaking to me. His accusations stung, and I was fed up with his harsh words.

He scoffed loudly and said, "Why does it hurt to accept the truth? The truth that you're here just for our money and fame. Once you get what you want, you'll run away with your damn lover." His voice trailed off into a yawn, a clear sign that the sleeping pills were beginning to take effect.

Feeling disheartened by his sudden outburst, I sighed and said, "Jungkook, go to sleep, please. We can talk about this later." However, he didn't listen to me. Instead, he began to mumble between yawns, "You are...not go...ing out. Gosh, why am I...feeling so...sleepy all of a sudden?" He stumbled towards my bathroom, splashing water on his face in an attempt to wake up. I watched him silently, not saying a word.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he locked the door behind him and declared, "You are not going anywhere tonight. If you want to meet him, do it when I'm there too. I want to see who this man is." With that, he walked over and lay down on my bed next to me. 

I scoffed in disbelief. Just moments ago, he was yelling at me, and now he was lying beside me as if nothing had happened. What was he thinking? That he was some kind of saint like Mahatma Gandhi, whose words I wouldn't take offense to just because he claimed it was for my own good? Ridiculous.

I stared at his back, my frustration growing. Then, I picked up my phone and sighed, typing out a message to Karan. "I won't be able to come tonight," I sent, feeling a pang of disappointment. Afterward, I lay down next to Jungkook again, still feeling the weight of his actions pressing down on me.

I was really annoyed by his behavior towards me. He is being so rude to me all the time. He constantly intervenes in my work, and I really don't like it. I don't know how much longer I can be patient before my frustration finally boils over.

It's not easy for me to act like nothing is wrong when there are so many things going on around me. The most frustrating part of my life is this magical power I possess. People might see it as a blessing from God, but to me, it feels like a curse. This power doesn't just come with abilities; it puts my life, my family's lives, and the whole world in danger.

If I didn't have this power, I believe I would be happy. I wouldn't have lost my parents and could be living a grateful life. It feels selfish to say, but I don't want to protect this world. I don't even want to live in this world. 

The thought of suicide crosses my mind often, but I never go through with it because of my parents. I imagine their disappointed faces if they knew I had given up hope.

I sighed deeply and turned to look at Jungkook, who was peacefully sleeping beside me. I had been feeling so angry at him, but seeing him in such a calm and restful state made my anger start to fade away. However, the disappointment I felt was still lingering. 

I could have left right then, but his harsh words had completely ruined my mood. I wanted so badly to prove to him that he was wrong—that I hadn't come here for their fame or money. Becoming an idol had always been my dream.