Fated to be with you | Park Jay | Enhypen [𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶]

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Rose's POV :

The stirring sound of the water filled the
silence.

He.touched.me.
He.touched.me.in.that.way.

I closed my eyes.

It's okay, it's no big deal.

I reassured myself as water splashed down on my hands. I rubbed and rubbed until they pulled a red shed.

After Jake.....kissed my hand, I just left and came straight to the women's bathroom.

I don't know, I just did, in a need of some space.
I don't even remember when I started to wash my hand so aggressively to the point it hurts.

I looked up at my reflection in the mirror.
A bush of perfectly styled black hair, reddish lipstick blooming like a freaking rose in the face, tanned skin........and a pair of hazel eyes lacking its regular spark.

Thank you mum and papà for these features, but fuck them right now.

Remember what your therapist said.

"Breath."
"It's all okay."
"Don't look back at your past. It's the present."

I slid my fingers into my hair in frustration, ruining a five thousand won style and looked at myself, again, processing what the hell is going on with me.
Okay.
First of all, I've been doing a pretty good job removing my man-ban.
Talking to random men in coffee shops and bar counts, right?
Baby steps.

But not just because of my own trauma, but men are actually scary.
They are like wolves disguised beneath some alluring covers. They treat you decent at first, make you weak, tell you to do whatever they want and throw you away at last when they're done or not satisfied.

Speaking of experience.

Still an independent and successful woman gotta do what she gotta do.

The past is past, present is a gift and future is a mystery.

I kept telling myself that not all man are the same.
Maybe it's hard to cope with it for me, but at least I'm trying?

I was doing pretty good, actually being cool and stuff - talking with Jake... until he kissed my hands.

He.kissed.my.hands.

The voice in my head screamed.

Maybe he didn't have any other motive or he didn't mean it like that, but I freaked out.

Jay seemed to make him step back from what he was doing.
Why's he so generous and.... and.... charming?

I snapped.

Right. Jay.
What are we?

He's the only man who made me feel comfortable so far.
Huh.

Next week, shake n steak.... it isn't supossed to be a date right?

I mean, we don't even know each other well.

I'll just hang out with him. That's it.

Past me would've freaked the hell out by these outcomes that I made, but I don't wanna deal with my past anymore.

It isn't easy.
It's freaking me out so much that I'm only this much away from throwing myself under a rock and shut myself down from this earth.
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The entrance door bursted opened, snapping me to reality.

With her grey eyes, natural blonde hair and sharp American visual - Aylah Levine was always a magnet attracting attentions in a room.

"Ay, Aylah !" I chirped out after forcing some spark into my eyes.