He pressed his body against yours, holding your hands firmly at the sides of your head. He sure had a taste of the mojito as his heavy, minty breath fanned your lips, nose flared, eyes flaming with anger and remorse.
"You here are my wife. You belo...
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You stared at the scar on your finger as you chuckled. Jungkook and you hated each others guts as toddlers and always got indulged in fights and soon turned out to become the best of friends. The old memories are still fresh in your mind because of the scar.
It was a normal spring morning as you were out with Jungkook at the school grouds. You were quite happy at what you had bought for lunch today. As kids, you both competed on who brings the best lunch, and usually, it's a tie. But today you had something that he could never bring.
Donuts.
He begged for a piece, and you watched with delight. Insisting for the last bite that you had agreed on, he had leaned forward, but you were quick to dodge and stuff all the bits in your little mouth. Infuriated little Jungkook bit your finger so hard that the scar still remains.
Suddenly, a buzzer of the police cars echoed.
Hospitals, ambulances, police cars, and stretchers all over the neighborhood. You rushed down the stairs to see Your house in a state of alarm.
All faces were painted with worry and grief. Your mother could be seen trying to hold in her tears while she gathered her coat and rushed out before calling you, "Yn, come fast."
What had happened exactly? "Ajhussi?" You called upon the gardener who seemed to be seated near the glass door of the backyard. "What is all this about?"He seemed to sigh, put loud. His whole aura had turned the opposite of positive and happy-go-lucky. "Child, Mr. Jeon has met with an accident." No. Please, no. It happened. What you feared did happen. Your face now held anxiety and fear. Guilt lingered, too. And you were bold enough to lie that you will manage when all you see right now is darkness.
Your mother sat beside Mrs.Jeon at the back, comforting her. Everyone is crying,why aren't you? This is all your fault. You can just sit beside the driver at look at the chaos around. You are freaking emotionless.
And there stood everyone beside the emergency room. Jungkook was crying, and Irene stood there crying too. "Jungkook!" Mrs. Jeon ran into her son's arms while you and mother just stood there. He looked up from his mother's embrace, tears and pain painted all over his face. He passed you the look of losing someone you loved. He yearned comfort from you, and you could see it in his eyes. Imagine him knowing the reason for this was you.
Days passed, weeks too, and after a month, you still stood gazing at the same scenario. Jungkook didn't leave the hospital once. He is a great son and friend. Boyfriend, too, because a day didn't go by with him not calling Irene and asking about her day. You visited daily with sadness, guilt, and fear eating you up. You had constantly waited for the police to come and arrest you or at least call for an interrogation, but they didn't.
