[ COMPLETED ]
" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm trace...
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VESTA'S POV
Dr. Kim explained everything that had happened last night - my fever, how he'd tried to keep me warm, the landslide. As he spoke, fragments of memory started coming back to me.
Him. Holding me all night, to supress my fever, himself sitting without a shirt in this weather.
"Thank you," I said softly, handing him back his jacket and shirt. He put them on quickly, and we started making our way back to the lodge.
I didn't speak anything throughout the walk and Dr. Kim respected my silence. I had so much to thank him for , but for now, I had no words or anything clicking my mind to speak.
When Dr. Kim and I approached the lodge, I saw Miguel and Mrs. Kim standing outside, worry etched on their faces. My stomach lurched at the sight of Miguel, memories of last night crashing over me like a tidal wave.
The concern in his eyes made me feel sick -
how dare he pretend to care now?
"Ves ! " Miguel called out, rushing towards me. "Where have you been? We've been worried sick!"
I walked past him without a word, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. I could hear footsteps behind me - Miguel, Mrs. Kim, and Dr. Kim all following as I headed straight for our room.
Once inside, I took a deep breath and turned to face them. The room felt too small, too cramped with all of us in it. Miguel stepped forward, reaching for me.
"Ves, baby, what happened? Are you okay? Why were you with Taehyung?"
The concern in his voice, the familiarity of his endearment, it was all too much. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the quiet room, followed by a collective gasp.
Mrs. Kim's eyes widened in shock. "Vesta!" she exclaimed, moving forward. "What on earth-"
But Dr. Kim held up his hand, blocking her path. "He deserves it," he passed a glare at Mrs. Kim.
I stared at Miguel, my hand stinging from the slap, my whole body shaking with rage and hurt. "HOW DARE YOU ! " I hissed with my voice low and trembling. "How dare you stand there and ACT LIKE YOU CARE ! "
Miguel held his cheek, looking stunned. "Ves, what are you talking about? Of course I care! I was worried sick when you didn't come back last night!"
I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that didn't even sound like me. "Worried? Really? Were you worried when you had your tongue down that girl's throat in the lobby last night?"
The color drained from Miguel's face. Mrs. Kim gasped again, her hand flying to her mouth. "Miguel?" she said, her voice small and confused. "What is she talking about?"
