Chapter 10: (Aaira's pov)
As I made my way to our chamber, The evening had started with tensions simmering beneath the surface, and now, alone in the dimly lit corridor, I felt a deep unease set in. The air around me seemed to thicken with each step, my footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor.
I hesitated at our chamber door, my hand trembling slightly as I reached for the handle. Would Jungkook be waiting inside, would he be burning in his anger, or would the room be empty, a silent witness to the storm brewing between us?
With a deep breath, I pushed open the door, hoping for a moment of respite, only to be greeted by silence. Jungkook was not there. Relief washed over me briefly, but before I could gather my thoughts, the door slammed shut behind me with a resounding thud.
Startled, I turned swiftly, my heart racing as I found myself face-to-face with Jungkook. His expression was dark, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Without a word, he struck me hard across the cheek, the impact of sending waves of pain through me.
I stumbled back, my hand instinctively rising to my stinging cheek. Fear gripped me as Jungkook closed the distance between us. He pinned me against the wall, his grip firm as he stared into my eyes, searching for something within me.
Jungkook's voice was low, tinged with anger and hurt.
Jungkook: How could you, Aaira? How could you go off with him like that?
His accusation had always been like this, his words had cut deep into my already frayed soul. I struggled to find my voice, to explain, but fear choked my words, I was clearly not ready for this.
Aaira: I... It was just...
His grip tightening on my arms.
Jungkook: Don't lie to me, Aaira. I saw the way he looked at you. I saw the way you looked at him.
His jealousy was raw, I felt trapped.
Aaira: It wasn't like that...
Tears welled up in my eyes, my heart aching with a pain that seemed to sear through my very being. Jungkook's grip on my arms tightened as he jerked me to face him, his voice rising in anger and accusation.
Jungkook: You enjoy being near him, don't you, Aaira? No matter how hard I try to trust you, you always find a way to betray that trust!
I stared at him in disbelief, the tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. How could he think such things of me?
Aaira: Jungkook, please...
Jungkook: Don't lie to me! I see the way you smile when he's around. Do you think I'm blind?
I shook my head, trying desperately to make him understand. But even my words faltered, Jungkook's expression remained the same, his grip bruising as he forced me to meet his gaze.
Jungkook: You liked him, don't you? You enjoy knowing he's thinking about you!
I opened my mouth to protest, but he shook me roughly, his eyes were wild. I knew Yoongi was his weakness. I just looked down, unable to muster any answers to his accusations. Jungkook's grip loosened slightly, his eyes still wild with hurt and suspicion.
Jungkook: If all these things are false, why didn't you refuse Hwasa noona when she asked you to accompany Yoongi hyung?
His voice cracked. I struggled to find the right words, my throat tightening with unshed tears. Yoongi- he was just a painful part of my past, a mistake that haunted me.
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