Annie stood before the bathroom mirror, her reflection wavering as she hesitated before unbuttoning her shirt.
Her fingers trembled slightly as they moved over the familiar buttons, revealing a tattoo on her chest bearing the initials 'jk'. The sight of it sent a shiver down her spine, a stark reminder of Jungkook and the turbulent emotions he had stirred within her.
She turned on the shower, its steady stream filling the room with a soothing sound that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in her mind.
Stepping beneath the warm water, she closed her eyes and tried to wash away the memories that clung to her skin like a stain.But even here, the water couldn't drown out the memory of Jungkook's touch.
Her hand moved to her lips, as if she could still feel the ghost of his kiss there. In frustration, she rubbed her chest harshly, as if trying to scrub away the tattoo etched into her flesh. Tears mingled with the water running down her cheeks, her breath catching in uneven sobs.
The tattoo seemed to mock her, a permanent reminder of a love that had turned sour. She scrubbed harder, her skin turning red under her frantic touch.
The pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart, the sense of betrayal and self-loathing consuming her from within.
"Why did I let him touch me?" Annie whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
She felt dirty, tainted by his presence even in his absence.
The bathroom, once a sanctuary, now felt suffocating, the air heavy with regret and longing for a past she wished she could erase.
In this moment of vulnerability, Annie realized the depth of her own naivety and the scars left by a love she had thought was pure.
the bathroom becoming a battleground where she fought against the memories that threatened to drown her.
As she finally turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel, Annie couldn't shake the feeling of being marked, both physically and emotionally, by someone who had once meant everything to her.
The mirror reflected her tear-streaked face, a poignant reminder of the pain etched into her soul.
"Annie, are you inside?" Taehyung's voice cut through the haze of Annie's thoughts, bringing her back to the present moment.
"Yeah, just coming," she replied, her voice tinged with weariness.
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the hall." With those words, Taehyung left, leaving Annie to collect herself.
She wiped away her tears with trembling hands, the weight of recent events pressing heavily on her shoulders.
Changing into Taehyung's clothes offered a small comfort amidst the chaos, a reminder of his unwavering support in her darkest moments.
"Did he come here?" Taehyung's voice broke the silence as they sat down at the dining table.
"Yes," she replied slowly, her gaze drifting to the tabletop.His name no longer just evoked anger or sadness; it left a raw, jagged scar on her heart.
"The way he was talking today... it was manic," Annie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Did something happen? Did he say something to you?" Taehyung asked gently, his brow furrowed with concern, careful not to push too hard.
She sighed deeply, trying to find the words to articulate her tumultuous emotions.
"I feel pathetic, Taehyung," Annie finally confessed, her voice laden with self-doubt.
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