𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

7. You Make Me Begin

Alba's POV

The golden afternoon light pierced through the curtains, casting a soft glow cross the room your phone buzzed continuously, jerking you up from your sleep. With a groggy sigh, you reached for your phone, your sleepy eyes finally adjusting to your phone only to be met with a string of texts and missed calls from your ex-boyfriend aka the master of manipulation.

Charming and intelligent with dark intense eyes and an enchanting smile. He seemed perfect and he had a way of making you feel like you were the only one, he was skilled at twisting your emotions and making you doubt yourself. Whenever you began to suspect him he used his charm and physicality to distract you. His touch and words would soothe you temporarily but it was his calculated move to maintain control. After discovering his cheating nature your trust completely shattered, revealing the depths of his manipulative nature and his duplicity leaving you to your broken pieces of self-doubt and depression.

B❤️💫: "Alba, please, I need to talk to you."

B❤️💫: "I'm sorry. I can't stop thinking about us."

You deleted the messages without a second thought, forcing yourself to sit up crossed legged. The toxic remains of your past was like a weight you were determined to shed, no matter how persistent he was.

Your room was small, with walls covered in sketches of illustrations of dresses, colorful graphic designs, and paintings of flowers and sceneries. You always painted them because your father loved greenery and flowers. There were also different paintings of girls lost in thought enjoying their own company. You always painted when you felt down it was your way of converting your frustrations on the paper. It was a space where your creativity was present.

On a small desk by the window, there was a sewing machine with boxes of thread in different colors. Above it was a photograph of you and Aina, your arms slung over each other's shoulders, grinning wide, it was taken on the day of your high school graduation that was a reminder of the bond you shared.

Your gaze swept over the room, landing on the draping dummy in the corner which was half draped with your latest creation inspired by the VIP lounge from last night —a midnight blue satin top, with uneven hemline containing angular cutouts by it's open sides, its edges frayed indicating your encounter with those men.

With a sigh, you dragged yourself up, your dark hair falling around your shoulders messily. You rubbed your eyes. As you stepped through the door of your room, your gaze settled towards the kitchen where Aina and Mingyu were already seated as usual enjoying brunch, your gaze landed on the figure sitting on the kitchen counter, her yellow eyes following you with attentiveness. "Morning, Saddie," you murmured, reaching to stroke the white furry cat.

Aina, your best friend and roommate, was pouring coffee while Mingyu flipped through a script he was auditioning for. Aina and Mingyu had a caring and supportive relationship, balancing each other effortlessly. Aina's warm smile and caring nature made Mingyu a companion who brought out her playful side and offered unwavering support. Their bond, despite occasional disagreements, reflected a deep understanding and mutual respect that you found reassuring. Their relationship serves you a reminder to find someone who truly understands and supports you.

"Morning Sunshine!" Aina beamed seeing you approaching. "Did you see the latest design trends in Vogue?"

You managed a weak smile in return. "Yeah, I did. Some really bold choices this season."

Aina's cheeriness was infectious as your thoughts were still clouded by a certain jerk. Mingyu glanced up from his script. "You should include some of those trends into your sketches. It could really make a statement."