Fated to be with you | Park Jay | Enhypen [𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶]

𝟏𝟔.

Rose's POV :

I was still struggling to breath, leaning against the tile wall from the ongoing shock and frustration as we both stood there speechless.

Jay's eyes snapped to me wheezing. Concern crept into his face, pushing away earlier panic.

He reached out to hold me. "Rose are you okay-"
"Don't touch me."
My voice came out much more sharper than I expected. I stepped back from him, making him flinch.
Hurt slashed his face as he stepped back too - as well as it broke my heart.

I've hurt him.
The thought made my stomach churn, but I can do nothing about it.
He had hurt me more.

I tried to bring my breathing back to normal, but all the thoughts swirled in my head in a hurl.

So this is why Yunjin acted weird earlier. Enhypen is under Be:Lift - practically under HYBE. Yunjin also works at HYBE ; so of course she knows him.
From the first time I told her about Jay and his name, she suspected him.
Even she saw it.
Unlike me.

Now everything is getting cleared up.
The way his face paled everytime I talked about Enhypen or Kpop. The way he tried to keep his inner life hidden from me and the reason why he didn't come to today's party after I had texted him my new apartment location.
He knew everything, and yet he played me. Was it fun? Did he laugh?

Everything was a lie.

Again.

My panic attack kicked me hard this time, just by the thought. I placed a hand over my chest, trying to get some air. I threw away the photobook from my hand and sank on my knees. My vision blurred before me.

Jay launched forward and held me up on my feet again. Panic crept into his eyes again as he grabbed me and his arms held me in place, keeping me stood and close to him.

His worried eyes checked me out from my toes to my face.
"Is it a panic attack? Rose? Are you okay?!"

"I said don't TOUCH me Park Jongseong!" I yelled, trying to stop my tears from wailing down my face infront of him.
Being numb infront of him one more time is the last thing I'd want right now.
I tried to wriggle out of his embrace - but he tightened his grip and made me face him.
His eyes flamed with an unreadable emotion.
"Do whatever you want to do with me later, but calm down now for god's sake!" His voice unyielding.

I slammed my fist on his chest repetitively and buried my face in him.
"Let go of me Jay. Please." My words came out as sobs. My breathing started to calm down as soon as I buried my face onto his chest.

I could smell his cologne. A strong minty smell, along with a rich and warm vibe. It smells assuring - but so painfully like him.

I clutched onto his shirt tighter.
I wanted him to let go of me yet I am seeking into him for comfort. What do I call it now?

I kept my face buried on his chest, easing my sobs. I wasn't practically crying right now, these dry sobs were my normal post - panic attack effects.
And it made me look more numb.

Jay was silent. He just held my back with his arms till I finally came down from my panic attack.

I pulled the hem of his jacket tightly, not lifting up my face yet.
"Jay." May voice came out more like a plea.

His head hung down on mine, his warm breath growing deeper on my sculp as he still held me.

"Tell me, Red. I'm listening." His voice came resighned.