𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

25. Wrecking Ball

Alba's POV

You woke up feeling the cold, empty side of the bed. Just as you were about to get up, the closet door opened, and he stepped out, in a dark business suit which was impeccably tailored, enhancing his muscled body and bulky frame. The suit jacket fit him like a glove over a crisp white shirt, and his trousers flowed elegantly down to polished black shoes.

His hair was neatly gelled back, giving him a professional and polished look that contrasted with the tousled charm of his morning demeanor. This was the first time you had seen him in a suit, and he looked remarkably handsome and composed, effortlessly drawing your gaze as he made his way to the mirror adjusting his tie in front of the mirror.

"Good morning," he greeted tying his tie.

"Morning," you replied, pulling the blanket over your naked body, your cheeks flushing as memories of last night resurfaced. He glanced at you in the mirror, finishing with his tie in minutes before grabbing his phone, wallet and keys.

"I have a meeting," he announced.

"But isn't it Sunday?" you asked, frowning.

"Yeah, but it's important. Breakfast is on the kitchen counter," he said, opening the door and leaving.

You heard the main entrance door beeped indicating his departure, it left you feeling disappointed. It was as if he'd forgotten everything that happened last night. You hurried to the bathroom, took a quick shower, slipped same clothes as yesterday, you didn't bothered to look in the kitchen and skipping breakfast, and left his apartment. Anger bubbled inside you—at him for his nonchalance and at yourself for losing control.

Determined to put him out of your mind, you headed to the library, it was your free day and if you went back to your apartment you'll only overthink about it. You were browsing new books when your phone rang. It was Aina, who was away for a university law program.

She was supposed to be back this morning. "Shit!" you muttered.

You know she was going to bombard you with questions.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Alba, where are you right now?" she shouted on the other line.

"In the library, why?" you told her.

"Why didn't you answer my calls yesterday?" she interrogated.

"I was busy." You said.

"Busy, huh. Don't tell me you slept with him?" she asked furiously.

"What? No!" you squeaked, trying to lie but failing.

"Don't lie." She stated.

"Fine, I did," you admitted, feeling angry at yourself.

"Oh my god." She squeaked.

"But it's not a big deal. It was just a one-night stand." You said hoping she would finish this discussion.

"Did he even apologize for his behavior the other night?" She snorted.

You paused. How could you explain that the sex was his apology? "Well..."

"Aah..." you struggled to find words.

"That asshole. He's just used you for his pleasure. He's a sexist jerk, and you're a proof," Aina fumed.

"Aina, calm down." You said looking around.

"Alba, he's a player. Don't let yourself be fooled by him." She said.

"It was consensual," you whispered.

"Oh my god, Alba," Aina said, sounding disappointed.

"I'm sorry." You don't know why are you even apologizing.