--Y/n's perspective--
I was utterly astonished, so taken aback, yet I managed to recover and reciprocated the kiss.
Our lips moved in perfect synchrony, a kiss that was both fervent and fierce.
His lips worked wonders on me, igniting a turmoil in my stomach.
Surely, he could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks.
“Ah,” I let out a soft gasp as I felt his lips teasingly nibbling at my jawline.
He trailed messy, open-mouthed kisses from my jawline to my collarbone, and finally to my neck.
“Ahh...sss,” I moaned involuntarily when he marked my sensitive spot.
I could sense the smirk on his lips as I clamped my mouth shut, desperately trying to stifle any sound.
He continued weaving magic on my skin.
Then he pulled away, locking his gaze onto mine.
His smirk deepened as he took in my breathless state, all because of him.
His lustful stare jolted me back to reality.
Shoot! It happened again.
How? Why?
Damn it, Y/N!
I shoved him away and sat upright on the bed.
“No, we can’t!” I uttered in a panic, retreating from him.
“Yes, we can,” he countered.
“No!” I shouted, my brows knitting together in frustration.
“I don’t want this!” My eyes turned glossy as he stared at me, incredulous. After a moment, he scoffed.
“And why is that?”
“W-we are best fr—”
He interrupted me, his voice laced with disbelief.
“Seriously, Y/N? You still believe we’re just friends? We’ve kissed multiple times. We see each other more as something beyond friends, and yet you’re still saying we’re—”
He scoffed again.
“Just friends.”
He paused, his eyes glistening with emotion.
“Y/N, just admit you don’t want to confine this to friendship. Why to make excuses?”
“Yes, I don’t want to see your face again! Please leave me alone, Jungkook! I’m exhausted from this!”
I panted heavily, my face flushed and my chest rising and falling rapidly.
As soon as the words escaped my lips, I heard the resounding thud of the door slamming shut.
“He’s gone,” I muttered.
A smile crept onto my face, but a tear slipped down my cheek.
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As sunlight pierced through my window, interrupting my slumber, I trudged to the washroom.
Upon opening the door, my gaze fell upon a large mirror.
That girl staring back at me was not me.
She was vulnerable, utterly exposed.
Dried tear stains marred her cheeks.
Her eyes were red and swollen.
She wasn’t the cheerful person I once knew.
But today was college, and I had lectures to attend.
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