𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

68. Mixed Emotions

Alba's POV

"How are you feeling?" Aina asked.

You glanced at her, forcing a smile. "I'm okay."

"You sure?"

You nodded, but your mind was far away, still replaying the events of the night. How had things ended up like this? One minute you were celebrating, and the next you were fleeing from the scene, chased by the ghosts of your past.

Aina sighed. "Look, I know things are complicated right now, but you can't keep pushing me away. We're friends. You can trust me."

You looked at her, the concern in her eyes evident. "I know."

"So what's going on?" She asked, her gaze searching yours.

Last night Jimin gave you and Aina ride back to your apartment. He had been silent the entire drive. You knew he had questions, but you weren't ready to answer them. As you approached your apartment, Aina asked you about what happened but you were not ready to talk about it. That how the person you finally managed to move on showed up threatening to break the new happiness you had found, without explaining anything to her, you went to bed.

"Hey Al? Are you listening?"

You snapped out of your thoughts. "Yeah, sorry."

She frowned. "What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath, your fingers curling around the edges of your cup. "It's complicated."

"I'm sure it is." she said, her expression concerned, "But I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

You took a deep sigh, closing your eyes. "There's a lot you don't know."

"So tell me." She urged.

"I'm scared."

She reached out, her hand covering yours. "Of what?"

You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. "Everything."

"Look, If I don't know what you're dealing with how would I help you? She squeezed your hand gently. "Talk to me. Please."

You opened your eyes, meeting her gaze. "I don't want to drag you into my mess."

She laughed softly. "I've been in your mess since the day we met."

You couldn't help but smile at her words.

"So?"

You looked at her, your chest tightening, the weight of the secrets you had kept buried for so long threatening to overwhelm you.

"It's B." You said, your voice trembling slightly.

Her eyes widened, her grip tightening. "What about him?"

"He's back."

"He's back?" She echoed, her voice incredulous.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. "He was there, last night."

"He was at the gallery?"

"Yes." you replied, the memory of his grip, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

"And?" She prompted.

"And... I don't know."

"Was he the reason why you left?"

You nodded, your throat dry.

"I thought he was in Paris..." she trailed. "Fucking around!"

You couldn't help but laugh at her. "He was."