𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter 43

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As I gazed at her, a strange, unsettling feeling swirled inside me, like a stormy sea. I couldn't quite grasp whether it was good, bad, or….neutral— it just felt off. Something that didn't sit right with me. 

Her eyes met mine briefly, a fleeting glance, before shifting back to Jungkook. Her expression was a paradox— oddly calm, yet icy; yet unnerving. 

And that was something I couldn't read. What did that look mean..? And who is…she?

"I have missed you so much," she whispered, a soft, sweet smile spreading across her lips as she gazed at him. Then, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace.

I stood frozen in my place, my eyes silently drifted away, as if they were not willing to witness the intimacy. By now everyone in the room was glancing in our direction and I didn’t understand why…but it felt as if those gazes on me, as if they all were collectively…glaring at me. 

I didn't dare to glance up. I didn't look at my surroundings at all. But in that moment more than those gazes, what bothered me more was…this woman. 

I despised Jungkook, hated him with every fiber of my being. I know that I shouldn't be caring about another woman fawning over him. I had no right to do that nor I ever wished to but…I quite couldn't get rid of this feeling inside my heart.

“It shouldn't matter to me. It shouldn't.” I repeated inside my mind. Yeah, It shouldn't. Right….*silence*....right. 

Yet, my heart sank, like a stone dropping into a deep well. I felt a pang, when a sharp realization struck me, that I was nothing but just another woman in his life— disposable, and replaceable.

Honestly speaking, I knew this already, I was aware, but seeing it, feeling it like this, was a different story altogether. It stirred something dark, something painful, inside me.

"I don't think I missed you," a deep voice said, laced with a sharp, icy edge.

I glanced to the side and saw Jungkook detaching himself from Hazel's embrace, his calm and collected demeanor was a stark contrast to the cold, and dark look in his eyes. It was as if he had despised her touch. 

Her eyes met his, the intensity of his gaze made her smile falter, and for a moment, surprise and guilt flickered across her face. She seemed taken aback by the extent of his coldness, but she was also quick to regain her composure. 

Her soft voice was now laced with tension as she spoke again, "Jungkook, are you still—” 

But before she could finish, a deep, manly voice cut through the conversation, interrupting her. I turned to see a man standing beside Jungkook, his facial expressions mirroring Jungkook's calm and collected demeanor, but with a hint of intensity. 

His eyes locked onto Jungkook, his gaze unwavering. "Can we have a talk?" he asked, his voice firm and commanding.

I shifted my gaze towards Jungkook, who stood there, silently unbothered, his expression unreadable. But then, a sudden chill coursed down my spine as I felt a sharp gaze pierce through me.

I hesitantly turned to the side, and my eyes met the man's cold, unyielding stare. His eyes held a warning, a silent threat that made my heart skip a beat. 

I gulped, my throat constricting.

Just as the man's gaze seemed to bore into my soul, Jungkook stepped in, positioning himself between us. His broad back blocked the man's view of me, as if shielding me from his intense scrutiny.