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I stumbled through the front door, the cool night air still clinging to me. I needed to escape—to clear my head after that conversation.
I’d spent the last hour shooting hoops in the private yard, letting the ball thump against the pavement, releasing all the pent-up frustration I felt inside.
I even ended up fighting with a couple of guys. It started as playful banter, but turned into a scuffle. I needed that roughness to channel my anger.
Afterward, I turned to whiskey, downing a few shots to numb the ache in my chest.
As I walked through the dimly lit halls of the mansion, I figured she must be asleep by now.
Part of me wanted to shower first, wash away the sweat and the chaos of the night.
But another part of me longed to sneak into her room and just admire her, to find solace in her presence.
“Hey!” I called out, my voice echoing. “Can someone bring me a glass of water?”
After a minute, a maid appeared, her expression wary. “I—I’m sorry it took so long.”
I rolled my eyes, frustration bubbling up again. “What took you so long?”
She bowed her head, clearly flustered. “I was—”
“Forget it,” I interrupted, taking the glass from her hands and gulping it down.
The cool liquid soothed my throat, but not the turmoil churning inside me. Once the maid left, I took a deep breath and headed toward my room.
“S… Sweetheart,” I mumbled, my voice a bit slurred. I leaned against the door frame, feeling the world sway around me.
I’d definitely had too much to drink, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to see her.
“Jungkook,” she said, concern flooding her voice, and my heart sank at the sight of her. “Are you okay?”
That vulnerability in her eyes tugged at me. I forced a half-smile, hoping to ease her worry.
