"Why do you always share every fucking thing between us with Jimin?" he roared, glaring at her.
"There is no us, do you get it?" She said in loud voice.
"Stop playing games, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed, his fingertips digging into her arms, leaving a...
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•She was like a drug, one taste, one touch, and he was addicted•
🎀•Chapter Twenty-Eight•🎀
It was late at night, and the room was dark, lit only by the flickering candle lamp. Y/N sat on her bed, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her.
Jungkook had dropped her home hours ago after the shoot, and he'd been so sweet, picking up snacks and her favorite juice before leaving. He even offered to let her spend the night at his place, saying he'd take care of everything. But she had turned him down.
She acted cold around him, but it wasn't that simple. The truth was, Adrian's words were still haunting her, and they hurt more than she wanted to admit. It felt like she was stuck in a loop of past pain, unable to break free.
She tried—really tried—to keep her mind sane and rational, but it felt impossible. The darkness wrapped around her, and every little thing seemed to amplify her insecurities.
And as if that wasn't enough, Jungkook had kissed her. That kiss lingered on her lips, a bittersweet reminder of everything she wanted but felt unworthy of. It meant everything, yet it brought all her fears crashing back.
Y/N buried her face in her hands, fighting back tears. She wished she could push the pain aside, but it clung to her like a shadow. At that moment, she felt so lost, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, and the thought of facing tomorrow felt like an insurmountable challenge.
Her mind was racing, caught between the memory of her first kiss with Jungkook and the harsh words Adrian had thrown at her. The sweetness of Jungkook's kiss felt like a world away from the hurt Adrian had caused.
Hugging her knees to her chest, Y/N replayed the moment when Jungkook had held her close, how safe and cherished she felt in his arms. But then Adrian's taunts echoed in her mind, digging up all her doubts.
"Am I really enough for him?" she whispered to herself, a lump forming in her throat.
"Jungkook deserves so much better than I could ever be!" she exclaimed, frustration and sadness mingling in her voice. The tears threatened to spill over, and she felt trapped in a cycle of insecurity, unable to escape the darkness clouding her heart.
It was like she was caught in a battle between the love she craved and the pain she couldn't shake off.
"Just because you work for a famous boy band doesn't make you any less of the 'desperate whore' you were for me."
"Oh, if only your family knew, if only your dear father was aware of what a 'slut' you were for me. I pity him, thinking his precious princess was so pure and innocent when in reality, you were nothing but a desperate slut."
"Didn't you beg and plead to be mine, ready to leave everything behind just to be my own personal toy?"
"If my management team by any chance found out that I am dating you, I will be charged with a heavy penalty which I can't pay at the moment. But still, I took each and every risk."
