𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 | JJK |

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"You're back!" My mother gasped, softly, as I walked into the house. I kept my head down so she couldn't see my eyes as I took off my shoes. "How was it? What did you buy-"

"Nothing." I said, meeting her gaze,

She froze. "Lia, what ha-"

"I told you it was a bad idea!" I let out in frustration. "Lia, please-" she repeated, and tried to reach for me but I moved away, "Leave me alone," I said, before brushing past her. This was the difficult part. Not being able to tell her the real reason I hated Mina.

"Lia, wait!"

"No!" I yelled. "I'm sick of you trying to make us get along for the sake of your friendship with her mother. She cares about no one but herself!" Her eyes widened slightly, and I turned around, running up the stairs. My skin was burning and all I wanted to do was wash my face with cold water. Just as I was about to reach my room a hand took my wrist, tugging me from the door. I looked up to meet his dark brown eyes. "What happened?" He asked, studying my face. His voice was so soft it made me want to believe he truly cared for me, but now all I could see was Mina's face, and hear her words, feel them pounding within my head to remind me of it all.

"Let go of me." I said, twisting my wrist between his fingers, but he was being stubborn.

"Did she say something to you-"

"Nothing I didn't already know." I gritted my teeth. "Don't touch me-" I managed to snatch my wrist from his grasp and rush into my room, slamming the door in his face.

Mina was right. The mark on his neck from last night should've told me enough.

I slid down my door and brought my knees to my chest. He only wanted to use me again.

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It had only been a couple of hours and the guilt from yelling at my mother was building up. I wanted nothing more than to go apologise to her and tell her the truth, but Jungkook was part of that truth. I should be thankful Mina hasn't opened her mouth about anything. The truth was that I just needed someone to blame for putting me in that situation when in reality I put myself there. I could've made up a pathetic excuse to stay at home, but I didn't.

I closed my laptop screen and pushed it aside before laying back on my bed. My head began to spin from so much screen time and my eyes were burning. Maybe I was sleepy or had a migraine from all the crying.

No one came to disturb me whilst I was in my room for all these hours. I was able to bathe and finish some homework, none, however, took my mind off things. Being in my room all day like a miserable teenager also meant that I skipped dinner, so now, at almost midnight- I was hungry.

My mother and Jaeh are always in their room after dinner and I doubt Jungkook was, even, home, perhaps with Mina, or someplace else in which he can be a whore.

I left my bedroom and slowly crept downstairs without turning on any lights. I could hear Jaeh's snoring and it put me at ease. I walked into the kitchen and took a bowl for cereal. I didn't feel like eating anything heavy.

I didn't like being in my room like this and missing dinner with my mother and Jaeh, but I just couldn't face anyone after what had happened in that changing stall- I felt embarrassed and ashamed, despite knowing that they had no idea what was making me so upset.

I sat down on one of the stools by the kitchen island and poured the milk into the cereal. It was so quiet...and miserable, Theo hadn't messaged or called me today either. I take it that he was perhaps too busy to remember- with his exam re- take and all. I knew he loved me, and I didn't need his reassurance everyday, but a message from him right now would lighten up my mood.

"I thought it was a mouse." His voice sent a shock through my veins and I almost dropped the spoon from my lips. My eyes darted up to meet his briefly, enough to know that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I clenched the spoon and wiped the spilt milk from around my lips. "I guess, I was right."

I didn't want to respond to him.

I looked down at my bowl, keeping my focus there, but from my peripheral vision I watched him move towards the table and sit down on the stool in front of me.

"Why are you ignoring the whole goddamn house, Lia?" He asked, his voice, gravelly. When I refused to answer him, he took my bowl and I glanced up at him in irritation. "What are you doing?"

He raises a brow, "She speaks."

I scoffed and leant over the table to reach for my bowl but he lifted it against his chest. "Please." I said, looking up at him in defeat, and he put down the bowl.

I took it and began stirring the milk under his gaze. I could feel it burning my skin. "Go away." I muttered, not lifting my gaze once. I could feel that familiar soreness in my throat returning as I fought back tears. I felt so sensitive right now, and with him here, so close, it was driving me further over the edge. "Why won't you just go?" I said, putting down my spoon and letting our eyes meet.

He narrows his vision at me and finally stands, but instead of walking towards the door, he begins to move around the table, to where I was sat. My eyes followed him, anticipating his closeness, with a quickened heartbeat.

I wait for him to grab the back of the stool I was sat on and turn it to face him. His hand then finds its way to my thighs and pushes them apart for him to stand in between. "Did I do something?" He questions, with furrowed brows.

I cringed at the contact and grabbed his wrist before his fingers could wander, "Please, don't touch me." I said, trying to make my voice firm, but it only came out broken and quiet, enough for his ears to hear.

"Don't touch you?" He repeats, lowering himself till his mouth hovered, ever so lightly, above my face. I closed my eyes and turned my head when his lips kiss my ear. "All I want to do is touch you." His fingers slowly pushed up the thin material of my shirt before gripping my bare waist.

My brows creased and my lips parted for a soft gasp, "Stop it-" my breath hitched when he raised his knee between my thighs, pressing himself up against my underwear.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't slam the door in my face earlier, Lia." He whispered, and my palms pressed harder on his firm chest. His mouth travelled down to my throat where he barely placed a kiss, but was enough to burn my skin.

It wasn't till I felt that forbidden throbbing between my thighs that I had found enough courage to push him away. He stepped back and I stood from the stool. "Stay away from me." I tried to say without showing him how badly my heart was aching for some rest.

He stood, a few feet away from me, with parted lips, the look in his eyes, unrecognisable. "And if I don't?" He grunted, and I fiddled with the hem of my dress shirt. He had to.

"You have Mina."

A scoff left his lips as he shook his head. "You just don't get it, do you?" He said, moving toward me and my wet eyes flickered up to his. "Why are you complicating things for us?" I asked, a whine to my voice.

"Because we had sex, and sex complicates things between two people." He answered, his eyes wandering my mouth. "Not when it was a mistake." I told him. "One that I will never- make again with you."

"You keep reminding me." He says, bitterly, and I move away from the stool to leave the kitchen. He didn't stop me, nor did he say anything in else. I just left, with what felt like a tight knot in my stomach.