FAME's 99

037.

MYLANN
AT LOMBOK
PT3

—      How is it my fault ? I snap.
  
—     Because you let him come back every fuckin' time, so now he thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants ! Jungkook yells back.

—     I blocked him. I told him I'm done. What else do you want me to do, Jungkook ? A whole fuckin' restraining order ? I'm practically yelling now, my voice rising as my patience thins.

—    I'm not talking with you. Since you wanna act dumb, be it. He turns away, jaw tight, dismissing me like I'm the one in the wrong.

I take a shaky breath, trying to keep my composure, but my hands are trembling from the heat rushing through me.

—    Watch your fucking mouth.

He immediately spins back around.

— Or what? Huh? You gonna tell me I'm wrong for feeling some type of way when your ex keeps popping up ?

— When did I say that ? I yell back. I blocked him ! I don't talk to him ! What the hell else do you want from me ? Jude just doesn't respect boundaries !

— You could've told him you were with me.

— But it's none of his business ! Do I ask him if he's seeing other girls ? No. Cause I don't fucking care.

— Clearly, he cares, though, he shoots back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

— And what am I supposed to do about that ? Beg him to stop ? Hold a press conference ? Be fucking for real right now.

He glares at me, his jaw clenched so tight I think it might crack.

— You're missing the point.

I throw my hands up, frustration bubbling over.

— I told you many times that I didn't want to be between you and an other man. It's either them or me.

— If I wanted to be with him, I wouldn't have flew to Korea just to see you !

—     Good. Because I'm not about to be one of those guys you play with, he says, and that's all it takes for me to lose it.

—     What does that even mean? I snap, stepping
up to him. Say it with. What are you tryna say ? Be specific, please. Say it with your chest, I snap, crossing my arms like I'm ready for whatever.

—     I'm done talking, he mutters, looking away.

—     Yeah, that's what I thought, I scoff, stepping closer. So, next time you're trying to make me look like I'm some kind of hoe, be bold and say it to my fucking face. Say it and see what happens.

His head snaps back to me, his eyes blazing.

—     What ? He says, daring me with a sharp glare.

—     I said say it and see what fucking happens!

He lets out a cold laugh.

—     What's gonna happen ? He fires back, stepping closer. You think I'm Brent ? You think we're gonna fight ? Ain't that what you're used to ?

My whole body stiffens, his words slicing through me like a knife.

— Watch what you fucking say, I say straight up.