𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 ─𝐉𝐉𝐊 (𝐊𝐓𝐇)

S E V E N T Y T H R E E

His back was firmly against the door, and I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on us. His hands were on my waist, holding me in place, while my one hand was resting on his chest, a gentle but firm grip that sent a rush of memories flooding back, the other instinctively covering his mouth.

This wasn't just a moment; it felt intense and unexpected. The surprise of our position sent a jolt through me, and I could see the same shock reflected in his eyes. The reality of our touch struck me like a bolt of lightning. We had both changed so much, yet here we were, caught in this unexpected embrace. It was a mix of nostalgia and something new, a moment that felt both familiar and foreign. The air around us felt electric, and I could hardly process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. It was a reminder of everything we had been through and how far we had come. We were trapped in this awkward yet strangely moment, both unsure of what to say or do next.

The air was thick with tension. His eyes darkening, his grip on my waist tightened in a hurtful manner, pulling me close that I could feel his hot breaths on my lips. His jaw clenching too tight that I doubt it would break. I immediately removed my hands from his mouth holding his hand on my waist as I hissed.

He gritted his teeth, my eyes widened as I tried to remove his hand. As much as I tried to remove it, his grip tightened more, his nails digging into my skin which might leave a wound.

"Why are you here? You know what, you only know how to pretend, how to lie. Why are you even pretending that I'm hurting you? Why are you trying to show that you're innocent?" He pulled me dangerously close, just a little move and our lips would touch. His words are venomous to my ears.

"Jungkook.. you're hurting me.." I whispered, my brows furrowed with pain.

"Seriously?!" He yanked me away. I gasped holding my waist. "Then what about me? What about me y/n? Am I not hurt? Am I happy? Do I look happy? I'm hurting you but what about you? Didn't you hurt me?!" He asked with a rage that sent shivers down my spine.

"Jungkook.." My voice, a whisper, as I took a step closer.

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!" I immediately took a step back when he met my gaze. The hurt, the rage, the hate, everything was new for me, at least in his eyes.

Unknowingly a tear rolled down my cheeks, that's when I realized I was crying. My eyes blurred. My heart beat fastened as my body started trembling. No one's ever shouted at me like that. Never, ever. Living in fiction and delusions with no way out then staying alone and far for three years where no one was around and then a sudden shout from the person I love the most didn't really help me. I know I deserve this but it hurts. Who's to be blamed here? Him? Never. He's not at fault but I am.

I knew that I've become strong yet sensitive but never knew that it'd be like this. My hands trembled as I tried to reach him. His eyes, a flicker of something, maybe a bit of shock. He's new to this side of me too. But It vanished as soon as it came and his eyes darkened with the same hatred.

"Still acting? You know, you could've been a great actor instead. How can you act so much?"

I didn't reply, I couldn't. I stared at him, his eyes, full of hatred, a contrast to the love once I saw in his eyes. I wonder if that love would ever come back. The Jungkook I'm seeing right now is a completely different person I once knew, at least for me.

"You-" Before I could continue a voice came out of the door.

I heard Sara's voice. "Yes, I'm at your door Eva, okay I'll bring your phone"

My eyes widened and I looked at Jungkook. He has the same expression. Before I could say something, he held my arm pulling me with him into the bathroom as he closed the door behind him.