What the hell did he just do?
I pushed him away, slapping him as well. "I feel sorry for her, she's stuck with a desperate man-whore" I scoffed, rubbing my lips on the back of my palm.
He sat there looking at me amused. "Can you stop staring?" I asked, trying to be polite before I slapped him unconscious. "Nope, you're pretty to look at" he said, allowing the smirk on his thin lips to grow.
"Well then as my servant, you're not allowed to look at me" I said, crossing my arms. "Why? You're my soon to be wife" he said out loud, to him it seemed like he was 'warning' other guys but to me, he seemed like a possessive douche.
"Does it look like I care?" I said keeping a stern expression. "Nope, not a single bit" he said, taking a sip of his drink. "Then why don't you take the hint and stop staring, before I tell someone to kick you out for harassing me" I threat.
"Urgh, you're impossible, go home alone, I'm going out" he said, leaving me alone. "Wait, where are you going?" I said, grabbing his wrist.
I really don't know my limits.
"To drink and hook up, like you said, 3 weeks left before I'm not free anymore" he said, shaking out of my grip. "Fine, when one of these conquests end up pregnant, don't come running back to me" I said, walking I the opposite direction to him.
How is it possible to make a scene everywhere we go?
***
I laid on my bed, screaming in to my pillow. A week left before hell starts and I still haven't seen him ever since that time we had coffee together. I even tried calling but all I get is voicemail.
Jungkook, I'm sorry.
"I'm going to kill him the second I get my hands on him" I said, tempted to rip my pillow apart. "Kill who?" I heard an amused voice say. "Who do you think?" I sat up, glaring at him. "Aw, is my baby sad that she didn't get to see me for 2 weeks?" he pouted, sending me kissy faces not so long after.
"Baby? Really? How many whores have you called 'baby'?" I said, rolling my eyes. "Hm...I don't know, around 100 or so" he said, as if it was nothing. I'm not a jealous type but WHAT THE HELL?
I clenched my fist before swinging it in the air, making contact with his jawline. I'm pretty sure I heard something crack –yeah, your finger-. He groaned, cupping his jaw. "What was that for?" he shouted, checking his bruise –that I'm proud of- in the mirror.
"For being an asshole" I shrugged. It would be weird if I said that I was jealous, now I seem possessive over him. I HATE THE GUY, but we need to have a few God damn boundaries. Right?
Say yes.
You even know it yourself that I'm right and he's a simple man-whore, stuck half way up girls fake asses.
"Not a valid reason Hwayoung" he scoffed, wincing as he spoke. "To you it isn't, but to me it is" I smiled smugly, leaving the room. I hid the grin on my face and entered the kitchen. He snuck up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I'm going to kill him. He knows how badly it gets on my nerves when people get 'touchy' with me, romantic shit doesn't work so well with me.
"1 week left before I ruin your life" he whispered. "You mean before I ruin yours" I said. "Hit me with what you got, but I'm pretty sure within a day you're going to wish that you never met me. Remember my girlfriend, Haneul? Well we're back together and we both planned that you wish you never existed after we're done with you, sorry Hwayoung...not" he laughed darkly, walking out my apartment with the door left wide open.
I never did anything wrong with him and that girl, it wasn't my fault that he took me out shopping that day. It's his fault for not telling her in the first place. It's like he's stuck far up her ass, that he doesn't realise how much damage he's causing.
"What did I do to deserve this bullshit?" I said, closing the door, locking it shut –including the chain-.
Everything.
***
The next day, I woke up looking like a depressed piece of crap. Today's my lazy day. I changed into baggy black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. I grabbed a tub of ice-cream and sat on the sofa, eating it quietly as I watched TV on mute.
How fun!
Not.
I laid down, dropping the now empty tub on the coffee table beside me. "I'M FUCKING DONE WITH EVERYTHING! NEVER HAVE I EVER GOTTEN A FUCKING SAY! I'VE BEEN BULLIED, FORCED TO DO SHIT I DIDN'T WANT TO DO AND I'M STILL BEING TOLD WHAT TO DO! WHEN THE FUCK WILL YOU EVER GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO HAVE MY VOICE HEARD?" I screamed, letting tears stroll down my cheeks uncontrollably.
"*knock knock*" I heard, coming from the door. "FUCK OFF!" I screamed. I'm not depressed or anything, I just want to get a fucking word in every now and then instead of letting others dictate m- "*knock knock*" the person knocked again. I stood up, keeping a pissed expression glued to my face. This person really does not want to see my bad side.
I opened the door, ready to say my rant. But I froze.
"Is that something to say to your boyfriend of many years?" he chuckled, grinning at me.
TBC
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