part two,
eleven days after- ;
jungkook sat on the rotting leather chair in his dimly lit office, the packet of cigarettes sprawled across the desk, even though none of them had been lit just yet.
he held an empty glass of whisky in his palm, twirling it around, and if the glass were to be filled, it would be spilling over the edges. jungkook did not care, why would he need to care? it wasn't as if anyone was here to scold him.
jungkook could only think of her voice as he continued to sit on the leather. he had given up on twirling the empty glass, and resulted into laying in a hunched position over his desk, clutching his forehead as a headache started to form.
her voice he thought, angelic and soft, nothing compared to how he was feeling at the current moment. he laughed coldly when he remembered certain events where he had heard that voice.
jungkook recalled the moment where they decided to go to the local swimming pool, he stayed up all that night, giddy inside when he pictured her arms encircling his waist, the skin-on-skin contact making the deep blush rise onto his pale cheeks. you have been working out, she had said.
he remembered the time where she screamed from underneath him, i love you's and never leave me's pouring from her ragged breathes as he ran his hands through his sweaty hair.
he craved to hear her voice again, he longed for it.
jungkook didn't even try to stop himself as he groggily reached over to grasp his phone, unlocking it and finding her contact almost immediately. his thumb hovered over the call button, and he wanted to pull away but the alcohol told him to do it, although that was what he had thought.
it rang and rang, but she did not pick up, and jungkook could feel his heart breaking all over again.
hello, it seems that i can not get to the phone right now, please leave me a message...
"eunbin," the boy whispered, voice almost cracking at the mention of her name, "i-".
but jungkook did not know what to say. he lifted his head from the desk, looking down to stare at the centre of the empty glass of whisky, eyebrows furrowed as his vision became hazy with liquor.
"sometimes i look at the bottom of my glass and i wonder where all of the whisky went..." he trailed off and began to swirl the glass between his fingers again. he couldn't help but smirk, not believing that he was so close to talking to her.
"then i start to wonder where you went and what you might be doing right now and with who," he sighed, dropping his smirk and reaching over to grab another bottle of whisky, "then i start to fill my glass again."
