Chained Up - A Jungkook Fanfic

7. Silence and upcoming storm

§ Sae Ron §

"Yah, Jungkook! Why were you being so rude to your omma? She cares about you so much," the yelling raises an octave when I find my way back to his cabin after sending off ajumoni.

His eyes narrow at me but I stay put and don't let my gaze falter. "Don't talk about something you have no idea of. Besides, it's my personal life. You should stay out of it," he mutters coldly.

In a way, his words are harsh but true. I shouldn't try to meddle into their business. If they're having an issue, they'll resolve it on their own. Still, my hyperactive brain can't stop forming a few ifs and buts. The way Jungkook behaved with ajumoni today was far from how a son should treat his omma. What if I'm the one who can help these two patch up?

But then there's my other plan to stay as much away from Jungkook as possible. My eyes flicker to his face again. He's barely displaying any other emotion except for irritation.

Ani, this guy definitely doesn't need any help.

"Fine," a huff escapes my lips. "I won't ask you, nor bother you."

"I couldn't be more thankful," he says sarcastically. "How about we don't talk to each other and just concentrate on our work for a while?"

As if I'm dying to talk to you, mister?!

Frowning, I walk over to my workspace, not sparing him a reply. On second thought, this is actually a very good idea, considering I'm in dire need to avoid you, fool.

A comfortable silence drapes over the room and the two of us indulge in the heap of files meant to be worked on. Keeping our mouths shut for this long is harder than I had imagined, but we're surely pulling this off.

He asks for a file regarding the new project and I hand it over to him. A question peeps in my mind and as always, my mouth decides to move without taking my permission. "I'm in no position to ask you this, but I'm curious. Why did you have so much work pending on the day I joined? It looked like you could've finished it in three-four days. But that day, when I arrived, you were just starting from the scratch. Were you busy before that?"

He gives me an incredulous look. "I thought you were not supposed to talk to me?"

You did not just go there.

"Thanks for reminding me." It's safe to call my voice a low-key grunt as I feel my annoyance taking over. "Now, I'll make sure not to say a word to you. For real." I turn on my heels but a warm hand clasps around my wrist and holds me back. The contact makes my skin shudder with a delicious sensation, nearly setting it ablaze.

I had feelings for him back in our teenage years too. However, the impact of his touch is nothing like it was back then; it's way more electrocuting now. There's an undeniable temptation slowly and unknowingly oozing into the not-so-foreign feeling of love. I feel victimized by it somehow, but I have no clue if he feels the same.

"Hey, I was just kidding, okay? My weekend before the last week was actually ruined because of Jimin hyung and his friend Namjoon hyung. They basically kidnapped me so that I could take a break from work and have a vacation. I had no choice but to go along with it. Little did I know that it would only add to my pressure later on." He gives my hand a small jerk, but I don't turn around. "Hey, Sae Ron, are you listening?"

My head can't seem to form a reply. Not because I'm angry with him, but because I'm angry with myself. My mind shouldn't be thinking this way; heck, my body shouldn't be reacting this way either. This is wrong on so many levels.....

I try to slip my hand out of his grasp but his grip only gets tighter. "Are you really not going to talk?"

I stay silent.