pastel [3]

thirty two

Taehyung's point of view

How in hell was I supposed to face Jungkook after that whole incident?! The debacle caused by my non-existent self control was both exhilarating and mortifying. Winding me up to release the deepest of my desires, only to be punched back with the reality that Jungkook was still in a relationship, and I had nearly given everything to him.

Instead of speaking about it like mature adults, I avoided the topic altogether, trying to brush off the interaction by focusing on my bucket list of things to do, preparing for our picnic in which we would be completely platonic and friendly...

Yeah even I didn't believe that.

It was frustrating that even five days later Jungkook still hadn't broken up with his girlfriend - according to Daehyun's weird spying on the two. Still making up his mind is what Daehyun told me, which translated to him avoiding her as well.

Despite the irritability of knowing I still had to keep my distance, the thoughts of our connection also brought up even more questions about why Jungkook had been in my house to begin with. One minute he was sitting with Venus in a restaurant, then ten minutes later he's hiding in my wardrobe?! I'd tried reaching out and asking my mother, but she seemed to want very little to do with me now that I was fully mortal. It would probably upset whatever deal she made, considering her intervention could create an imbalance. The logic of her decisions didn't make me any less pissed off, accidentally cursing at her when I had made an offering which had ended in the gas stove top blowing up - thanks mum, appreciate it.

Nearly a week later I still hadn't faced Jungkook, terrified of how he would respond after taking time to process me nearly fucking him...  instead I would sit outside the police station everyday around the time of his lunch break, watching from concealed distance to see how he was. A comfort settled like a warmth in my chest when I got to observe the slow brightening of his character. Beginning with more frequent pretty smiles, transitioning to chatty and curious energy that reflected onto the various people who would visit him. The sun was rising on the hollowness I had felt in him when we had been so close, whether it was from the closure my presence brought or the thrill of a rekindled love, I tried not to focus on the why and just appreciate the peace of it all.

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Today I sat outside the police station with a purpose that wasn't spying on the boy I was in love with. No this time I held a carefully scrawled invitation in my hand, with all the information needed for our picnic outing written in the neatest writing I could manage despite not having held a pen in nearly a decade. Thankfully it was being used for its true purpose and not as a torture weapon.

This time I was going to bite my nerves and face him. Because this pretending of serenity was going to drive me insane if I played into it any longer.

"Fancy seeing you here." A new but strangely familiar voice spoke with lathered sweetness. Why did this person know me? Was my first thought, gaze breaking away from the station to look up at the handsome face of the waiter who had served me just a week ago. A brush of cherry redness heated my cheeks when I recalled how dumb I had acted in his presence, hand lifting to cover my mouth with a subconscious attempt to not drool again.

"Oh... ah Hi," I stammered up quietly, trying to not focus on how sharp and enchanting the boy's eyes were as that powerful stare raked over every inch of my pastel attire. It felt like flames dancing across my skin with the ardence of his gaze.

"You and your brother made quite the show the other day."

"Oh... I hoped no one would remember that," I admitted with a sigh, free hand falling to pick at the intricate lace of the table cloth in hopes to distract from the burning of heat across my skin. It did not help at all when the waiter pulled out the seat across from me and sat down.