Blessed Mistake

BM-11 [ part 1 ]

c h a p t e r : eleven

" where do you think your going "

Byul was fixing her 7cm black heels then stood up and stared at him for a good 5 seconds

Jungkook was confused, why was she wearing thay dress at night with her makeup on, was she really leaving?

" i dont think you have the rights to question me mr.jeon "

She spat before walking pass by him with her heels banging on the gigantic marble floor giving echoes to the almost empty cold house

Long slender fingers wrapped around her bare arm, her arm was tugged harshly to the point that her whole body turned around facing the culprit who grabbed her skinny arms before she even had the chance to make contact with the metal door knob

" i forbid you from stepping out from this house "

Jungkook growled, in his 24 years of living he had never been that serious, he stared at her trying to find or read her expression but his sharp eyes soften when he realised the look in her eyes looked like she was stabbed countless times

" oh on what right you have on me? mr.jeon ? "

Her voice cracked, she tried acting strong no she was a strong lady but not on her period, just not on that time of the month on those 7 days she would take a break from her strong heart and let it all out.

Byul tried peeling his hand off her arm but his grip was tight, as if he was holding something precious and was afraid that he would lose it . After unsuccessfully trying to take it off, she finally looked down from his gaze to his hand on her arm

" i have every right because i am still and always be your husband. Min sobyul. "

His voice was low, his eyes were dark . When looked at;;only pitch black emptiness could me seen

Even when he protested, it still couldn't beat how stubborn byul is everytime she's on her period. It was almost like she was possessed, only a possessed sobyul would have the guts to look at him straight in the eye and have the guts to even question him

" oh my, i care so much of the fact that im married. Oh my, my husband actually admited the fact that he's married oh my shocking "

She said in a mocking tone with an annoying smile spread on her lips before wiping it off her face completely

" for your information, i dont care if you lock me out, do what ever you want mr.jeon, eat that girl you kill youself or maybe throw me out or maybe perhaps murder me? Im already dead, inside. Why do you think i look emotionless? Why do you think i always have a monotone? Im dead inside mr.jeon. see you tomorrow, hopefully were all alive "

She spat, because of her words, his tight grip on her arm loosen giving her a chance to flee from his grip, with one last second to stare at him she ran ouy and went straight into a cab

>>>

" what can i get for this pretty lady? "

The attractive bartender that looks around the age 18 asked her flirtiously, she who has been sitting on the bar's chair with her leg's crossed for probably an hour finally looked his way.

After staring at girls with a better slimmer body with bigger chest makes her feel self conscious

" the strongest you have "

She said with a small smile, she isn't really familiar with alcohols but seeing TV it looked like it helps for those who's having a hard time or is stressed, alcohol is basically a bestfriend that never let's you down .