More than meets the eye | BTS (J.JK) x Reader

Chapter 18

Your point of view:

I shut my eyes and tighten my fists at his words trying to regain my composure.

"You can't talk to me like this or tell me what to do. Outside of work you're not my boss." I say with a shaky breath.

He looks back at me and smirks, "That's right. I become your landlord."

I push him away angrily, "What are you doing?!"

He seems surprised by my action.

"Is it fun? Playing with me. Do you enjoy it that much? Is it something you like to do when you're feeling bored? I know you despise me. I'm just some gold digger stray dog for you, isn't that right? So just stop whatever twisted game you're doing and stay away from me!"

He cups my face with his hand and my heart flutters at his soft touch.

I gulp and look away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction to have some sort of power over me which he clearly has.

He lifts my chin so that my eyes meet his gaze, "Don't look away, don't look away from me."

I bite the inside of my cheek, my heart hammering in my chest as I'm on the edge of breaking, having him this close to me.

His hand goes back to my face "I'm not..."

I slam his hand away, "Don't!"

I push him again and get away from him but as I'm about to walk out of the dim corridor he holds my hand stopping me from leaving. His hand touching mine sends shivers down my spine and I can't help but thinking how my hand fits perfectly with his which hurts me even more.

"Eun Ji."

I freeze at the sound of his voice calling my name and I bite my lip trying to keep my tears from falling.

Eun Ji...

I've never heard him call me like this and it just makes my heart aches knowing I'll never be with him.

Why? Why are you doing this to me Jeon Jungkook?

He makes me turn and puts his hands on my shoulders, his eyes searching for mine.

As I look up at him I feel a tear rolling down my cheek, "Please... Let me go." I beg him.

I see a hint of sadness in his eyes or at least it's what it looks like but then again why would he ever be sad when it comes to me?

He lets go of my hand and I leave hastily without turning back.

*Why does he keep playing with my heart? And most importantly why do I keep letting him?*

As I walk down the stairs to the room I see my date typing on his phone.

I gently tap his shoulder and he turns a bit startled.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks with concern.

I bit my lip embarrassed, "Can we please go?"

The last thing I want is to spend another minute sitting across him...

His brows crease in confusion, "Did something happen?"

I look down at my fingers playing nervously with my purse, "I... Erm..."

He stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder, "Sure, okay let's go."

I sigh feeling a bit better.

Once inside the car he leans back on his seat and faces me, "Do you want to tell me what it is about?"

I wish I'd have someone to share this with, to confide in but I know I can't, "I'd rather not..."