Lust ➳k.th

XXXI

❝Little did she knew,
he thinks about her too.❞

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S O F I A

EVERYTHING, CRUMBLED DOWN everything that, I believed in fell apart, like a perfect-picture burned at the seams, forlorn, absurd, were now the vivid torturous images, that plagued my mind as I gulped, lowering the glass of water I was holding. It was becoming more and clear that, I was not yet; prepared to face Mia. It is against my will to stay locked up in a room, confide in there till the wedding; it was ridiculously cowardly.

I was everything, but I was not a coward. I knew the sin, I committed was beyond forgiveness. I did not deserve sympathy. The way the last few days, have passed, without any signs of mockery or expositions, I am beginning to reach a solid conclusion.
I was wrong, my involvement with Taehyung, was wrong. The feelings I possessed towards him, shouldn't be there in the first place. I should've kept my distance, I should've been careful.

But there was no point in regretting over my actions anymore, what ever has taken place between us, between the three of, with Mia also being involved in the judgment, nothing will change. Whatever that was happening will continue to do so. The only difference was that Mia no longer trusts me, she hates me.

And she has every right to do so.

A heavy knock against the dark oak door, pulled me out of my reverie as I straighted up, squaring my shoulders, not long before regarding the door with a dull stare, I sighed out with trepidation, gnawing at my tired bones, before with no further announcement the door was pushed open. Dismayed, he stood staring darkly at my figure, that somehow appeared to be shrunk when, he stepped fully inside the room. His face was sullen, as he pushed his hands into the holes of his pockets, and I sucked in the air, breathing into the musky scent of, his cologne.

       “I hate to see you this way,” Jimin murmured, drawing near me, as I stood up hotly cheeks ablaze, raising to my feet. He moved standing a foot have from me, for I gulped hardly, forcing myself to behold his hard stare, that was annoyed at my firm posture, and my clear sense of bravado, in the act of appearing headstrong in front of him.

I mean who was I fooling? This was Park Jimin, he knew everything about me. He was always aware of my troubles, even the lies I told him, the betrayal that, I rewarded him with for his everlasting love, his companionship, his serene presence that never ceased to amaze me at, how fast I grew on him.

“Sofia?” He spoke again, this time a little more gently, heat rushed to my cheeks as he grazed my face, with his warm callus hands.

“I am fine,” was my short reply. I was not fine at all; of course.

         “Keep saying it, but before that ask yourself truly, are you fine?” Jimin laughed, shaking his head, in mild disbelief as he closed the distance between us, my heart raced and my eyes narrowed when I caught the mirthless smile, that was dangerously dancing across his lips,“I will be watching you tonight.”