Regret Me Not | 김석진

Twenty One

The frost outside melted slowly, the crystals reflecting sun rays that warmed Victoria's nose as she watched through the open window in her and Jin's room.

It was May fourteenth. In other words, it was Victoria's birthday.

The spring air whistled along to the tune a song thrush was singing from a branch not too far away.

Trees sprung up between the skyscrapers of Seoul, and she spotted a cluster in the far distance. It reminded her of the morning after the New Year's party. Beside her mistake, which she pushed into denial, Jungkook was still missing.

Iseul was going crazy with worry, as were the rest of them when they still couldn't find him by noon.

Turns out, he slept at the pool and hung out there for the day by himself. He needed peace and quiet to reflect on his encounter with Yoongi. In the end, they made up, but only because Jungkook agreed to give him the space he needed.

It made Victoria's heart ache that Yoongi was more distant with the kid in the past few months.

Before she could invest too much time in thinking, Jin came up behind her, wrapping his arms tight around her waist and pressing kisses to her neck.

"Let's go again," he whispered in a sultry tone.

She laughed a bit, which pulled Jin right out of his mood and into a pout. "We have to leave soon. Prost's, remember?"

He did, but he really just wanted to stay in bed with her all day.

They were all supposed to go to Prost's Bar and Grill to celebrate. Prost's was a new bar in Itaewon that was all the rage among young people. Jungkook had heard about it from one of his classmates that he attended Yonsei with.

Jin and Victoria met everyone else at the bar, as they had brought their own cars or been picked up by someone else. It turned out that Port's was too fancy for their liking, so they decided to opt for a diner-style fast food place down the street.

It was a lot of fun to just hang out with her friends. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and even Yoongi was smiling genuinely the whole night.

It wasn't until later that misfortune began to rear its ugly head.

Yoongi couldn't stop thinking about Victoria all night—for the past three months, actually. She was right in front of him, and he struggled not to stare at her or examine her features or do anything that Jin was able to do freely.

If there was one thing he knew, it was that fingertips had memories. And his couldn't forget the curves of her body.

He was a very straight-forward man, and he didn't like not getting what he wanted. However, he knew how stubborn Victoria was as well, so he decided to approach the situation carefully.

"When are you gonna tell Jin?" Yoongi asked bluntly when he caught Victoria alone at the beverage bar filling up drinks.

Her eyes flashed at him before she laughed. "Tell Jin what?"

"About us fucking."

She looked around, alarmed, and sighed in relief when she realized nobody had heard him—they were too far away, and they practically had the place to themselves. "I don't know what you're talking about," she insisted.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. It seemed he was the only one that cared about it. "You're really gonna play it this way, huh?"

Before anything else could be said, Jimin popped out of nowhere with a sly smile. "I know what you guys are talking about..."