Trash Author | JJK

(13) I N C O N S I S T E N T

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Sorry for the SUPER LATE update!! I think it's been A MONTH since I last updated? OMG IDK ANYMORE A MONTH OR TWO

Anyways,

I am currently working on a new short story that I'm going to publish once all of the chapters in that story are completed and edited so stay tune for my announcement regarding to my new book!

A lot of things happened last month and that includes my grandma passing away. Plus, school had already started but that doesn't mean I would slack off. I will still update the Trash Author as much as I could! Thank you for reading!!! :)

My 17th BIRTHDAY WAS ON JULY 15 EVERYONE! YEY!

I decided to update this weekend since MIRACULOUSLY, I DON'T HAVE ANY HEAVY TASKS TO DO AT HOME SO ENJOY!

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Jaira

"Caught in a lie~"

The only distinctive voice that I'll never get sick of. I've been stuck into addiction of his voice, like an alcoholic indulging himself a dozen shots of alcohol whenever he's in distress. An on-loop tune singing through my ear drums, the source coming from a pair of wireless headset. This is a subconscious reflection of my inner being, caught between his undeniable charm and voice ringing soundlessly like a typical lullaby. A soothing yet vigorous song coming from a sweetheart, my fragile man.

The more I am drawing myself to him, the longer my desire for his presence continues. Am I really caught in a superficial consciousness? Do I have any idea of what I am really doing right now? Is this wrong or is this right?

Dearest Jimin, tell me I am caught in a lie.

Creak!

A shot of realization bore a hole through my being as the pain in my in-between area stinged and the creaking of the bed towered over the singing voice of my man during one of his concerts somewhere. I had to pull out the earbuds from my ear in my annoyance.

"Hey, is that all you've got?" I growled at the stranger above me. I kicked the useless guy off as he was hovering over me.

"Umm... I was really trying my hardest here and all I received was an expressionless face of yours while listening to that for god knows what song you were listening. How are you going to enjoy your time right now if your focus is on that thing, miss?"

"You just stated an explanation proving that you are a boring guy and definitely no fun." I rolled my eyes at him. I rose from the bed and went on wearing my underwear and one piece knee-length dress. I shoved my phone into my purse, wore my heels and went to mirror to fix myself. I felt his gaze darting at me but who cares, he is a no one.

I went straight to the suite's door and gave him a glance before twisting the knob, "The next time we meet, address me by my profession not miss. You don't know me and so you are to me." I twisted the knob and pulled it before slamming it behind my back. I let out a heavy sigh.

"His thing is big but he doesn't know how to use it properly. Useless idiot, why did I waste my fucking Sunday night with him?" I asked myself unconsciously as I was walking down the hall of this building.

Why did I choose to waste my night instead of resting at my house?

Is it called 'resting' if you, yourself knew and felt that you aren't really resting at all?