Often | JJK

十

"What the fuck was that for?!"

The guiltiness grew in me as I saw him touching his left cheek, by now reddened for the smack I gave him.

He is drunk, Cher

I analysed his body for a moment, unable to sustain his disappointed expression, the eyes that were used to be smiley looked just puffy.

His lips were formed into a litte pout, his hair messy on his sweaty head.

The stained t-shirt hugged him perfectly, from his wide strong shoulders to his thin waist. His features were just manly, but how could they be cute at the same time?

ThanI lost 20 years of my life, when I saw his jeans getting tight, right in front of my shocked eyes.

I wasn't 100% sure, if he was actually turned on forreal ,but as I saw him lowering his head, to check out his lower part, I wanted to disappear instantly.

"Stop that."       

His raspy voice made my eyes instantly leave his jeans,embarrassment evident, but his eyes were too blurry to even recognize my eye color.

"What?"

He crossed his arms against his chest, flexing his muscles under the thin t-shirt he was wearing.

"No need to stare down like that, I change my mind."

I just stared shocked at him, unable to say a word.

"What? I would never touch you, not even with a finger I rather get burn alive, Jeongguk."

He slowly smiled cheekily, a triumphant expression expanded on his visage.

"Just by looking at you, it's going down."

The blush on my cheeks was worse, but not only for the embarresment, also for the anger.

I felt kind of hurt, even I knew he was a jerk.

But still I was ready to wait for him and help him, even I barely knew him, while for what little I knew him, I could say for sure that I didn't like him.

So he have been a bastard from the start, disrespecting and humiliating me.

I got hurt, while he just did that for tediousness.

Why am I still here?

"But somehow, it must have been lifted up."

What the fuck did I just say? I face palmed myself when my insicurity was identifiable in my voice.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was drunk, I would have been already dead.

I was immensely ridiculous.

I was just hoping he wouldn't remember anything the next day.

"Chee, this was unexpected."

And than there it was, his confidence. "And inappropriate" He added.

It was just a moment that he seemed weak in my eyes, but even drunk the confidence could never leave him.

He looked down at me,  with the aura of superiority. His tongue was already playing with the mental ring on his rosy lip.

I didn't  know why I felt humiliated again.

His bunny teeth were by now in the foreground, his almond-shaped rounded eyes were more shiny than before.

Full of entertainment.

I closed my eyes, praying, as he did one step towards me. I knew, it would be much better if I wouldn't face him.

I didn't felt intimidated, but just weak.

He made me feel like a weak fool.

His stupid smile was mighty.

I felt his intoxicated breath on my neck, it was hot against my skin, but it didn't fail to give me goosebumps all over my body.

"Nice try, but" he chuckled lightly.

I felt everything.

He found that funny.

"I'm not into depressed virgins."

In that moment, I was just planning mentally how to ignore him the rest of my life, while eventually preparing myself for his homicide.

I just murmured a low "bastard", before stepping back towards my bedroom under his amused eyes.

"And the next time Rebecca makes fun of you, Chee." He jokingly pointed his finger at me. "talk back the way you did with me."

Why did I let him playing with me again? Was it that hard to ignore him? Yes.

Did I promise myself to ignore him? Yes.

Even when he is about to die? Yes.

I reached the door without looking back at him, even I felt his presence on each inch of my skin.

So I entered in my room, slamming the door as loud I could.

He had low standards, his niveau was one of the lowest.

His beauty was the key, the secret card he used to win every game.

But he can't win when I won't let him play.

I found myself watching out the window with tired eyes, the night was cold, but I felt the fire on my body for the previous situation.

Definitely a night to forget.

I was just wondering, if he was still able to wash the vomit he let in the bathroom.

I sighed frustrated at the thought of waking up with the smell, before going to the shitty school.

Why would he care?

My eyelids were heavy, but I didn't dare to close them, before I could see two figures stepping out of the car.

One I immediately recognized.

Taehyung was such a good friend, I thought.

Seeing Jimin having difficulties with going, my thoughts landed on Jeongguk again.

"What the fuck happend to the bathroom?!" I heard a voice screaming.

Will I broke the promise? Yes.