misunderstood || bts x red velvet

➣ Forty Four

People were too focused on either being drunk or getting drunk to notice the two together again. Her fingers were now tangled in his hair as his fingers dug into her waist to keep her as close as possible. Seulgi wrapped another arm around his neck, bringing him closer to her, their barely drunk breaths washing over each other.

"Seulgi." He whispered, breaking the kiss. Her lips were swollen and pink, and her hair was a perfect mess. She looked breathtaking.

But this was wrong.

"Please." She whispered, shocking him. It was so quiet, he thought it was just in his head, but when he saw her pleading expression, he knew it wasn't.

"We can't." He argued, half-hoping for her to walk away and half-hoping she'd say no.

"Please." She said again, one hand still on his now warm neck, the edges of his soft hair just bristling her fingers. She stared right into his eyes, reaching into the deepest, darkest part of his soul. She was getting to him, and Seulgi knew it was wrong, but she could see he needed the closure.

She needed to closure.

So she followed with stumbling steps as he wrapped his fingers around her wrist in an oddly satisfying bone-crunching hold as they slipped into a closed room.

It was painfully quiet in there, as the door shut softly behind them. The beat of whatever pop song that was playing was now just a blurry thump, the loudest sound being their exhausted pants. Looking around, there were no pictures or memoirs and no other soul. Without thinking, Jungkook had managed to bring the to the farthest guest room which no one went to.

Lucky us.

And only when he turned away from the door and saw her standing there, so small and fragile, did they crash together again.

|| a/n : if u were here for smut then im sorry i just dont write that ish

but just to answer any questions, no they didn't, but they made out ;)

on with the story

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Once again, the room was quiet, aside from the two bodies catching their breaths. They lay side by side on the bed, its perfectly made sheets now ripped from its neat hold. A navy shirt lay discarded on the planked floor, alongside a pair of dress shoes. A pair of black heels lay scattered and forgotten on the other side of the bed.

"Why?" Jungkook spoke softly, turning to face her, sweat rubbing against the white pillow beneath his tousled hair.

"Why what?" Seulgi questioned, unable to move her eyes from the ceiling, afraid that she'd fall into his trap again.

"This." He said, reaching out to her bare arm, feeling her tense and relax before continuing to trace invisible patterns on her skin with his thumb.

"This," She started, turning on her side to face him, breathing deeply to keep her eyes on his eyes and not his body. "This was closure."

He hummed in confusion and his brows furrowed, almost making Seulgi smile.

"This was goodbye." Head spinning and heart racing, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead before swinging her legs over her edge of the bed, grabbing her heels and rushing out of the room. Her heart was breaking again, but this would be the last time the reason would be Jungkook.

There were less people, the crowd thin and the front door wide open for people to leave. She glanced at the clock with her heels still in hand: 12:46.

3 hours?

She hadn't realised how long she was in that room with Jungkook for, but it was surely for more than half an hour.

She gasped at how distraught she looked when she faced the big mirror by the front door, but sighed. Her heart was still racing and her head was spinning even more dangerously. It was like she was drunk.

But she was drunk on something else.

"Seulgi?" A voice called from behind her. It wasn't Jungkook, it was Jimin, and she knew it by the sweetness in his tone. The concern. She couldn't face him. Her hair was a mess and her face was probably messier, so she didn't. Instead she ran.

She ran down the expensive looking corridor and down a less expensive looking stairwell, her heartbeat never slowing down. She was sure there were footsteps behind her, and she was sure they were Jimin's so she didn't stop, the heels in her fingers clacking together with every step she skipped. Her athletic limbs allowed her to sprint fast and hop down with ease whilst Jimin was still running. She had slammed the stairwell door behind her to slow him down, but she knew it was just a matter of time before he caught up.

She reached the bottom and sprinted out into the chandelier donned lobby where people from upstairs were leaving in Uber's and not drunk friends. Looking back, Seulgi saw a flash of blond and quickly, she snapped back, finding a side door and slipping out of it.

The silence outside was amazing. The door had led to another road, not desolate but currently empty. It was much less busy then the main one, which was probably piling with cars by now. The chill bit at her bare skin, but she took it as comforting, bringing coolness to her warm body. Jungkook's scent still sticking on her body. The side door opened and closed and there were footsteps.

"Seulgi?" It was Jimin again. He was worried. He could see the tangles in her black hair and the heels in her hand. He ignored it, knowing she had a reason. He trusted her. "Seulgi?"

She spun around to face him again, tears in her eyes, guilt stinging at her heart.

But only for a matter of seconds.

"I'll see you at home." She whispered.

She spun round again and ran onto the rough tarmac, only wanting to slip into her covers and sleep the exhaustion away, alone for awhile.

But she couldn't.

Just halfway across the road, a horn blared in her ears, along with a fearful cry from a certain boy behind her. She slowed to turn to him only to see his eyes blown wide and his legs moving forwards.

But he was moving so slow.

Because in seconds she felt a bone shattering crash to her hip, sending her sprawling across the tarmac, the little bumps scraping the skin away from her arms and legs. When she stopped rolling, the car was barely a distance away and she watched as the car door flew open and a student stepped out of it. Her head began to spin and she swallowed, only to cough.

A tangy, metal taste filled her mouth.

Blood.

Blood splattered across the road as she spat it out and her throat burned. Blood dripped into her mouth from her cheekbone and she wanted to scream and cry in pain at the stinging on her torn up limbs and shattered skull.

But she couldn't.

No sound was able to leave her lips before a flash of blond popped into her vision.

And then complete darkness.