"Don't ignore my calls anymore..." I said frowning, feeling hurt. Kiara was sitting on my bed explaining to me the whole situation. Three days passed from the incident and I didn't see her or talked with her until she came to my door about an hour ago. I couldn't find her in the dormitory neither in the whole campus so I persumed she was at Taehyung's.
"I won't. I was just..." Kiara said looking down at her nails, biting her lips.
"I know." I mumbled, slowly pulling her form into mine, hugging her. She felt sorry for everything that happened. She said she never found out why Taehyung attacked Richard. He never talked about it with her, but she guessed it was probably just because of the outbursts he ocasionally had. Even though she partly knew about Richard, she still never wanted for Taehyung to act like that towards him, saying that after all, he was my father.
She also explained his disorder. He acted normal most of the time, but he would sometimes get angry at small things, and when the things were more serious he would become violent. Few times, as she said, fury overtook him out of nowhere, without any reason. The strangest thing about his condition was that he would never get violent with the people he cared about. He had fights with Kiara as well as with his family and friends, but those fights would never get physical. When Kiara told me that, I felt like a rock had been lifted off my chest. I felt at ease that he never acted like that towards her.
After she told me everything, I finally made us some coffe and we just sat talking about random stuff, catching up on things since we didn't get to spend much time together, college being the reason.
"Ah, don't make me go... you know what happened last time." I whined, hoping that she wouldn't infiltrate but I was wrong.
"Ah, please! It's just a club, and Eden is out of our lifes, okay? Nothing bad will happen. Besides, the four of us didn't get a chance to go out together again.. since that happened." She stopped, remembering again about what happened and I saw she still felt guilty even though I tried to reassure her that it was okay.
I sighed still having a bit of hope she would just give up.
"Jungkook's coming, isn't that reason enough?" She smirked at me, making me instantly blush.
"I know something's going on between the two of you, I mean c'mon, he's with you all the time." She got closer, staring directly into my eyes. "Spill it." My cheeks got even hotter. She was waiting fot me to say something but nothing came out of my mouth.
I never talked about Jungkook or our relationship with anyone. What was our realtionship again? I didn't know. Everything with him was kind of new to me. Even though I had one boyfriend when I was fifteen, whom I kissed once and with whom I broke up after a month. But with Jungkook, it was so different from back then. He would kiss me so randomly and I would let him, dying slowly every time. I was aware of my feelings but we never confessed to each other and knew what we actually were and that was confusing me, yet I wasn't ready to mention it.
"I will go." I stuttered, mentally slapping myself for accepting to go to the club, just so I could avoid talking about me and Jungkook.
"Let's get ready then." I jumped from the bed in fear that she would ask something again but she just squealed in happiness jumping from the bed herself.
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I was happy Kiara didn't make me wear as unconfortable dress and heels as last time, but she still insisted of me wearing some dress. It was one that was how she would say 'sexy yet comfy'. The biggest relief I felt was actually wearing my favourite boots instead of heels, and so I felt more relaxed about going, knowing that I wouldn't have to pay much attention on pulling the dress all the time or trying not to fall from my feet.
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•Limerence | JJK•
Fanfiction"You wouldn't do it." I said with a nervous smile plastered on my face. "I fucking would and that's what scares me the most!" His words were ringing in my ears as I had an epiphany about the harsh reality I was in. • This is a work of fiction. Names...