The Truth Untold || J.Jk

23. Expect the unexpected

A what?

A witch?

Did I hear it wrong?

Or was I that caught up in my thoughts that I accidentally asked him 'where is the broom?'

Like you know how witches fly on brooms? So he said that a witch took it far away from him?

Wait or do witches fly on carpets?

What? No that's Aladdin.

For God's sake, this is supposed to be a serious ass conversation!

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We both are here, under the dark sky, sitting on the green grass.

Our legs are resting on the ground that slowly slopes downwards and at the end, there was a small pond with crystal-clear water and dead leaves floating on it, it was reflecting the shinning moon on its water. As the earthy smell entered my nostrils, it made my mind calm down automatically.

The soft, fresh breeze was blowing around us, caressing our faces ever so gently, causing some of the strands of both mine and Jungkook's hair to go here and there. The trees were swaying and the only thing that could be heard was the rustling of the leaves.

"Dad was with us only 12 years ago." Jungkook whispered under his breath after a moment of silence. I stopped thinking about anything else and just focused on the man sitting beside me. My heart clenched, now I understood, that's why he became so emotional, it has been long since Mr. Jeon left everything and everyone but his memories still linger in his head, burning his heart.

It really must have been very painful for him.

"But he left, left us like a heartless demon, like we were never there like we never meant anything to him." Slowly, the sadness disappeared as anger engulfed his deep voice.

What? I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him.

Why is he talking like this?

Why is he-

"He left with her." Jungkook uttered every single word with intense hate and disgust.

My eyes widened and before I knew it, a loud gasp had escaped my mouth. Almost instantly my right hand jumped upwards my face, covering my mouth, preventing myself from making any other weird noises from shock. I kept on looking at him, at his eyes that were looking at the dark pond continuously searching for an answer, wanting to know that what I am thinking right now, whether it is wrong or not.

I never expected this to be the answer to my question.

Never ever in my entire life.

"It's not like we didn't have good memories, we did, and a lot of them, It's not like he did not love eomma, he did, and with all his heart but still that man chose to be like one of the other cheap men." He continued, while looking deeply at the pond, like all that he was saying, it was all written on the pond and he was just simply reading it out.

"When I was small, I always asked eomma where dad is, every time making her speechless and making her remember all the pain over and over again. Not being able to lie to me every single day, she said to me 'A witch took him far away from us' of course she wouldn't tell me that your dad left us with another fucking slut. From that day on I hated and still hate that faceless so-called witch and everything associated with her, who without showing up, broke my entire world into the tiniest pieces possible."

He exhaled out loudly after finishing his sentence like he said all these in just one breath and slowly looked up at the clear violet and dark blue sky with no clouds stopping the crystal-like stars glitter in their topmost level. Lighting up the whole sky, the earth, the park, and us like fairy lights.

The night was dead silent.

The light breeze now feeling empty. It looks as if the entire universe was mourning with us for our loss. I realized something, something shocking. He just said that he hates everything related to that lady.

"Then what about your dad-"

"Simple, I hate and shun him as well."

I don't know how to console him, I don't know, at this stage what would make him feel better perhaps because nothing will he was just like me, so I looked down at my black net dress instead. Mr. Jeon doesn't know what he lost, knowingly he separated himself from his other half that he's never gonna get back cause doesn't deserve them anymore.

After seeing me drowning in my own thoughts, Jungkook called my name to get my attention.

"Let's go home now, It's getting pretty late." He said standing up. I simply nodded and got up with Jungkook's help and started looking around on the grass searching for something.

"What happened? What are you looking for?" He asked, probably noticing how frustrated I was getting.

"My heels," I said, "where are my heels?"

Jungkook and I started looking for the heels that I took off and kept on the grass. Suddenly something caught my attention while looking for my stilettos which in turn made my eyes teary.

"My heels....." I said lowly, pointing at my heels that were now floating on the pond, being carried away by the direction of flow of the water. Jungkook looked up from the grass and looked at where I was pointing.

"How in the world did it end up there?" He questioned in confusion.

"It slid down this sloppy area." I said looking at it getting carried away, sadly.

"Now what?" he asked.

"I have to walk up to the car barefoot."

"You might not want to because many dogs shit here on the grass." He replied.

My jaw fell.

"I might not want to walk on dog shit but WHEN DID I SAY I WANT TO SIT ON DOG SHIT?!"

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND? WE SAT ON DOG SHIT, YOU KNEW IT AND STILL YOU SAT ON IT? IF YOU WANTED TO SIT ON DOG SHIT SO MUCH YOU SIT BUT WHY IN THE WORLD DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? I DIDN'T WANT TO SIT ON DOG-"

My lips automatically got glued together as Jungkook suddenly stepped forward and lifted me up in bridal style, my head bumped against his hard chest and my hands tightly gripped around his neck in reflex.

His sudden action made my heart leap out of my chest, not because it was romantic or anything, you know like anyone would be damn surprised if a handsome man suddenly lifted them up in bridal style.

I felt so weird.

His face suddenly started coming closer until I could feel his hot breath fanning my face, his sweaty fringes came in contact with my forehead, making my forehead slightly wet with his sweat and I could clearly see all his fine, manly facial features.

My breath hitched.

When his face was like one or two centimeters away from mine, he paused there for about a second or two when he looked at me straight in the eyes so intensely that I started getting nervous, his eyes showed no emotions, his lips were stiff, no smile and he was inhaling and exhaling loudly.

When I felt like breathing was getting very complicated for me I looked away at my left, trying to catch my breath when I felt his head moving, what took my soul away from my body was when started feeling his breath on the right side of my neck and soon his fringes came in contact with my right cheek.

And not too long after that.

"You were talking too much."

I listened to 'kill this love' almost 100 times today, someone send help.