I looked up to see tears flowing down his cheeks. Sitting up straight, I wiped them away with my hand. ❛I didn't know we had so much in common, Jungkook.❜
He turned to me and that's when I realized ── our faces were only inches apart.
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When...
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❛ ʏᴇʀɪɴ ❜
"Why did it bother you when you saw me kissing that girl?"
It had been seconds or maybe minutes since his question — who knew. It was the last thing I had expected him to ask me.
"Yerin?"
I looked at my side to see him staring right into my eyes. Concern and worry was evident in his face. I must've been silent for too long.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he said.
"No, you didn't. Why'd you stop driving?" I snapped.
He started driving again, and replied, "Because you were taking too long to respond. If you aren't comfortable, what's taking you so long?"
All of a sudden, his words fit into place. It sunk in.
It wasn't him with the problem. Something must have been wrong with me.
"I'm extremely sorry. What was I thinking? I shouldn't have said those things to you in your office that day, when I didn't even have the right to interfere in your personal matters in the first-" I halted, causing him to look at me.
"Why am I blabbering?" He only smiled as a response to my rhetorical question.
"On a serious note, you can't deny that you were bothered by it," he said quietly.
I thought for a second and replied in all honesty, "That's correct. Although I don't think 'bothered' is the right word, I can't deny that I was affected by it."
"Yes. I want to know the reason behind that."
Now it almost seems like he's trying to make me say something in particular.
"You had been acting very friendly to me ever since the day I got to know you were Yoongi oppa's brother. Then you helped plan my birthday. I guess I just didn't take you as the womanizer type."
I could see he was taken aback. He pushed the brakes hard, and the car came to a sudden halt. If it wasn't for the seatbelt, I would have bumped straight into the dashboard. I looked forward to see that we were in a dimly lit road, with no one in sight. I felt nervous, all of a sudden.
"Is-is that what I am to you? A playboy?" He asked. I couldn't decide between 'yes' or 'no' because both of them happened to be my answer.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," I replied, my voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper.
Without any word, he started driving again. When minutes had passed in silence, he finally said, "It's not you who's hurt anyone, Yerin."
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It was finally a long-awaited and well-deserved weekend. Since two days had already passed, I had convinced myself to stop feeling bad about what I said to Jungkook.
