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my surroundings, dark, pale, lifeless. how could someone so dead to me effect me like this?
by "dead to me" i don't mean i hate my Minnie or anything. im just frustrated that hes off limits.
"ive been here before..."
"white modern furniture, open plan floor" mumbling under my breath i can feel a presence, i warm one. looking around, i see big open space. enough to fit like two giant elephants. theres a night stand, lamp, oh and a open bathroom door with the lights on.
wait.
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slowly, and quietly like a mouse i creep up onto the door step of the large penthouse. as i am like this close to freedom out of nowhere a hand stops me. i feel like throwing a fit but that would be uncalled for. just like this stupid marriage.
"kookie. your awake." he has a cold tone to his voice like if hes gesturing to me "stay or die"
"minnie look-"
"is it the marriage?" "because if it is Jungkook i would find it odd that your in such distress that you faint in the grocery store instead of being happy for me."
"its not that simple! okay?" "you caught me by surprise."
"i hate this part, kookie"
"what part?" i mumble "the part that breaks our friendship." ugh friendship. what even is that anymore? "ive known you since we were children for god sake! jungkookie, you don't adapt to change well." "and i knew it was coming but i tried to ignore the fact that you didn't text me back after i had told you, but-"
"its okay minnie."
"i wasnt really apologizing but okay." still such a brat im not surprised. i roll my eyes. sitting down on the kitchen counter and move my reddish locks out of my eyes.
then i catch jimins eyes saring below me.
it was quick but i was very sure of it.
"your staring."
"your shirtless" he shrugs
"seriously you took my shirt off?" "why?" i cover my face in embarrassment as he starts tracing the lines of my abs. "there was wine and sweat all over you" "the bottle you brought is broken, but i saved your banana milk."
"thanks i guess?"
"mm" he mumbles. "your welcome?" mocking me slightly obviously blushing i can tell he enjoys this humor we have with each other, together.
"so... can we get back on topic?"
"with what?"
"jungkookie you know i love you right?" he sighs
that word love, so strong, yet i feel none, no remorse or feeling only a fake smile hmfh, yeah too bad your married.
"yeah of course" "then why is this affecting you so much that you wont talk to me?" "at all."
thunder claps loudly outside of the warmth of the large apartment, rain clipping down at the speed of light,
"Jungkook!"
"uh yeah?" i seem to have a habit of being out of it sometimes. i look back down to the older infront of me, tears in his eyes, clearly of frustration.
"minnie please don't cry, you know i cant bear seeing you like this..." "well then if that's the case stop what your doing. stop changing the subject and making me feel like im talking to a wall."
he stops for a moment in shock,
"kookie you were always so easy to talk to i just.."
he stops.
we sit in silence for a while.
"well i have been trying tp tell you anyway that the wedding is next sauterday, and i really want you to meet her so," "if you could kindly stop ignoring my fucking text." he said water still in his eyes. "i would love if you would come to dinner with us."
guilt.
"o-okay jimin i will meet her." that was a total lie, i would never meet whoever this person is if i had a choice.
"i j-just have to go" fuck my studdering.
picking up my stuff including my milk i hop of the kitchen table and head to the door. leaving jimin alone,
to be alone.
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A/N this is supposed to be a short story so the chaps r short. if you didn't know :)
