Nilsa's POV
A series of whistles greet me as soon as I walk into the bar. I do a little spin in my dress that I borrowed from my cousin. My dress is shorter than I'd like it to be but it was nice and it made me feel good.
It doesn't take me long to settle into the comfort of the familiar. Drinks flow freely and there's more of a party atmosphere than usual. It's not long before my head is spinning happily, warning me I need to slow down on the drinks.
I am laughing with Joan, who sits next to me, yapping on about some guy she slept with, when I see the door open behind her. My heart squeezes painfully when I see my ex, Jamie, with Louisa Adams, arm in arm.
I check him out. He looked the same. Dangerously handsome with his jet black hair and his pale blue eyes. He even has the same issues as before—a girl on his arm and a wandering eye. He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's checking out other girls. And Louisa, God love
her, she just pretends not to notice. Talk about dysfunction! Joan notices my head wonder and she stares around. "Who let that bastard in?" She turns and starts to slide off her stool as if to rectify the situation. Reaching out, I put my hand on her arm, stopping her from getting up. "Don't. It's not worth it."Actually, I'd love to see her kick his ass out, but it would only make me look more pathetic, so I'd rather just drink enough to drown him out of my consciousness.
I buy a few more shots and down them as quickly as possible. That's the fastest way to oblivion as far as I'm concerned. And oblivion is looking very appealing at the moment. I feel the burn of eighty proof all the way to my stomach where it kindles a warm fire. I cant help but to look around me for Jamie. When I find him, he's sitting down at a tall table. His eyes find mine. He smiles, sweetly, yet there is hunger in his eyes. Thank god I wasnt with him anymore. I'd listened to his lies for months, falling more deeply in love with him by the day, when all the while, he'd had a girlfriend he'd never had any intention of leaving.
The worst part was, they have a son together. They were basically a family. And even though they'd never actually split, he'd made me feel like a homewrecker.
He'd made me feel like my Mom. And for that, he doesn't deserve my forgiveness. I try to enjoy the rest of the night. I couldnt really. I kept thinking about that bad boy I'd fallen for.
We get more drinks, even though I know I'm pushing my limit, and I dont even care when I toss them back. The alcohol is just starting to burn off my bitterness when someone at the door catches my attention again.
This time, Jungkook walks in.
-------Jungkook's POV
The bar was packed when I walked through the door. I wasnt surprised when Nilsa's friend Joan called to invite me. She said that its Nilsas birthday tomorrow and nowhere is ever opened on Sundays, therefore they're having a party tonight.
In seconds, my eyes find hers. She is by the bar with her friends. When I see her flickering her hair, I know two things are true. One, she'll be drunk if she doesn't stop drinking soon. And two, I'll have that skirt pushed up around her waist before the night's out.
I hope anyway....
When her eyes meet mine, she chokes a little on her drink. I see resistance in them. I've seen it before, but I thought we'd pretty much moved past that. I can't help but wonder what has happened since this morning to set her back. There's an explicative resting on my tongue, but I bite it back and keep my face neutral as I walk toward her. When I stop beside her, I watch her straighten her spine and tip her chin up. Yep, resistance. And she's determined.
Even though it frustrates me, I find it pretty freakin' hot. It makes me want to make her want me despite all the reasons she thinks she shouldn't.
So I will.
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Dirty little secret~Jungkook&Seokjin
RomansStory of one girl, two brothers and a love triangle, thats not.