Egotistic - J.JK.

Thirteen

Coming through the door, I yanked off my hood with a scowl on my face and started to unzip my jacket. The sinking feeling inside me told me I had come too close for comfort, my life almost gone. The aching in my body was gone, but I could still imagine the unimaginable pain that had coursed through me.

Jungkook closed and locked the door behind the both of us, only for him to say while I was yanking off one of the sleeves, "What the hell happened back there?"

I knew what he was talking about, but I pressed my tongue on the roof of my mouth for a second. With my jacket off, I looked down to find my shirt had been soaked with my blood, the dark color of the shirt making the once gold of it brown. "Taehyung got away."

"You know that's not what I mean."

I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. When releasing it, I turned to look Jungkook dead in the eyes, his just as cold and serious as mine were. It took me a moment to muster up some words. "What is there to even talk about? There's nothing, Jungkook. So drop it."

"No, you're not getting off the hook that easily," he said, taking a broad step towards me to close the gap between us some more. I stood up straight to hold back the idea of being vulnerable, but Jungkook easily towered over me. "Your blood is--"

"I do you think I don't know?" I hissed, cutting him off mid sentence. "What do you want to tell me? That I'm not normal? That I pulled a knife out of myself like it was nothing? I'm sorry, but I've known that stuff for a long time, so I'd rather not talk about the obvious."

Jungkook stared at me blankly for a second, then murmured, "Why is it like that, though?"

"I'm a genetic mutant!" I finally screamed at him, flapping my hands down at my side. I felt tears wanting to escape my eyes. "I can't just ask my DNA why the hell it's like that! I know it looks insane, more insane than any other freak that I've met, but that's just how it is!"

Jungkook seemed to hesitate at his next words for a moment before he spoke. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" I scoffed at him, stepping away and throwing my jacket at my door. I spun back around to him, my body now starting to flare up with anger. While pulling up my shirt to show my healed stomach, I said, "I've healed during the walk here! Of course I'm okay! Sure, maybe I felt some pain I haven't felt in years, but I'm fine!"

A tear slipped down my cheek. I quickly wiped it up with the back of my hand, now growing frustrated at the emotions coming out. I hadn't been scared in a long time, but with what immortality was in me, there was also mortality that gave me the fear of never coming back to who I was.

Jungkook's cold face turned into a little bit of concern, his eyes softening at my new outbreak. He reached out a little, saying, "Hey, you're okay."

I instantly backed away, taking a sniff and running my sleeve against the bottom of my nose. I gave him a glare that could knock him dead if possible. My hands shook down by my side, myself not sure of what kind of emotion it was from. "I don't want your pity."

Those words came out like a slap to the face. It was like a new force had taken over me, creating a tone to my voice that could hurt anyone in its path. Jungkook's eyes widened a little at it, taken back with surprise at the harsh words. "Y/N . . . ?"

"I just want my old life back," I finally sobbed, more tears falling down my face at a rapid pace. I didn't have time to wipe them away for only more to come after. "Everything was a lot better than getting involved with the Services. I didn't care you tried to catch me. I didn't care about how much shit I got everyday. Heck, I felt like we had a thing going on and that you would be someone different than the others I've dated, but apparently not."

Jungkook's face dropped at that, the concern still wavering but a bit of reoccurring annoyance there as well. "I don't want to fight about this right now. Go wash your face and get changed so you can feel a little bit better. I can try and make something for us to eat for lunch."

"You have no idea how much hell I've gone through," I hissed at him, ignoring his words and stepping closer with a finger pointing at his chest. "You don't know who the hell I am. You don't know my past or my secrets. I thought I was going to be able to trust some part of you when we started to hang out, but you're just a douche bag."

He looked like he hesitated for a moment, but Jungkook took his chance for a rebuttal. "Y/N, if you weren't an Ego, I would have considered dating you still, but the place we're at and who we are just isn't going to work out."

"I can't believe people like you," I shot with a hoarse voice. "You never knew my motives. You don't understand what kind of world I used to live in. You judge a book by its cover."

Jungkook stared at me for a second, a quick look of exhaustion appearing on his face. A sigh escaped him finally, his hand reaching up to press his palm against his forehead. "Please, just go get changed and calmed down. You've been through a lot today so take a breath."

My mind jumped back to the compound. I could still remember my words of when I had asked Defender 12 if I could go see Jungkook to tell him that we couldn't date. I remembered how down I felt about that, what kind of emotion had escaped me. I had been worried, empathetic. Jungkook was the one that had caused that. How could I just let go of that?

"You made me feel something that no one else had before," I whispered, wiping at my wet cheeks. I started backing up towards my bedroom. "Just remember that next time you blow a girl off like she was nothing."

Jungkook never said another word as I got to my bedroom and closed the door with the lock. Once that barrier was between us, I stifled a small sob that dared to escape me. The place on my forehead where his lips had been the first time we met was burning a mighty fire. It was a harsh memory that was placed in my head, almost branded there.

What did I ever do wrong to cause all of this?