Egotistic - J.JK.

Fourteen

"Who the hell are you?"

With new clothes and being washed up, I opened the door to my room quickly. I had finished my little crying session, it replaced with the seriousness that I usually put it. I felt better, more refreshed and ready for any other obstacles to be thrown my way.

And, boy, was there one at my door.

I hurried into the common area, finding Jungkook at the door with a guy that was about the same height he was. Jungkook seemed a bit taken back at how much this guy was getting into his face, the guy's jaw clenching with anger with a fire behind his eyes. My heart got caught in my throat.

"What are you doing here, Seokjin?" I called out, hurrying into the room while slamming my door behind me. My pulse was starting to race at the new visitor in my door.

The guy, Seokjin, turned to me with the same boring eyes as he had given to Jungkook. His handsome face radiated an agitation that no one could ever mimic, his lips tightened into a line. His gray-brown hair was nicely done, his usual nice clothing covering his body. He showed something that I wasn't: wealth.

"What is this guy--Who is this guy that's in your apartment?" he hissed over at me, taking a step into the apartment. Though, Jungkook stopped him with an arm sticking out. I could have sworn I heard a growl as Seokjin gave Jungkook a murderous look.

"Just a friend of mine," I tried to reassure him, but I didn't give him a smile. I came to him instead of him fighting through Jungkook to get into the apartment. "What do you want?"

"This guy shouldn't be here," he growled that time, grabbing onto Jungkook's arm and throwing it down so it was out of his way. "You can't just--"

"You're not my boyfriend anymore," I cut him off, shaking my head. I stepped a bit closer, coming only a few feet away. "You have to move on. You can't control my life like you did before."

Jungkook turned to look over at me with a confused, slight grimace. He didn't understand what I come out of my mouth, but Seokjin did. "Don't make me believe that I controlled you. You were the one that was doing those things behind my back. I did nothing."

"Okay," Jungkook said slowly, grabbing onto Seokjin's bicep, "I think it's time for you to leave."

Seokjin ripped his arm out of Jungkook's grip then pushed him against the open door. The door wasn't leaning against anything so Jungkook tumbled back, slamming into the door and falling to the ground with a bump of his head on the floor. A groan escaped him, seeming like he was disoriented for a moment.

"What the hell!" I screamed at Seokjin, fury raging inside me. I started to hurry over to Jungkook's side to see if he was okay, but a hand suddenly grabbed onto me and pulled me back, a cry escaping me with the world blurry for a moment with the rapidness.

The next thing I knew was that I was met with Seokjin's face just hovering in front of mine, his teeth baring a bit. The fear inside me jumped out, the proximity something I was afraid of. My brain instantly went to the back of my neck, wanting to keep it covered.

"Leave me alone," I seethed through gritted teeth at Seokjin, trying to yank my arm away. His grip was strong, though, and my strength didn't seem to be coming. I hadn't been harmed yet to the point of where I could start to dominate the situation.

"Now you're just inviting strangers into your home?" Seokjin ignored my command, his hand growing tighter against my arm. He pulled it up more and more to where I was starting to stand on my toes. "What are they like? Are they like the rest of your friends?"

I gave a cry when Seokjin suddenly seemed to stumble, his hand loosening. He also leaned his body towards me, though, causing another hand to reach out to steady himself on me. Before he could, another hand grabbed me from behind and pulled me backwards. A cry escaped me as I hit something hard, an arm wrapping around for a split second.

"Get out here," the person said lowly to Seokjin, their arm tightening around me, though it didn't seem threatening. I couldn't turn around to look up at them. "You're company isn't wanted."

Seokjin had fallen to the ground, himself on a knee when he looked up at the person with a glower that made me almost shiver. "I'd advise you to do the same before anything bad happens."

"We'll be calling the cops in a few seconds if you don't start going."

Seokjin stopped for a second. I knew that looked; the look of shining terror. He had been arrested a few times, but this might have been his last straw before he could see the light of day again. I swallowed wearily as he got to his feet, his hands held up a little as a surrender.

"No need for that," he said quietly, taking a small step out the door. His eyes flashed from me to the person and back. I could see, though, he was still urging to get his hands on me again. "I'll be on my merry way."

I knew that was a lie. He would back later that day.

"Good," the person forced out. With an arm still hooked around me and it sliding to be on my waist, I saw Jungkook to be the person. He reached out with a hand and slammed the door in Seokjin's face, his jaw clenched tightly. Once it was closed, his arm came away from me and he locked the door.

I stared at Jungkook, his hand still on the handle like he was waiting for something. His eyes glared at the door for a second, then followed the wall to where it wandered off down the hall to the stairs to the exit. I stood there, a bit shocked with his persistent stare. 

With the minute that passed by, Jungkook closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the door, his hand coming away from the doorknob. The angered features of his face melted away to confusion and exhaustion.

I cleared my throat, reaching around to the back of my neck and rubbing the area that was the weak spot. Nothing had happened to it. "Thank you."

"I . . . I see why you were looking for a boyfriend to treat you right," Jungkook whispered. I saw his Adam's apple bob while swallowing. "He was really screwed up in the head. How did you ever deal with that?"

"I don't know," I murmured. 

"I could have treated you better than him," he whispered some more, not really directing it at me but more towards him. "I could have been someone different. Why . . . ?" Once his voice faltered, his lips seemed to form words but nothing came out. He was definitely talking to himself.

"We should leave," I said absently, walking off deeper into the apartment. I was more talking to myself than to Jungkook. "People will be coming to the door. Taehyung could find us. We have to leave until we can figure out how to defeat Taehyung."

"A town over we can stay in a hotel," Jungkook cleared his throat a bit, pushing himself away from the door finally. "We can hunker down there."

"Sounds good," I murmured, heading to my bedroom to start packing. I didn't feel like talking anymore. I had nothing more to say, only a bit of shock to set over. I was starting to become weary with how many enemies I had made over the years and how Jungkook could become involved with them.

He didn't deserve that.