The Truth Untold || J.Jk

35. Shortcut

End of Jungkook's POV

Next morning.

I blankly gazed at my blurry reflection in the silky reflective surface of the grey kitchen tiles. Millions of thoughts were scattered all over my mind, it was wearying me. My hands were barely holding the soft lackluster piece of white cloth smoothly rubbing it against the marbled kitchen counter in light circular motions.

Though I was standing here my mind was tossing somewhere else, although yesterday has already passed and a new day has begun my mind was still stuck in yesterday's event, I just couldn't seem to get over it, everything was clearly flashing in front of my eyes.

"You're a maid so be like a fucking maid, don't fucking cross your limits." I blinked as I could hear Jungkook's hoarse voice laced with exasperation piercing through my ears.

Unknowingly my eyes landed on my reflection on the shining tiles and I flashed a mocking smile at the pity image displayed in front of me.

How desperate did I look to everyone all these days? I tried to reach out for the moon that I could never see in the first place.I tightly shut my eyes in perturbation harshly trapping my lower lip in between my teeth.

What happened after I left the atrocious scene yesterday? Well, I came back home in a complete mess and locked myself up in my room, and thought about the entire situation rationally.

At last, I came to the conclusion that.

I can never blame Jungkook for his words.

This won't be like the other movies where I will break off all ties with Jungkook and commit suicide leaving behind a suicide note that will say 'Jungkook you broke my heart, I couldn't take it anymore but remember I'll always watch you from above,' so that he regrets everything, becomes emo and rots alone for the rest of his life.

Here he didn't affront me, all he did was point out the truth that I came to forget. Nevertheless, it's all my fault for being so careless and letting myself drown in the deepest ocean, allowing myself to think that I made a small place for myself in all of their heart.

Then again what about the things that he said before the balcony incident took place, I'm certain about the fact that his words back then weren't empty, in fact, they carried a lot of secret messages within them.

Ahhh this is only making everything more labyrinthine. This man is so bipolar that I swear I'm becoming bewildered between which one's the real him.

I crossed my limits and he just warned me, it's that simple. This single line was the only thing going in my mind trying its level best to convince me.

Okay so let's come to the conclusion, I'll not avoid him at all and act like what the relation between us should have been like from the very first day of our meeting, that of a relationship between a maid and a master.

I looked at the cold marble and brushed the piece of cloth against it once again.

Currently, it is 7:00 pm, everything outside is totally bland and unilluminated because of the inky sky. Uneven strokes of maroon are emerging throughout the thick clouds indicating the arrival of the upcoming storm.

As if the hurricane going on in my brain wasn't enough.

I kept on sighing like a furnace when someone called out my name causing me to stop whatever I was doing and look back. One of the other servants popped up in front of me and shoved a piece of thin paper in my palm before I could even protest.