Bullet. (MYG.BTS.FF)

CH-12: Love & Jealousy

RA IN'S POV:

The sunlight peeked through the curtains as a sharp pain shot through my head. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to sit, but groaned due to the pain in my head and layed down again. Slowly, I noticed that I was wearing last night's dress.

And then I remembered, what I saw.
I remembered, how the person who saved me three times, crushed me in a few minutes. The entire scene unfolded in my mind and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to remove it.

Why did I react like that?

I looked at myself at the mirror which hung on the opposite side of my bed. My face was pale and my eyes were swollen red. But there was no makeup on me. My mouth didn't smell of alcohol, but of toothpaste.

When did I do all these last night?
All I remembered was watching him and his girlfriend, then bawling my eyes into Hongbin's shirt.

Wait, Hongbin? I need to call him.

Without getting up, I stretched my hand to get a hold of my phone on the table beside my bed. I took it and switched it on.

12 missed calls from Hongbin.
41 messages from Hongbin.
55 missed calls from Jungkook.
183 messages from Jungkook.

My eyes widened.

O crap..

How can I forget Jungkook?

My thumb hovered over his name in my contact list as I thought of how am I supposed to text him, or rather what should I tell him. My train of thoughts crashed when the door of my room opened. I jumped a little and sat down as I thought it was only me in the house.

Oh shoot...

I quickly grabbed my forehead as another wave of pain shot through my head. A groan left my mouth.

"Gwenchana?" I looked up and to my surprise there was Hongbin. His eyebrows were furrowed due to concern.
"I am never taking you near alcohol." He scoffed.
"Wait. When did you come? When did I come?" I said, massaging my temples.
"Last night... I don't even know what. We're you drunk? You weren't acting like a person who is drunk, actually. You just kept on talking like a person who has consumed a lot of alcohol, but not exactly drunk." He said thoughtfully. "Anyways you feel asleep in my car. I took you home. With great difficulty I had to climb the stairs to your room. Do some dieting. And I disposed you in bed." He finished.
"Oh.." that was all I could say.

I heard a deep chuckle. My head shot towards the door.

Ouch not again!

"Aishhh..." I groaned. I opened my eyes and then closed it again and again opened them. There stood Jeon Jungkook at my room's threshold. There was a tray in his hand and on that tray was a bowl from which steam rose. He was wearing my apron and looked some model advertising for some high-class cooking contest. And judging by his expression, he looked anything but happy.

"Oh..hey Ju-Jungkook." I stuttered. I heard Hongbin snort. Well he was not any happier than Jungkook.

Jungkook walked in and placed the tray on the bedside table and my mouth watered at the soup. His eyes feel on my phone and he gritted his teeth. Then slamming the door he walked out. Then I heard the slamming of another door.

I sighed and looked at Hongbin. He sat their, eyes wide open and stared at my lap. I looked down trying to figure what he's staring at. Then he gently took my left wrist and held it up. That's when it snapped me.