My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

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Major trigger alert 🚨

Jinae Or Jieun.

Leaning against the doorframe was Jinae.

"Didn't expect you so soon Ivy." She said as she pushed herself away from the door and entered.

"What the hell are you doing here? How do you know this place?" I said as I gripped hard on the guitar.

She gave a sinister grin. "I just know it."

"What's your business here?" I asked as I stood up, keeping the guitar on the table. She moved back a bit and

"Honestly, I didn't really love this place you know." She scrunched her nose in disgust as she examined the place.
"Looks so old." She added as she covered her mouth as if telling me a secret.

"Then you may fuck off." I grit through my teeth.

"Aww baby. What's the fun in that?" She blowed her nails as she sassily remarked.

"Then why are you here?"

"Oh lemme think." She scrutinized her surroundings. "How bout we give this place, a little, makeover?"

I stared at her eyes. Usually her eyes are sparkling. They have a special shine which makes her eyes unique from others. Her eyes have their own colour of expressing themselves.But now, all I saw was darkness. Blank. Void. This is so not Jinae.

I felt her grip my chin.

"J-jinae?" I whispered.

Her grip weakened. Her eyes seemed to waver from the previous void. I saw her clench her jaw.

Hesitantly, I brought my hand to her cheek. I cupped both her cheeks and brought her face closer to mine, not breaking eye contact with her. Holding my gaze, I brushed my nose on hers and wrinkled my nose. She did the same. I...remember we used to do this...when she came.

I squished her cheeks.

"Jinae." I called out again.

But something seemed to snap in her.

"I'm not Jinae. I'm Jieun. The strong one!" She harshly pushed me aside, causing me to stumble back.

She started her head vigorously. She pulled in her hair in frustration. I tried to reach out for her.

"No! I'm not the weak Jinae! " She shouted and threw the guitar at the window, causing both of them to be damaged.

"J-jinae.." I muttered inaudibly while looking at the shattered window and the broken guitar.

"I'm not the one left behind!"

There she broke the recording mic.

"You fucking left!" She threw every furniture, every equipment that she came across. I looked around to see everything was destroyed. Every muscle of mine tightened, but I couldn't do anything. She was destroying the remnants of my happiness, but I couldn't do anything.