Like a bad habit, we find our way back to each other. No matter what terrible things we put each other though, we always do.
Like an addiction, I possess a deep desire for him and him the same. It's unstoppable, the way we crave each other.
A vice.
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November 25th Aira's
"Ah, you're awake.."
I stared at the man, sitting up and combing my disheveled hair with my fingers. "Why am I here?" I asked.
"You completely passed out after finding out about... you know," he explained, breathing out slowly, walking around the large room and stopping at the glass wall.
My chest tightened, previous events flashing in my head. Trying not to react rashly again, I looked down with pursed lips.
"Right... uhm well, thank you." "-for uh bringing me here," I said, climbing off the bed.
Jungkook turned around to face me, black eyes on me. "You can stay here for the night, if you want." he offered in a quiet and deep voice.
"N-no, i'm okay." I immediately shook my head and headed straight for the door.
"My secretary clocked off for the night so he can't give you a ride. I'll call a cab for you." he trailed behind me slowly.
Reaching the main door, I turned to look at him. "Thank you." I forced a small smile despite the pain I felt inside.
"If you change your mind and want to stay here for a bit, just show up," He said, taking a sip of his drink with his eyes closed.
I nodded and went towards the elevators down the hall with shaky legs. After pressing on the button to summon the elevator, I swallowed thickly and leaned on a pillar to support the weight of my body that suddenly felt heavier than usual.
He's really gone...? Just like that?
My nose stung with the threat of an incoming breakdown and my vision was getting cloudy with the build up of tears. I felt terribly guilty.
My older brother had been missing for a whole week and I didn't even notice? How could I be such a horrible sibling? I couldn't imagine what could have happened to him. How could he just... disappear?Why couldn't the police figure out his whereabouts?
Could it be that someone who had bad blood with him did something horrible to him? If the police don't have any leads on the case then... doesn't that mean that it this were the case, that person was still out there?
My heart beat accelerated as I felt a sense of danger, paranoid eyes looking down the empty hallway that only has one door— Jungkook's penthouse apartment. Despite it being empty, I felt like there was danger lurking around the air.
