"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her.
"Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out...
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"who he think he is, Look at what you've done to me."
Lost.
The sunrays seeped through the gap in between the curtains, slowly washing through the darkness of the night. The soft duvet embraced me, pulling me out into the conscious world. My arm was laid across the bed as my legs curled up to my tummy.
A yawn escaped my lips as I turn over my back and hit something; or maybe a someone as their breath hit the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I tilt my neck to find the source only to be met by the messy tousled hairs that tingled on my cheek.
Jerking up, I move away from whoever it was and hold onto the hem of the duvet. His lips were parted as he slept blissfully with his head resting on his arms. I tilt my head cautiously to find the person being Jungkook.
He looked adorable. Too adorable to control my palm from making its way towards his cheek. His pale skin felt soft and squishy under my touch; though the toned cheek muscles moved seductively as he gulped in.
He didn't had to try to look alluring. Not in my eyes. He had caught my attention the day I had set my eyes on him. And as days passed by, it did nothing but escalate. He would be nonchalant with me; maybe (well, surely) express his displeasure with my presence. But foolish of me, I always find my way back towards him. I'd be pissed a second, I'd affected with his words and yet, I'd want to be with him.
I am afraid he wouldn't understand me. And he would go away. But then again I want to tell him everything.
I really want to. But I cannot. He wouldn't believe me. No one did.
My breath hitched as he held onto my palm and suddenly pulled me towards him. I was jerked forward till his face was a few inches away from me. His fingers wrapped around my wrists, his thumb tracing circles on my skin. I feel my heart thud against my rib cage as he moaned under his breath.
"Jungkook." I breathed out as his lips brushed against my palm. His stance stiffened, or maybe I stiffened as he sighed.
"Jinae." He rasped out with a smile tracing his lips. Everything flowery dimmed down to reality. Of course he was assuming. He wouldn't do this in his conscious state now, would he?
His bambi eyes fluttered open as he lifted his head up, hoping to meet her eyes. I feign my hurt with a smile, tilting my head to the side.
In a split second, he had pushed me away and stood up abruptly, standing at a good distance of five feet for me. The duvet covered my legs as I fall back. I was suddenly aware that my clothes were changed; with an oversized night suit that concealed well till my knees. Jimin must have done it. It wasn't the first time; it'd happen before when I would return utterly wasted.
