Devil Contract ✓

27

❝Sadness❞
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I SIGHED AS I WALKED INSIDE THE HOUSE, GLANCING back at him, totally ignoring me, he walked away, not even glancing back. Just what is wrong with him?—I pressed my lips in a thin line and walked upstairs, glancing at him shutting his door loudly, I flinched, rolling my eyes as I walked to mine.

I sat on the bed, looking back at my leg, I sighed as I massaged it, hissing. I fell back on the bed, "When will these four months end?" I muttered, looking at the clock. With each day passing, the urge to get out of this place increased in me.

"I'll just..wait for a while." I told myself. Wasn't it a fact already that he hates me? To the point he glares at me like he'll rip my limbs apart?—the thing is that I don't want to see him anymore, seeing him makes me feel sick. With this in mind, I hastily walked to the door, my fingers pushing the button on my knob, and this was it.

I locked it. I'm alone, and safe, hopefully.

Rather than sulking, I'll just find a way to run away from here. All I need is a plan, "A plan." I muttered, sitting back down on the couch as I bit my lips, nodding to myself as I glanced around the room.

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"What?" Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows in confusion, "I feel weird—like—" Jungkook shoved his face in his hands. "Do you feel butterflies flapping in your stomach when you see her?" SeokJin asked as he chewed on his burger. Jungkook nodded, "She..I don't think it's because she looks like Seran, i-it's something else."

Jimin's hands fell on Jungkook's shoulders as he tapped his shoulder blades. "Dude," He puckered his lips, nodding in understandment,

"You're in love." Jungkook sighed, "That's exactly what I'm not in." Taehyung snorted, "You haven't flipped a plate or two in a while though." Jungkook pressed his lips in a thin line, "Come on, you and us, we all know that you're not actually cruel and shit. You're just..heartbroken, aren't you?" Namjoon asked, eyebrows pressed together as he eyed his friend in sadness.

"I-I don't know, but I feel sick. I don't think I actually ever wanted to marry her in the first place, I don't—" Yoongi interrupted with enthusiasm, "If you give these types of excuses to someone else, they'll slap the hell out of you. You're saying you just married someone because you were 'trying to stable your mental state'." He let out a breathy sigh.

"You came all the way from your house to mine, might as well have some food." Hoseok pressed his lips in a thin line as he watched SeokJin passing a burger with boredom. "You should take it back before he tosses it out of the window." Namjoon pointed out.

SeokJin shrugged, shoving the remaining burger in his face. "I can tell you didn't come here for free food, but some tips on how you should let Haerin go without your heart shattering and bu*lshit." SeokJin nodded to himself as he wiped his fingers with a tissue whilst chewing.