Heart Throb// Jikook Playboy-ish

Regret

Jk pov:
Everything was happening to fast. My feelings, my frustration, my regret.
I've only known him for about 3 weeks and he's already made me lose my mind.
I've lost my character around him twice.

That day, the day I regretted that argument.
I had received a phone call about my next mission.
I had to find my target and ask them questions.
This was an easy mission seeing that the target was going to one of my private clubs.

However, when I arrived I spotted someone who I longed for.
Sitting at some bar with a scrub who kept making him drinks.
The girl he was with wasn't my concern and neither was he. That's the mindset I kept as I looked for my target.
I ignored his laughter, his happiness, the fact that he was drunk and could be taken advantage of.
I let him be free.

But then I started to worry. My feelings for him grew with only a glance. I wanted him.
He was a bright diamond that only my eyes could bare.
That I could touch, feel, hold and comfort.
But, he doubted me.

I could tell. I let myself get caught up in my emotions.
My target had disappeared and also Jimin.
I searched frantically for him. Something I never had to do before.
I never chased anyone, begged for them, searched for or cared to remember them, but Jimin was different.

I'd go to any end of the earth for him. And that's the problem. I've always quickly got what I wanted.
I let him enter my life and now he's all I think about.
I tried to play a game and got addicted.

I constantly searched.
Before long, an unknown pain erupted deep within me. It was a pain I could not locate.
I grew pale as a simple cry for help was heard.
I heard him. I heard his plead.

It took everything I had not to kill the man who sat on top of Jimin. I threw him into the wall not caring if he'd ever gain consciousness again.
He was not my priority.
I stared down at Jimin and held back the tears that threatened to fall.
Something I never had to do.

I sat down on my bed and closed my eyes deeply breathing to calm myself down.
I felt depressed. It was as if that bruise had somehow been transferred to me.
It wasn't physically there but, I could feel it.
Maybe it's just regret.

I can't let Jimin control my thoughts anymore but, it isn't his fault that he's always on my mind.