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 29 Aira's
The terrible, horrible, annoying, demon of a man refused to inform me on whether or not we had... slept together. I stared at him, frustration visibly growing on my face.
What did he gain from withholding that information?
Jungkook smiled at me evilly, eyes stupidly seductive. Even at such a time, he was exuding sexual appeal. His confidence— which I would much rather refer to as cockiness or arrogance, added to his aura.
To think I empathized with him and hugged him! Ew!
"Tell me!" I demanded, frustrated with his stupid smile.
"I don't wanna,"
"What— Why not?" I groaned, eyes glaring at him.
"I just don't feel like it." he shrugged.
"Do you live to annoy the living hell out of me?" I scoffed, annoyed.
"Maybe I do." He chimed, clearly having fun.
"I hate you." I spat, eyes shooting lasers.
"Aw, does that mean no more little dinner dates?" he asked, pretending to be hurt.
"That's exactly what that means. Thank you for understanding." I could've sworn that there was smoke coming out of my ears.
My hands were balled up in fists, knuckles as white as snow. He made me itch in annoyance and frustration. I just wanted to jump at him and claw his stupid doe eyes off.
"You've been thinking about me non-stop, haven't you?" he asked, grinning deviously.
It pained me that he wasn't wrong. I scoffed— a bit too dramatically to seem real.
"Absolutely not." I rolled my eyes.
He raised his eyebrows as if saying "Oh, really?".
"You are so full of yourself, you know that? And you always wondered why I don't like you..." I huffed, realizing he won't be telling me. Choosing this to be my last words in this conversation, I stomped to the door.
"It seemed like you liked me a lot that night," He said lowly but loud enough so I could hear it. I heard the smirk lingering in his voice and inhaled sharply.
Pretending like I didn't hear him, I stormed out.
We did it, didn't we?
Is it really that bad? He's attractive and it could just be a one time kind of thing.
