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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December 9 Aira's
It had been days since the vice pres took me to the beach. I didn't see him since then, willingly. I mentally scolded myself multiple times for letting my heart leap like that. That day, I saw a new side to him that I never knew existed but none of it changes his staged phone call with detective and sketchy phone call afterward.
I hadn't been able to update Jimin about everything yet. Although he said he would be back soon, he was taking longer than expected.
I worked hard on writing an eulogy for the funeral of my brother. Although my heart told me that he's alive, my mind told me otherwise. I was dealing with the stages of grief. I cried, became frustrated and even gave up multiple times, while writing from the very core of my heart.
It was finally the day of the funeral. I wondered how many people would be there, pretending like they care just to look good. I sighed, looking at myself wearing black dress with my hair tied up and a frown.
I can do this.
I arrived at the funeral and there were people with cameras outside. At the sight of me, they all rushed towards me, flashing lights and yelling questions in my face. It was overwhelming.
These people don't know anything about respect do they?
Suddenly, the people with the cameras rushed behind me as if I had suddenly turned invisible. Although this made me relieved, I turned around out of curiosity to see who it is that these people were so interested in.
I could barely see anything through the clump of reporters so I rose to the tips of my toes and peeked over their heads as much as I could. Upon seeing the centre of attention, it made sense that the reporters care about him more.
Jungkook was climbing out of his car in a plain black suit and tie, his dark hair maintained well. He didn't flinch at the flashing lights like I did. His face was indifferent as his secretary escorted him through the heap of camera and notepad holding people. It seemed that he was used to the attention of the media, again unlike me. I turned around and continued to walk into the building.
As soon as my mother spotted me entering, she approached me and wrapped her arms around me. Although she looked exhausted, she smiled with relief to see me.
"I'm so glad you came, Aira." she said.
"Of course I would come, mom.." I gave her a crooked smile, squeezing her hand gently before a small group of strangers approached us and offered their condolences.
Mom walked with them, leaving me to watch as random people I've never seen more than once in my life act like they were in pain. It was just as I had expected. I wondered how many of these people actually knew him.
