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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Long chapter.. I should've cut this into two parts but I didn't😈
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December 12 Aira's
I was prepared to meet with Kim Taehyung, the man from the funeral who said he had something to talk to me about. I was rather conflicted at first, wondering if it would be smart to speak with him.
Plus, although I didn't like or trust Jungkook, he had his good moments (like letting me stay at his place when I was scared to go out, opening up to me at the beach that day and he seemed to save me in times of distress with comfort).
This was why I chose to give Jungkook a chance to explain. Unfortunately, he did not pass my test which is why I carried out my order from Taehyung. I was asked to hide hearing devices in Jungkook's office but I was the only one with access to them at the moment. In exchange for the activation code, Taehyung was going to tell me about my brothers "death".
Still, I felt guilty.
—[❈]—
I walked into the coffee shop warily, eyes landing on the tall brown haired man. His sharp eyes trailed my body from head to toe before he smiled as he slowly clapped his hands.
"You actually came." he took a seat at the table for two.
"Yeah, I did. Tell me what you know." I demanded, remaining standing.
"Calm down and sit." He smiled, gesturing at the chair in front of him.
I sighed and sat down stiffly, just wanting to hear what he had to say.
"Tell me about yourself, Aira." He rest his chin on the back of his hand and blinked at me cutely.
"Are you really just gonna waste my time?" I scoffed, arms crossing on my chest.
"Got anything better to do? Maybe a date with your little boyfriend?" He chuckled.
"My boyfriend?" I questioned, eyes narrowing at him.
"Park Jimin, I believe." he said calmly, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Wha—?"
"Am I wrong? So sorry, that's a little awkward..." He smiled knowingly, not breaking eye contact.
Something about the look in his eyes was unsettling and made my stomach twist with paranoia and uneasiness.
"Who the hell are you?" I stood up, smacking the table with my right palm.
