Red and Violent ✔️

Chapter 43: Running after You

You woke up to find out that you slept for 48 hours. You woke up craving waffles. You couldn't curb your cravings. You got up and walked barefooted to the kitchen to find the cook there preparing that day's dinner. You walked in silently and got the ingredients from around the kitchen and started mixing everything with the right proportions. The only driving force was your hunger and your sweet tooth.

"Where's the Syrup?" Was the first word you uttered in days.

The dazed cook ran for the syrup. She felt intimidated by you. You didn't bother. You had 4 waffles on the plate and you held it in one hand. The other had the syrup. You shuffled your feet to the movie theatre. When you got there you opened Netflix and looked for a shitty romantic comedy. You started gorging on the waffles. 20 minutes into the movie you were done with the waffles so you called the kitchen from the house's internal phone system.

"Yes, Miss Catherine?" The chef seemed to be intimidated still by you.

"Can I have caramel popcorn and brownies?"

"Sure, Miss, anything else?"

"What do we have for dinner?"

"Mr. Reid has requested pork belly and ribs. Anything you want to add?"

"Lasagna." You said then hung up.

Soon the popcorn and the brownies arrived and you stuffed your face with them. Shitty romantic comedies were one of the things you resorted to when you were in shambles. It was either that or killing yourself at times. So, your brother never stopped you from binge watching back in the days.

The way the protagonist was holding on to  his girl at a wedding party made you cry like a PMSing teenage girl. You were actually PMSing and you weren't aware. Your head was thinking about Jungkook and only him.

The incident with your mother didn't occupy much of your thoughts. All you wanted now was Jungkook wrapping his legs around you as he played some video games and you editing their episodes.

You wanted his silence. You wanted him to breathe the same air you are. You didn't give a fuck if he'd be there to fight. You wanted to fight with him for hours on end if it means he'll be in your eyesight.

You looked down your phone and opened your chat. You smiled at his snarky comments and his beautiful selfies. You marveled at his sexts and it turned you on in the most unsatisfying frustrating way.

When you were about to leave the chat he started typing. Your heart dropped and then he stopped. You waited for him to keep on typing but he went offline. You just stared at the chat for who knows  how long waiting for him to come back and start typing. He did it a couple of times and always ended up going offline after. You've had it. You sent him a text without thinking once:

I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry I had to leave.

You locked your phone and threw it away like it was a burning coal.

'What the fuck are you sorry for, bitch? He didn't care you were there. Why would he care that you're gone. Bitch, I hate you! Stupid! Stupid!'

You finished the movie and left the movie theatre without taking your phone with you. You were half way to the kitchen when you realized that you forgot your phone. You ran to the theatre. When you opened it with anticipation, you found nothing. The text was left on read. You threw the phone away, again, and walked back to the kitchen.

"Miss Catherine, anything you need?" The cook said.

"No, thank you."

You walked to the wine cellar and got a 1907 wine bottle and walked to the water fountain outside the house. Your brother's taste was similar to your father's. He was as extra as he was. You loved the faint smell of your father in everything in this house even if he hadn't been here.

You drank straight from the bottle. You looked like a hobo with broken dreams and nowhere to go. Your hair was in knots. You haven't washed your hair or your face. You sniffed yourself.

"Ew, Catherine, you need a shower." You cringed at yourself.

When you walked back to the house, you heard rumbling. You walked to the front door to find your brother standing with a figure you know like the back of your hands. You ran behind a pillar with your back to them. You held tight to the almost empty bottle.

"Fuck! I smell like dead fish." You started running as silently as you can to go to your room before they realize you're there.

"Kaesolin!" You heard his beautiful voice. Korean never sounded this good. It's like the language was made for him to speak and he made every letter sound like a symphony.

Your heart was happy but your brain couldn't stop thinking about how bad you smelled and how ugly you look. You stopped mid run and your back was still to him. "Kaesolin, where the hell are you running to?" He said with his familiar tone.

"You don't want to look at my face, Kookie." You said rolling your eyes.

"Can you at least give me time to say sorry about my stupid ass mouth who said that?" His voice got closer as he stepped towards you.

"No. No. I don't mean that. I just have to go for my room and do something." You started walking away.

"Kaesolin! Turn around!" He walked fast. "I want to see you." You bolted towards the stairs and when you did, he picked up the pace so he could reach you. He ran so fast and he held you from your hoodie. You almost tripped. You didn't turn around.

"Jeon Jungkook, let go of my hoodie." You warned him.

"What if I don't?" He challenged you as he pulled you in towards him.

"You'll smell how bad I smell." You turned around fast, he let go of your hoodie. "I haven't washed my face in days. Happy, now? You've seen my deteriorating state and my straw hair." You pushed him playfully.

"Wait, let me take a sniff." He put his nose close to the nape of your neck and took a sniff.

"Damn, you smell bad!" He frowned as he still kept on smelling you. You hit him playfully and pushed him away.

"One more sniff." He said as he put his nose back and stole a kiss. You got tickled and laughed. He kissed a multiple of times till you heard your brother clearing his throat.

"Sorry." Jungkook said in English.

"We'll go up." You said holding Jungkook's hand.

"No, you won't. Go take a shower. Me and Jungkook will be talking here until you're done. I'll show him where his room is, as well." He said motioning for him to move away from you. "Come here, Jungkook."

"Okay, Hyung." He looked down and walked away from you like a kid who was about to go sit in the naughty corner.

Your heart fluttered and your eyes watered. You jumped and clapped on the stairs while watching Jungkook go down to Paul. Paul was looking at you like you were dumb. He looked like a jealous father. Jungkook was shorter than him. The sight of him next to paul made your stomach fill with butterflies.

"You going up, Catherine?" Paul raised his eyebrows. Your smile faded immediately and ran up.

When you got into the room you held on to the pillow and hugged it. He came all the way here for you. Wait. He left the tour soon. How did he know you were here? What swayed him into coming anyways? You fought the urge to go back down and ask him about everything. You had to shower, though. You went in the shower and sang happy songs. You were on cloud nine and you didn't feel like you'll be back on earth any time soon.