Jungkook isn't alone.A stunning and half-naked blond is standing in front of him, pressing her hands on his chest. Once I see the image in front of me, my heart clenches. I feel how my eyes fill with tears, and for a moment, I feel dismayed.
When the door makes a slight noise, he turns to look at me. His stare is serious and when his eyes lock with mine, I can see how they fill with panic. He separates himself from her and walks towards me.
"Areum..." He says, stretching his arm towards me.
"Don't touch me!" I shriek, stepping away.
My chest feels tight, and I'm holding back the tears that are about to fall. He looks at me without knowing what to say, and I can see how he saddens.
"Who is she?" The blond asks crossing her arms over her chest, still standing in the middle of the room.
I can't move, but I can't stay quiet.
"I'm no one..." I respond, directing myself to Jungkook. "You've left that very clear."
Then, with the dignity I have left, I turn around and walk towards the stairs. I hear Jungkook's steps behind me and then I feel his hand take mine. In a small pull he stops me and I stare into his eyes. I can't help a small tear escape me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that-" He starts to apologize.
"That I was going to come? Well I noticed." I say, clearly upset. "You were too busy with the perfect blond inside your dressing room."
"No, of course not. She's just a friend." He answers, shaking his head.
I laugh with irony.
"Of course, because friends walk around your room in lingerie..."
"Areum, please, I didn't ask her to come." He says, still holding on to me. "Namjoon sent her as some type of congratulation, that's all."
I raise my eyebrow.
"Some type of congratulation? Do you think I'm five years old?"
He shakes his head.
"No, but right now you're acting like a child."
Then he lets go of my hand and looks at me. He looks at me with those intense eyes, filled of impotence and sadness. I laugh, even though deep inside I'm dying of sadness.
"I'm acting like a child? You're with her and I'm the bad guy?"
"No, I didn't say that..." He mumbles, raking his fingers through his hair in a frustrated gesture.
"Then what did you want to say, Jungkook?" I exclaim desperately. "The only thing you're doing right now is confusing me."
"I didn't want to confuse you." He says a bit embarrassed.
"Well you did. With your damn games and all those times you crossed my path, for what?" I look at him. "What were you looking to accomplish with this?"
"I..." He sighs. "I don't know."
"What were you looking to accomplish?!"
"I don't know!" He yells furiously. "I don't know, Areum, I have no idea!"
He tries to get closer to me again, but I back away.
"Get away from me." I say in a serious tone. "Please."
I don't understand. I don't understand any of this. My heart just can't process the thousands of things that are happening, much less the thousands of feelings that are going through my body.
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Desire | jjk. *ON HOLD*
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