Unspoken Agreement || J.JK

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Four weeks ahead, I thought that I should think some more,
I'm fucked in the head, and my mind is turning into a whore

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"Do you think she's going to tell him?" Zoelle whispers, fearful as she nervously follows Jimin around his room.

"I don't know." He snaps, turning to her. "Maybe if you would've been less jealous, that wouldn't have happened." He's angry that she was so reckless, not even thinking about the consequences. "He's your cousin, what the fuck are you thinking?"

"I can't help it." She cries out, pulling on her hair. "I really didn't want this to happen. Jungkook will kill me if she tells him."

"Well you should've thought about that earlier." Jimin scoffs, leaving out the door.

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It doesn't happen frequently to wake up with a new addiction. But I count myself in the category once I look up. Seeing a pair of ash black eyes stabbing daggers into my face is just as intense as it's intimidating, the shivers gracing my heart and clenching around it. The way his black hair is falling over his face makes me gulp. He was watching me all this time.

"What happened?" Jungkook asks, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs. I pause.

"You're not even going to ask if I'm okay?" I try to sit up, but fail miserably. The sickening pain at the back of my head has me scrunch up my brows and a sharp hiss flies out of my mouth.

"You'll live," He says, not fazed at all. His eyes demand an answer and a sigh escapes my lips. It's not my intention to bring up the argument with Zoelle, much less that she is the reason I'm like this. I'm scared of his reaction because I don't want him causing violence around the house or even worse–refuse to believe me.

"I fell down the stairs, what else?" I roll my eyes, closing them as soon as pain dawns on me again.

"Don't talk to me with that attitude." He warns lowly and I don't do much but send him an expressionless look.

"I wasn't paying attention. I slipped and fell. You know the rest."

Silence falls upon us, and I force myself to keep the eye contact. Jungkook squints his eyes at me, standing up as he observes me for a minute. He isn't buying it. That's how much I know, hoping my face doesn't make any treacherous movements of betrayal.

"It was an accident." I try to convince him.

"You're lying to me, doc." He pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, the movement making my eyes follow it.

"I'm not."

"What really happened?" Jungkook persists, and I start to freak out on the inside–believing in my disability of lying to him because he seems to read me like a book. I never know what he's thinking and it's something that scares me the most.

"What I told you." I insist on my answer, and he hums, sending me a devious smirk that in my opinion isn't about to bring anything good. My eyes stay on his figure as he walks out the door, letting out a breath I was so desperately holding.

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The house is quieter than usual, and I'm losing it with the constant sitting around. I'm locked up and alone with my overwhelming mind. The ice pack that someone brought me is slowly becoming less and less cold, and the pain in my head is slowly ceasing. I know that Zoelle hit my head. I almost want to think of it as an accident, but who are we kidding. Everyone in this house is insane.

The sight of Jungkook walking in again makes my eyes avert up to his direction, neither of us speaking a word as he walks into the bathroom. Sighing, I go back to gazing outside the window, thoughts vanishing into a dull blur to wander and have it easier for me to just breathe for a minute. 

I close my eyes and listen to the faint sounds of water running in the background, suddenly thinking about droplets gliding down Jungkook's back. I imagine it so vividly that it stuns me into disbelief.

No. I can't think of him this way.

Brushing the thought past me, I take a deep breath. The past couple of days have been hectic. Such pressure that dawned up in this short amount of time is making me almost numb. I kept giving Jungkook the same attitude that I got in return, and realized I've been hiding a lot of my emotions, knowing it wouldn't help if I said them out loud. It doesn't feel like me.  It's like I'm watching myself through someone elses' eyes. Like I'm not even real anymore.

"Raina?" A quiet voice calls out from the doorway, making me bring back to reality. I sight the black-haired girl with bloodshot red eyes, but I don't say a word. Zoelle gently closes the door behind herself, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

"You didn't tell him?" She asks with a hopeful tone, her voice breaking as she searches for answers in my eyes. I motion my head to the bathroom and she understands, shifting. I see that she's scared, but she's also full of regret.

"How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts. But I'll be fine," I say and right as I'm about to tell her to leave, Jungkook gets out of the bathroom. He's got his pants on, while missing a shirt, bringing back the imaginations I had before. I need to swallow thickly and look away, knowing damn well that I shouldn't be feeling this way. He's dragging a towel through his wet hair, eyes landing on Zoelle right away.

I turn my head and watch her eyes. She likes him. She wants to be in my place. This is why she hit me.

"Why are you here?" Jungkook's brows draw together.

"I was just..." Zoelle gives me a glance, pointing at me. "—checking up on Raina."

"Go." Jungkook tilts his head towards the door and she scurries out, giving us both a last glance.

"What was she doing here?" Jungkook decides to reverse the interrogation at me.

"She told you." I look away from him.

"You're not friends. You're not close. It's easier if you just tell me what's going on."

"You're here too and we're not close either." I scoff, silencing him. I know he doesn't buy it, but I can't think about it now.

I don't want a scene. If he knew that Zoelle was the one to hit me, my head would've exploded from his outbursts.