Dancing On Thin Ice // KTH

Chapter 72

(WOW almost at 5k♡ I can't even begin to--AHHHHH!!!!)

"Ugh... shut up please. SHUT. UP."

Carmela rolled over under the covers, fluttering her eyes open, annoyed. Her phone buzzed under her pillow continuously as notifications blew up the screen all of a sudden. She got up and pulled out the device, lighting up the screen. There were eleven messages from Hosi? And they were all pictures. Oh shit. Oh no. Not again.

"What the hell..." Carmela clicked into the messages, and with one look at the photos she grimaced and swiped out of them. Mirror pics of his dick and tatooed abs littered her screen and she quickly deleted their convo. Then she dialed his number, preparing her anger. He picked up after a few seconds.

"Hey babe. How did you like our little morning sex?" He snickered.

"What the actual fuck Hosi? You're disgusting. Do you think the first thing I wanna see is your gross dick? Get the hell out of here."

"Mmm I know you like it--"

"Hosi. Don't you dare do that again. Understand?"

"Carmela, baby, just give me a chance--"

"Hosi, do you fucking understand?"

"Yes, yeah I fucking do." He grumbled angrily and hung up.

Carmela sighed and yawned. What a great start to the morning. Rolling out of bed, she went into the bathroom and washed up. After a change of clothes, she made herself a coffee and sat on the messy couch in the so-called living room.

Today was her day off. There were three days off in total for her, and it was mostly because Valerio hated her guts and didn't wanna see her face six days a week like the rest of the crew.

She sipped her black coffee and yawned again. Then her thoughts drifted back to yesterday. To Jungkook. She felt suddenly curious to find out where he was and what he was doing. They hadnt seen each other in a long time. And he seemed chill enough to hang out with. Not like the rest of the world telling her to go back. Back to Chicago. He made it clear yesterday that he wasnt going back. They were the same.

She realized he had given her his address during their convo yesterday. Couldn't't hurt to drop by. So she made up her mind and stood from the couch. She placed her cup in the sink and was surprised at doing so. She had even showered and made plans for herself today... huh.

After putting on a pair of black ankle boots and grabbing her purse, she left the apartment building and started walking down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. She sighed to herself as she remebered how different it was before. She would just call Hosi and he would come from around the street and take her anywhere she demanded.

Different.

The word held beauty but could also be twisted into dangerous destruction.

In this case, it had destroyed Carmela's life.

Everyday she swore at herself for her mistake. What was the need? What was the need to fall so deep in love when she knew that it had killed her mother? Why had she decided to try something so different and dangerous.

Guess I learned my lesson.

The short little bus slid in front of her and she boarded it, paying the driver with some change. Carmela peered around at the friendly people. There was one empty seat left. A small old woman approached behind her, searching for a place, but Carmela sat down into the empty seat, briefly glancing at the worried old woman standing in the aisle.

"Hold on there, m'aam." The woman driving spoke, as the bus lurched forward. The old lady nodded nervously and wrapped her frail arms around a pole as she stood in the moving bus.