Dancing On Thin Ice // KTH

Chapter 78

The morning sunlight spread into the room like a blanket, and forced Carmela's eyes to open.

But she jumped at the seated figure at the foot of her bed. It was Jungkook, staring at his fidgeting fingers. Carmela yawned and began to get up.

"No pillow this time--" She began.

"Yoon's dad called." Jungkook spoke in a tired voice. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." He turned to face her. "It's time to go to Yoon's funeral.

"Okay." Her heart ached sadly, hearing the repeated news of death. 

"Hurry up and get ready. Come on." 

"Yep." Carmela swung her legs off the bed, as JK got up and left the room.

She went into the bathroom with her clothes, and prepared to get washed up and changed as fast as possible.

Two years ago... just two years ago. 

Everything was so different before. It was happy. Everyone was... together. But now they weren't and nothing was happy. And it would always be this way. Yoon. Oh, Yoon... he lost his life so unexpectedly and Carmela wasn't even there. She had taken herself entirely out of the picture, leaving the boys to their own fates. Living in that suffocating city with haunting taunts from the past was unbearable. And everything, every single thing, was all because of one person. One disgusting person that somehow failed to leave Carmela's exhausted mind and polluted her righteous conscience. 

Taehyung.

A person who she thought of as an angel had really just been the devil in disguise. A person who was so skillfully in the mask of a sheep but was truly a jackal. A person who went to such lengths to make you believe he was a perfect man. A person Carmela had given her heart to.

"Stop..." She squeezed her eyes shut as anger bubbled inside of her. 

Taehyung.

He destroyed her life. Everyone and everything in it. That night two years ago... that night she had taken him back into her home... how could she know that... that night he came from a club... and just--

But there's no use dwelling on it now. Two years is a long time. Isn't time supposed to heal? 

Guess even time needs a little time.

Carmela wiped the wetness from under her wide eyes and finished up getting ready. Adjusting her fitted black blouse and mid-length black skirt, she neatly tied her hair into a half-up-half-down style. Then with a quick fan to her slightly sweating face, she turned the knob of the bathroom door. 

But as soon as she pulled the door open, her forehead knocked into a face above her.

"Ouch." She gasped, holding her head. 

Suddenly, with an electric spark, a memory that knocked the breath out of her came flooding back.

"What the fu-" She muttered and stepped back holding her forehead. She pursed her lips as she saw the mess of curly hair above her.

She fought to keep her laugh inside but it escaped her mouth a little, and Taehyung narrowed his eyes.

"This is not funny, Carmela, not even a little." He said.

"What? Are you-- Ha! Are you kidding me, why would I think it's funny? Its- its not at all." She scoffed and crossed her arms, fighting to keep her giggles inside.

"Right, it's not."

"Yup."

"Not even slightly amusing."