Like a bad habit, we find our way back to each other. No matter what terrible things we put each other though, we always do.
Like an addiction, I possess a deep desire for him and him the same. It's unstoppable, the way we crave each other.
A vice.
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December 17 Aira's
With my arm stiffly wrapped around his muscular one, we walked down the steps toward the party. I had given up on trying to break free from his effortlessly strong hold on me at that point but I glanced up at him every few seconds, bewildered. It didn't help much that my stomach was still relentlessly twisting and turning as my eyes lingered on the sharp edge of his jaw for longer than they should have.
"Tell anyone about what happened up there and i'll kill you," Jungkook threatened quietly hidden under his cool facial expression. I guess he wasn't a fan of the idea of people finding out about whatever he was doing with that woman.
Finally reconnected to the side of myself that disliked him, I glared at him. "Whatever, let go of me,"
He let out a humourless chuckle. "No."
Now at the bottom of the stairs, just a few feet away from the more populated area of party goers, I stopped in my tracks which forced him to come to a stop too. I gaped at him with an annoyed face but my facial expression unwillingly faltered as I could see him better now. Under the warm gold light of the chandeliers he looked devilishly handsome.
As if my eyes had a mind of their own, they travelled to his slightly parted lips. Flashbacks of our kiss flipped in my brain without my consent and he must've noticed because, he let out a small snicker. The sound from his mouth woke me right up, eyes jumping back up to his.
"Can I guess what you're thinking about? I bet i'd guess correctly." Jungkook said in a low, teasing voice.
"I-I'm not thinking of anything except for the fact that my date is waiting for me," I was quick to change the subject thankfully.
"Your date?" he echoed with an indifferent face.
"That's right," I nodded matter of factly.
"I'm your date."
I furrowed my eyebrows, suddenly thinking back to the wedding. I quickly shook off the thoughts and scoffed.
"No, you're not."
"Then who is?" Jungkook asked bitterly, or maybe skeptically.
The universe must've loved me at that moment because, conveniently, Jimin wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me away from Jungkook.
"There you are," Jimin said, shooting a cold look at the now visibly amused vice president.
He burst out in fits of icy chuckles. "Oh, right."
