After they had broken up, they tried to better themselves and they did, putting up and handling 2 successful modelling agencies.
But there was a slight problem, the 2 modelling agencies are fighting for the number 1 spot.
How will they handle this w...
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❛ all i can ever ask of you is to stay. just stay. ❜
—unknown
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Walking back to my seat felt as if a pound of rocks was being added to my chest every step I was taking. As she said, she was different and new. The flight attendants then came and performed their safety rules in the aisles. Everything I was hearing was suddenly blurred out, all that was repeating in my head were her words.
"I'm not your lover anymore Jungkook, not even your friend. We're strangers, so treat me the way you should, Jungkook-ssi," The way she said it was just so dull that it somehow felt mean.
The past few hours were just me glancing back to her seat. Endless thoughts came crossing my mind. Was talking to her a good thing or was I setting up potential flames that would burn me or the both of us in the near future.
Now that I was thinking of it... Was she forced to talk to me? Maybe the only reason she was talking to me was because of saving her from worse injuries than a sprain. Perhaps I was looking into all of this too close. This was just talking, what we did was all professional.
Or was it?
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"How have the past few years treated you, Mr. Jeon?" Honorifics. She's using it, but I guess she's just being professional.
Still flustered, I still couldn't utter a word.
"I don't want to start an argument here alright? So can you go and just apologized to Ms. Yeon and I know she'll accept your apology,"
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But to me, it felt like I was back in college. Getting all flustered, protective, and giddy when I was in the same room as her, talking to her, helping her.
Heavily bothered, I grab my phone and connect my earbuds and let the music drown my loud thoughts.
2 hours passed and my ears were worn out from the long placement of my Bluetooth earphones. Sighing, I took my earbuds off and let them charge in their respective case. I wonder what Nayeon was thinking these past few hours.
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N A Y E O N
I was literally about to cry, the fact that I don't have any answers to these stupid feelings I'm contracting from Mr. Jeon.
Yes, honorifics even in my own thoughts. I refuse to not even address him as I used to.
I want to hate him, but that seems so far from my reach. This is so stupid. 6 years. 6 damn years! And yet the presence of that douche still gives my heart flips.
