Cold Margarita

"Ya, Margarita, why won't you trust me?" He said frustratedly.

I rolled my eyes at him and faced the bar counter. I raised my index finger to summon the bartender.

"One cold Margarita, please." The bartender left to prepare my drink.

I will never trust anyone, not again. Never again. Even if it is Jungkook. Even if it is someone I hold so dear. Not a single person.

"You are so cruel, Margarita. Just, just give me a chance." Jungkook said in a slightly annoyed and frustrated tone.

I chuckled inside my head. He is always frustrated to me. Well, so am I to myself.

I turned the high stool and faced him with a brow raised. "Me? Cruel? You don't tell that to me, little maknae,"

I leaned in and reached his ears. Then, I whispered, "Because unlike you, I grew up experiencing how unfair the world is to me. Again, unlike you, who grew up in a world of fame where you keep on spoon feeding people with false hopes and dreams, I was fucking living in this very unfair reality of misery. Lastly, unlike you, who experienced a teensy bit of pain, I experienced a hell out of pain in my heart, and in my mind and everything that can contain that shitty feeling. So, I suggest that you, be careful on what you say, naïve baby boy."

I smirked and stood up while holding my Margarita. "Will you excuse me?"

I left him speechless while I am sipping on my drink.

Ah, damn unexperienced maknae. You have a lot to learn.