The boy next door

Chapter 45

Go and listen to Billie Eilish's 'Power' if you want to be put into your feels. It doesn't exactly fit the topic of this chapter but it's a very nice song.

"W-what?", I whispered in disbelief.

I needed a moment to pull myself together to stop whatever he had planned in his drunk mind.

It wouldn't be good. It was wrong. Even though my heart tried to order my mind to give in.

"Jungkook, don't", were the only two words I could breathe in attempt to push him away from me.

"Why? Give me a reason why I shouldn't take what belongs to me", he said placing his hands on my hips. His touch clouded my mind even more.

what belongs to me... Did I belong to him? Did my heart belong to him?

"You're going to hate yourself for that tomorrow", I explained partly trying to convince myself, "this is not what you want. This is not what I want."

"Is it not?", he asked gently stroking his thumbs over my hip bones.

I was fluttered, really fluttered. My heart was beating fast and my breathing was shallow. I liked him and a part of me still wanted him but it would damage too many. Him, me, Jimin.

This ends now.

"No, it isn't. Jungkook, please sober up", I said wriggling out of his embrace.

He looked disappointed but not surprised. Hurt and anger shortly flickered in his eyes and I thought he was about to snap but he held back. He simply nodded and left.

I sighed deeply and rubbed my chest in which my heart was throbbing. It was time for me to go home.

I woke up the next day in my bed with a pounding headache and a sour taste in my mouth.

The cocktails weren't good.

I quickly shrugged my blanket off and ran to the bathroom. I reached the toilet bowl just in time.

My knuckles showed white underneath my skin as I clasped the toilet seat tightly gagging and choking. My whole body was shaking and my stomach was cramping so badly that I couldn't even reach up to tie my hair back.

I didn't even have much alcohol yesterday but obviously it was too much and had to get out.

The bathroom was filled by the sound of me throwing up so I didn't even hear how the door creaked open and someone walked in.

I got startled a little when someone grabbed my hair and held it back before it could come in touch with my stomach contents.

After throwing up four times my stomach seemed to be empty and finally happy.

I slumped down on the floor, my hands trembling and a disgusting taste on my tongue.

How much worse could this weekend get?

The same person who had held my hair reached around me and offered me a glass of water which I gladly accepted because I was extremely dehydrated.

I took it and tried putting it to my lips but my hands were still shaking so badly that I almost spilled it all over me.

Jungkook kneeled down in front of me and guided the glass to my mouth with his hand cupping mine.

Somehow I wasn't even surprised to see him here.

I gulped the water down eagerly and it soothed my burning throat. I sucked in a deep breath closing my eyes before opening them again to look into his brown eyes.