Mr. Tycoon's Woman||PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 138: Pathetic

"There's nothing to talk about." His words shattered her. She felt as if her heart was being ripped to pieces, the agonizing pain swelling within her chest.

"Park Jimin, I—"

"Get off of me." He sharply said. His voice was deep and gruff, the irritation heavy in his voice.

Rosè Yang felt like her heart was stomped to dust. She opened and closed her mouth, unable to form words. Her eyes prickled and burned, her lips wobbled, and she was trying her best to suppress a sniffle. She wanted to win him over with her words, not her tears.

"No." She replied, her voice cracking. When he grabbed her arm in an attempt to shove it away, she locked it together with great difficulty because of how tiny and short her arms were.

"Why can't we talk it out?" She hoarsely whispered, trying her best to suppress the welting hot tears that pooled in her eyes, threatening to fall at any given second.

"I've chased you long enough." He muttered, slowly prying her fingers open one by one, his expression hidden away by the shadows.

"Don't touch me." He sounded angry, but his eyes were dancing with happiness. She was chasing him, she was finally chasing after him!

"Park Jimin, at least let's talk about it. A relationship without communication cannot work—"

"Oh, we're in a relationship? I could've sworn we were friends." He responded, roughly grabbing her wrists in a false attempt of getting her to move it. He made sure to gently handle the fragile little thing so that she wasn't harmed by his tight grip.

"We are friends, but we—"

"Then the discussion comes to an end now." Park Jimin scowled. She was back to the foolish talks about being a friend. Do friends share intense make-out sessions? Share the bed together, comfortably in each other's arms? Do friends talk about marriage?! Damn it, what will get her to change her mind about their relationship?!

"That was barely a discussion." She felt a lump rising through her throat and in her slightest hesitation, Park Jimin had unraveled her arms around him. His long legs easily carried him to the door faster than she could chase after him.

He opened the door, ready to step out, but a thin pale arm stretched out and slammed it shut. "You—"

"I like you!" She blurted out, irrationally saying the only thing she could think of.

He paused, his heart racing a million beats per second. Did he hear her correctly? Did she finally profess her feelings for him?

"I don't." He lied, testing her reaction.

And just like that, Rosè Yang's face went blank. The dam within her eyes broke loose, tears rolling out in heavy droplets enough to fill an entire ocean.

She felt tongue-tied. There was a lump in her throat. She couldn't breathe, nor could she think properly. In her hazy state, she let out a sniffle, then a hiccup, and it didn't take long for her entire face to scrunch up and crumble, her body swaying on the spot.

She took swift steps backward, pressing a hand to her aching chest. "I-I-..." The first sob came out and that was enough for Park Jimin to realize he had gone too far.

He swiftly turned around. The sight he witnessed was like a stab to his chest. This was the first time he had witnessed her cry because of him and it was not a pleasant feeling. It wrecked his heart and made his brain lose all sorts of senses and logic. All he wanted to do was hug and comfort her.

Her glistening eyes, the one that always shimmered like the brilliant stars, were wet, the tears flowing nonstop. He walked to her, but she took steps back to create distance.