HOUSE OF CARDS || VKOOK

Chapter 34: What is even love if you force it?

It was yet again another evening in South Korea. The silence is what monopolized the whole area, only the faint noises of the sea waves and melodic chirping of birds could be heard. The golden rays of the sunset rested over his small figure right through the thin white curtains of the open balcony that was facing across the never-ending sea.

He was bending down, both of his forearms placed over the roof of his thighs, holding his upper weight up. The long sleeves of the white buttoned-up were rolled up till under his elbow. Silver hair parted open as a heavy frown mask his features while his tiny fingers played with the glass of bloody red wine.

Jimin sighed and decided to take a sip from it instead of just staring down at it. The strong flavors of the red liquid burst into his mouth and instantly hit his taste buds as soon as he chugs down a small sip of wine.

He looks—more like glances to his side when he hears the familiar footsteps of his lover. The man with ashy gray hair walked inside the living room and set beside Jimin on the couch, his long fingers wrapped around the glass of wine as well as he let out a sigh of contentment and watched the sea shore pretty far away from where he was sitting, in the living room of his firm house.

Jimin's frown deepened when his lover threw an arm over his smaller shoulder and he looked down at the glass of wine once again. "You again disappeared without informing me," Jimin spoke, his tone breaking through the peaceful silence.

The man beside him shifted slightly and he heard a deep sigh resonating from his side. "Jimin, it was just a few weeks, baby." The man uttered in a reassuring tone.

"Even though it was just a few weeks, you could've at least informed me, I'm your lover if I may remind you," Jimin argued, gaze still glued to the glass held between his chubby palms with half of the wine still swimming inside the transparent substance.

"Dad announced the trip all of a sudden. I didn't have the time to even think let alone inform you." He reasoned again in a lenient tone, his sharp gaze staring down at the smaller man who wasn't planning to look up.

The gray head's eyebrows curved into a frown when his lover let out a scoff along with a vacant chuckle coming right after, "Still wiggling behind your dad like a fucking dog tail, I see." He mocked the older male, tone filled with bitterness as he shook his head from left to right.

"And you know my reason behind it. I'm close to the goal that I want to achieve." The gray head affirmed as he grinned happily and scoot closer to his smaller lover. "I was about to tell you that Dad is agreeing. Yes, Jimin, I can tell that Dad is willing to give me what I deserve. After working hard on gaining his trust again, by wiggling behind him like a stray dog, I can be finally independent." The man proclaimed, enthusiasm prominent through his tone as he peers down at his lover with big optimistic eyes but Jimin didn't spare him a glance.

"Once I get what I worked hard for to amass, I'm finally free. I can finally do what I want rather than what I do now, something that I hate." The man added. Jimin's grip around the glass tightened yet again while he listened to his lover.

"And what about me?" He asked. Fierce eyes focused on the sea shore as his face remains blank. His tone was vacant as well, almost cold.

"What do you mean by what about you? Everything that I'm doing, it's for us—"

"No, it's not for me!" Jimin snarled as he finally snapped his head towards the elder lad, glaring up at him in annoyance. "It's for you. You're the one who is desperate to achieve your so-called goal. I just want you, only you." Jimin scoots up from the couch with an extremely pissed-off aura radiating around him. Eyebrows held together into a deep grimace.