ANTICIPATED AGAIN

chapter 22

As we were lost in our moment, the knock on the door broke the spell. Jungkook reluctantly left me kneeling on the bed, his eyes still locked on mine as he walked over to the door. He picked up the sweatpants I had thrown earlier and whispered, "Get inside the comforter, Taehyung."

I nodded, my heart still racing from our intimate moment. I slipped under the covers, trying to compose myself as Jungkook opened the door.

"Room service," a cheerful voice announced.

Jungkook's expression changed from soft to annoyed in an instant. "What did I tell you? We didn't order anything."

The waiter's smile faltered. "I apologize, sir. I must have made a mistake."

Jungkook's annoyance was palpable, and I could see the tension in his body as he signed for the order and took the tray from the waiter.

As soon as the door closed, Jungkook's mood darkened. He slammed the tray on the table, and I flinched at the sudden noise.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Nothing," Jungkook snapped, his eyes flashing with irritation.

I could see a strange mix of hurt, anger, and longing on his face as if he was having a mental breakdown.

I hesitated, sensing his mood was about to spiral out of control. "Jungkook, I—"

"Don't," he cut me off, his voice dripping with disdain. "Just don't, Taehyung."

I could sense that he was barely keeping a massive storm from brewing inside of him.

Why?

Does he regret what we did?

I felt a sting from his words, and my eyes began to well up. Jungkook's expression softened for a moment, but then he turned away, leaving me feeling hurt and confused.

He turned around and went to sleep on the other side of the bed, leaving me in a suffocating silence.

As the night wore on, I couldn't shake off the feeling of rejection. Jungkook's mood only grew darker, and he barely spoke to me. I tried to reach out to him, but he pushed me away.

Eventually, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I cried myself to sleep, feeling lost and alone.

As I drifted off, I heard Jungkook's muffled voice, "Taehyung, I...I'm sorry."

But it was too late. The damage was done.

In the morning, Jungkook was gone. He left a note on the bed, saying he went to the office and I didn't have to pay for the room.

Honestly, I don't even know why he booked one room for us. He could have booked two. His actions are always confusing.

I realized that our relationship was fragile, and Jungkook's moods could easily shatter the delicate balance we had. I wondered if we were compatible and if we could ever truly be happy together.

My eyes widened as I threw the paper away in my hand. What the fuck did I just thought of? Us being together? Being happy? What is wrong with me?

As I packed my bags to leave, I couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty about my feelings.

I changed the clothes that I had worn last night and left the room, smiling at the room service boy who came to our room last night.

I decided to go straight to the office as Jungkook was already there.

As I walked into the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I had been working as Jungkook's chef for a few months now, and I had grown accustomed to our daily interactions. But today, something felt off.