Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 104

             I'm sitting on the floor, hugging my knees, doing nothing but messing my mind up for hours.

It feels like Deja Vu.

Because I'm like this every time I fight with Jungkook.

But, to be honest, this one doesn't feel as bad as the previous one.

The previous fight broke me so badly that I feel like I'm almost dead.

However, this one is a disappointment, even though he was slutshaming me.

At first, I was so angry that I slapped him.

But thinking again, it is just out of his stupid jealousy.

How can he arrange for me to take a jet to London just to yell in my face about his stupid jealousy?

I clench my hand.

He must hurt then, right?

Jungkook, I'm really dying to make you more jealous then!

You deserve to feel hurt sometimes!

Suddenly, I hear the door open, and instantly, my thoughts disappear.

Jungkook opens the door, and his eyes roam around, searching for Y/N.

He doesn't see y/n in this room, and he frowns.

He enters the room. "Y/N?" he calls out while searching for her.

It's quite quiet; she has no answer.

Then, Jungkook goes to look at the attached bathroom, but she isn't there either.

"Y/n???" he calls her again.

There is no answer, and he is so confused.

She doesn't usually sneak out of unfamiliar places, especially when this is a foreign country.

He is quiet for a while, then he strains his eyes to look around at every detail.

He makes a small move behind the curtain, and he just realizes a figure of a human body is sitting behind it.

He scoffs; she's acting like a child.

I sit still, quiet.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

Please go away.

Suddenly, a curtain flips behind me, and I feel exposed.

"Y/N," is Jungkook's voice, right behind mine.

My brows knit together, and I bury my face in my knees, ignoring him.

"Babe," he calls me again.

But suddenly he calls me Babe again?

I'm not going to easily fall for him anymore.

"Let's go outside. "I'll take you shopping," he says.

That sudden?

Shopping? Out of nowhere?

I don't answer him, and I keep ignoring him.

"London is a nice place to shop," he tries to convince me.

I keep ignoring him.

He finally bends down, puts his hand around my back, and jerks his face towards me. "Come on, babe," he says.

I slightly turn away from him.

He sighs. "I'm sorry. You know," he says.

He is sorry. But it seems so hard for him to say it.