"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
A/n: goals for next update- 650+ votes and 5k reads. Enjoy the chapter🤍 Play 'my girl' from the playlist for this chapter.
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J U N G K O O K
Something changed the day of our visit to Maya at the hospital. Maybe it was the fact that I let her see a side of mine only a few people knew, who were close to me. My dad and Nitara, these two were my only people.
I didn't know what happened, or what pushed me to open up to y/n about my past, about my traumas, I hadn't even told her everything yet I felt her concern, her comfort was my salvation.
And for that, I was ready to be an open book to her, for her to just go through me, through my wounds and heal me with her ethereal smile and soft touches.
I knew I had lost it. I had become a prisoner of her charms. Bounded in a maze of her beauty, caged by her soul and intoxicated by her fragrance. I know I'm not me anymore. I have become someone I didn't even know existed in me.
But how could I not think about her, when even a second away from her had been like a torment for me, reminding me of those few hours when I thought I lost her.
It had been more than a week since that stalking incident and there was never a single breath I had taken in peace after seeing her marks.
Though my rage had settled down after her marks had faded, but I could never take that fucker's face out of my mind. From that day I had always found myself on edge, always looking at her, my eyes never left her.
I saw her getting better, I saw her getting worried for Maya, I saw her enjoying the sunset around the flowers in the backyard and I saw her getting jealous over Nitara. She could have thought I didn't notice, but little did she know, I could even sense her with eyes closed.
She had become curious to know about Nitara in the last few days, always asking about her, saying she was excited to meet her at Harvard but I knew what was the real reason behind her sudden curiosity.
My girl is jealous of my best friend. I may have gone insane for calling her mine, but I know there's no going back now.
As I was sitting at a desk in the college library, surrounded by stacks of books and the soft whispers of students studying. My brows furrowed as I graded another paper, trying to focus on my work. My thoughts, however, wandered in a different direction.
A hidden voice called my name from the new forbidden territory that I had found in myself.
What are you even doing? Stop looking at her.
I couldn't avert my gaze away from y/n, who was sitting with Maya and Sharon, preparing for their Harvard fest. Whenever I looked at her I felt like I was standing on the edge of a precipice, peering into an abyss of emotions I had never ventured into.
