BEAUTY REVENGE || JEON JUNGKOOK ✔

24

More than two weeks had passed, yet there was no way Y/N could finally tell Jungkook her real identity. Every other day, she felt worse about herself, the feeling of hurting him more than before consuming her every moment.

You're a coward—admit it.

They'd been on a few dates by then and a few other nights in at his place, where they'd eaten in and watched movies and talked, and, of course, had sex. She and his cat, Moe, seemed to like each other rather well. The cat met her at the door meowing and figure-eighting around her legs every time, and it often hopped up into her lap as well, to Jungkook's continuing surprise.

Never once had he questioned why Y/N didn't invite him over at her aunt's house; he probably could say it was due to the fact that every time Y/N spoke on the numerous amounts of clutter surrounding boxes and scattered miscellaneous things around the house and its garage, she had been going through all over the past weeks, what would go to donations and today's yard sale and what she intended to keep.

She never thought she could be insatiable regarding sex until Jungkook came back into her life. But she couldn't seem to get enough of him and hated that they only had one more week together before she had to return back to Seoul. She'd probably never see him again after that, but he would always remain in her mind and heart forever. 

The more time Y/N spent with Jungkook, the more the painful memories from the end of their high school year blurred into the background. Though she would never forget his attempt to degrade her, the hatred she once felt had dissolved into something much deeper and more complicated. She had fallen in love with him—something she never anticipated. Karma, it seemed, was indeed a cruel mistress.

"Excuse me, how much is this?" The question brought Y/N back to reality, shaking her from her thoughts, right back to the yard sale. She blinked at the 16" x 20" framed painting of an ocean that she held up. Her mind was still twisted in a labyrinth of her emotions. Without a second thought, she blurted out a number. "Two dollars."

She had gotten really familiar with that price, and so she said hurriedly, "I'll take it."She stuffed the money into the back of her jeans as she handed it over. The lawn sale still returned her thoughts to Jungkook because, earlier, Lia had offered to help, but Y/N had said it wasn't necessary. 

Thankfully a couple of Aunt Emily's neighbors had come on board with things they wanted to sell. She had gotten rid of most of the heavy furniture either by donation or through Craigslist. She had kept the spare bedroom set, the kitchen table, and a couple of things in the living room. Borrowed boxes substitute for end tables for the lamps and for a coffee table, an old Army trunk of her uncles—she never knew which one. Lia and Seokjin could take care of the remaining, all of it, whatever Y/N was on the edge of leaving behind in the decision to live in Seoul. There was no way Jungkook would forgive her when he found out she was lying, and staying in Seoul was the only way to avoid that.

Setting up that morning was easy because things she intended to sell had been stored in boxes and then piled up in the garage. She displayed some smaller items on folding tables in the driveway and spread old clean sheets on the lawn. Mrs. Mae and Mrs. Kim answered by laying out additional tables, sheets, and folding chairs, arranging in the shade of a big tree while the other women kept watch. Y/N was thankful; she hadn't thought to budget time out to make the trip to the bathroom, and there were enough shady characters about that a few might exploit that.