Thirst For Your Love ▶Jimin X Rosé FF◀ RANKED #1 IN JIROSE. #WATTYS2020

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Continuing from last chapter:

What a stupid fool I was... Speaking without even thinking?

EVERYTHING WAS MY FAULT.

I should've just died in the fire.

Instead of that little girl.

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I called the register and requested for some cold towels and extra iced water.

Lisa helped me to soak the towels as we laid it on his burning forehead.

He began to moan softly, his eyes still closed.

"Jungkook shii? Are you awake?" Lisa asked.

"He's not, I'm afraid it's going to take a while before he gets up and going again..."I replied.

"Oh."

"Lisa you should rest a little, today was a long day for you." I tried to push her to sleep.

"No I'll help." She insisted.

I sighed.

Why did I always make things worse?

We sat there and switched his towels alternately.

Soon, lisa was dozing off.

I put her head on the pillow, and watched her sleep soundly.

I, however.... How could I sleep when I was stripped away of my will?

I dipped another towel in the iced water to put on his forehead when he grabbed my hand.

Thinking he was awake, I perked up and turned to him.

But he was still unconscious.

His hand was shaking.

I was about to remove his hand from mine when he started to muttering things.

Really softly.

"O—oppa ga.... Mianhae...(big brother's sorry).." he whispered.

I was confused. Was he dreaming perhaps?

What he said next...

Made my hair stand on its tips. I felt a bolt of energy leave my body.

....

....

....

Everything started to make sense. Why he was saying those things in his dream, why he kept all of this from me... why he spied on me...

My eyes widened.

I quickly flicked his hand off of mine and dropped to the floor.

He repeated it. Many times.

There were tears escaping from his eyes.

He curled up, hugging his body.

I crawled over to the door and opened it.

There was no use in me staying in that room anymore.

My body was vibrating.

My mind started to cloud from all the pieces finally fitting together.

It wasn't his fault.... it was mine all along...

My entire life, I had never felt that afraid of something. That guilty.