𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒙, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? ➳ 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆 🔞

34 | broken

I didn't connect at the moment. Taehyung's words pierced me like burning daggers. It hurts so much.

What happened to him? Why does he hate me so much?

My decision to leave has cost me more than I thought.

If only he had given me the opportunity to explain my reasons, maybe, and I just say maybe, he would understand.

The scene of his face painted with anger doesn't leave my mind. His screams. His hatred in the eyes. His grip. My wrist hurts.

Without realizing it, I was sobbing uncontrollably, bringing my hands into my lowered face, I didn't want Jungkook to see me.

But he comes close to me. He takes my hands off my face, I feel his fingers under my chin, he forces me to look at him, but I avoid his gaze.

《Hey, look at me and breathe, slowly.》

I couldn't breathe. I looked like a kkd. I'm so ridiculous. I take courage and raise my wet eyelashes, looking at his concerned glossy eyes.

He looks at me and says nothing. At the moment I can't do anything but cry, I feel numb, my whole body is tingling. I barely feel the warmth of Jungkook's body that hugs mine.

I want to cry, but I can't. I don't want to, not in front of Jungkook or Jimin. Only now I notice Jungkook's hand gently caressing my back; the other holds my head on his chest. He has such a delicate touch.

We stand there still, his sweetness that envelops my wounded heart.

After a while I lift my head from Jungkook's chest, I hear someone coming back downstairs, with heavy feet. And immediately after the shouts of Taehyung, he had it against Jimin who chased him, a little behind him.

Taehyung gives a last look at me and Jungkook, who still held me in his arms, but says nothing.

Jimin pursues him until he leaves the house, slamming the door. He stops in front of the entrance, snorts frustrated scratching his head, and turns to us.

Jimin's gaze settles on us, observing us in a strange way, but says nothing.

Jungkook still held me tightly to his body. I realize only now that I was also holding Jungkook. I loosen my hands on his shirt, feeling embarrassed.

I'm feeling nervous, I felt my face on fire. The tears finally stopped falling, but the sobs were still there. I wipe my face with the sweatshirt sleeves. I hated the fact that they saw me crying, I feel ashamed.

But the shame does not exceed the pain I feel in my chest.

《Why was he flipping out like that?》

I take a short break before answering Jimin, my head is a total mess.

I sit on the edge of the sofa.
《I ... don't want to talk about it.》

The two boys look at each other, without saying or asking for more. They sit next to me, one for each of my sides. Jungkook's hand comes back to caress my back, to comfort me. I was looking down.

《He didn't mean it.》

《Which, of all the things he told me?》

I say whirling towards Jungkook. They only heard a part of the things Taehyung told me. They don't know everything.

I stand up, looking at the two boys. They were visibly shaken, they did not expect to see such a scene on their return.

《I, I think I'll take a walk.》

《Ok, we'll come with you.》Jungkook says looking at Jimin, who nods.
They get up but I block them putting my hands on their shoulders.

《Alone.》