𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙂𝙪𝙮 | PJM ff

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙚

Walking down the corridor with a blank face, Lyla constantly checked on me and patted on my back as a comfort.

We reached our school's parking lot which was located right in front of the college dorm.

"Let's throw a sleepover tonight!" Lyla screamed as the idea suddenly hit her.

"No, Lyla. We need to stay in our own rooms every night," I rejected.

Lyla moved into our dorm a week ago.

"Come on! It's gonna be fun!" Lyla swung my arms from side to side.

"I know. But," I sighed, "we're not allowed to do this. Rules are rules. I can't help either."

She stared at me with a 'you're boring' look on her face.

Honesty I would have agreed if the horrible moment just now didn't happen.

But it did.

And I was exhausted to even open my mouth to speak.

I just needed some time alone.

"Fine, just come."

"Yay! I'm gonna come after the teacher came checking on us okay? Then after they left, I will sneak in your room," Lyla explained her perfect plan.

I exhaled and waved at her, mentally saying a bye.

I heard Lyla's little giggle before she ran off.

After I reached my dorm, I dropped my bag onto the floor and dragged my heavy body to my room.

I took a towel before I walked into my bathroom.

"No please..." I mumbled as I stared at my reflection.

I was in a whole mess, much worse than how I thought it would be like. There're obvious bruises on my neck. My lips were still in reddish-pink colour.

My emotions began to flow through my body again. I pouted trying to take control of my tears but a drop of them didn't listen as it flew down my flushed cheeks.

"Fucking bastard!" I yelled followed by a few more pure screams while messing up my hair.

I took a deep breath and finally calmed down, on the outside only.

Inside, my blood was still boiling hard.

I stepped into the shower. I relaxed my body but tensed up again thinking about my future.

Does it mean Jungkook and I are over already? Or is this just a warning?

I paused.

No, please...let us be over.

All our recent memories hit me, one by one. I frowned when I noticed the only similarity: I was always the one chasing after him.

I had never thought of leaving him because I loved him.

Yes, loved.

Because now, I only felt growing disgust over him. I wouldn't lie that I still got butterflies in my stomach whenever I remembered his handsome features, but as his girlfriend, I knew his disrespectful side towards women, and that was enough to cover all those beautiful things of him.

"Maybe try and let it go."

A voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

A small smile crept over my face.

Actually, his voice isn't too bad.

It is quite...sweet and soft.

I could feel my cheeks getting hotter again.