Click. The lock to Jungkook’s apartment sounded as he turned the key and opened the door.
He walked in, pulling the key out and letting me by before closing the door and locking it again with another Click.
I walked in, my purse hung over my shoulder while my overnight bag hung over Jungkook’s shoulder.
I still felt bad from earlier at the restaurant. I had expected him to be angrier with me, but I figured he didn’t want to make a scene.
Now that we were alone, I was afraid to bring it up again. I just hugged my arms to my chest as I followed Jungkook up the stairs.
I took off my heels once again before walking in and setting my purse down on the end table next to the chair. Jungkook set my bag down on the chair and then turned to me.
“Let’s go.” he said, in a rather dull voice.
I could tell he was still upset with me, but he still needed to show me my office, since I’d be working there at least once a week.
I followed him out the door, clutching my phone as we walked into the office.
The plain office that I saw last week was now decorated with pictures on the wall, a couple plants stood in the corners, and the desk had a computer set up on top of it,
along with some office supplies and a single vase with black and white roses, and one red rose sat in the middle.
I managed to force a little smile, walking over to the chair and sitting down in it.
There was another office chair in a corner near my desk, probably for Jungkook when we worked on our plans together.
“This is nice.” I said, looking down at the desk and running my hand along the smooth wooden surface. “I like it. Thanks.”
There was a moment of silence between us before I heard Jungkook sigh. He walked around my desk and sat on the edge of it. I looked up at him, his face serious as he looked down at me.
He was interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. I brought it with me to take pictures of the office so that I might be able to bring some things from home to decorate the room with.
I looked down at my phone to see Jimin’s name on the screen. I looked back up at Jungkook, who looked annoyed that my phone had gone off while he was trying to speak.
“It’s him.” I said, unsure of what to do. I wanted to talk to Jimin, but I knew it was a bad idea right now. If I didn’t answer him though, he would worry and keep calling me until I picked up.
“Don’t answer.” Jungkook said in a low, but angry voice. “Turn the phone off, and put it down on the desk.”
“But if I don’t answer, he’ll worry.” I said, looking up at him and trying to get him to understand the situation.
The phone suddenly went silent, signaling the end of Jimin’s attempt to call me. “I just need to tell him that I’m busy.”
I unlocked my phone, and I pressed the message button. I pressed Jimin’s name, and I was about to start texting him a message when my phone disappeared from my hands.
I looked up to see Jungkook had taken my phone. I reached for my phone, but he held it out of my reach. I was about to protest when I heard Jungkook speak.
“This is why you’re in deep shit right now, Ari.” He said, looking at my phone as he typed a message that I couldn’t see.
“You’re being too considerate of someone who can’t accept the fact that you’re not his anymore.”
“You don’t even know him!” I protested. “You only met him once-“
My voice was but off by Jungkook’s voice, louder and angrier than before. “Once was enough.” He said, looking down at me, his face dark with anger.
“What kind of person kisses his ex in front of her boss that he’s never met? What kind of person leaves bruises on you after seeing someone else’s marks on you, even though you’re broken up?
If you saw this from my perspective, you would know that he’s being possessive of you.
Now he knows that we have something going on, and you didn’t think about the consequences of telling him our secret. He could blackmail me to get you back.
He could expose us and that could mean the end of Jin’s business.” He paused, putting my phone into his pocket before continuing his spiel.
“If you want to still have a job next week, then I wouldn’t even touch this phone until you think about what your actions might do to those around you. Think, Ari.”
With that, Jungkook pushed himself off of the desk and disappeared through the door of his office. I stared at the empty doorway, the guilt crashing over me again like a wave.
His words repeated in my mind. If you saw this from my perspective, you would know that he’s being possessive of you.
I knew Jimin always wanted to be around me, but I never thought of it as possession, until now. I was so blinded by my love for him that I didn’t even realize what he was doing to me.
How could I not see this? It was true that I still had feelings for Jimin, since he was the first boyfriend I ever had, but that’s what kept me from really leaving him.
At this point, it would be impossible to just be friends with him unless both of us changed.
I felt the tears in my eyes again, but this time I let them flow down my face. I crossed my arms on the desk and buried my head in my arms, soaking them as I cried.
I didn’t want to be the reason why Jin’s business failed. I didn’t want to ruin someone’s legacy just because I didn’t want to hurt Jimin’s feelings.
How could I not see this? How could I be so stupid?
I could feel my self-esteem crashing down and bursting into flames of self-loathing. I felt like a child who didn’t want to let go of her first blankie, even though it was torn and dirty.
I was nothing better than a spoiled child. I felt worthless, stupid, and guilty all at the same time.
Every negative emotion poured into me as I sobbed uncontrollably for what seemed like an hour. I didn’t want to move. I felt numb after I couldn’t cry anymore.
Jungkook had closed his door in the midst of my crying, not even bothering to comfort me after breaking me down so much. I couldn’t blame him, though.
Who would want to comfort someone who was like a little brat that didn’t want to let go of her shredded blankie?
I felt sick now from being so upset, and my body shook uncontrollably. I felt cold, but I didn’t bother to try and warm myself.
I felt exhausted, and my arms felt numb from being pressed into the hard surface for so long.
I finally moved, my shoulders protesting the movement after staying stiff in one position for so long. I lifted my tear-stained face from my arms and wiped the tears off on my dress.
I wanted to leave, but I didn’t know my way back to my apartment from here so I would have to ask Jungkook to take me home.
I didn’t want to even look at him right now, so I decided it wasn’t worth it. I stood up, my legs shaking as I walked out of the room.
I changed into my pajamas, leaving my dress draped over the couch before walking out of the bedroom.
I walked into the room with the library and closed the door behind me after turning on one of the lights on the table.
I sat on one of the large lounge chairs and curled up, hugging my knees to my chest. Since the chair was next to the bookshelf, I reached over and pulled out a few books.
I ditched all of the romance ones and settled for a mystery novel. It didn’t take me long to drift off to sleep, still holding the book in my hands as I drifted off to sleep.