The devil wears Dior.

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The door clicks softly after Jungkook steps out of the car with an umbrella with him. It's raining still. It has decreased in intensity but it's still enough to wet a person if they stay out for longer than enough.

We decided to eat something after the hot make out session in this car only. The lower pit of my stomach acted again at the thought of it. I don't even know what possessed me. To be honest, it isn't actually me, it's him who makes it impossible for me to resist him. He just touches me in a way that I feel heat inside me, then would say those dirty thing to me that I couldn't even think turned me on and today, he kissed me.

I bite my lower lip at the thought yet again. The kiss. It wasn't a magical one, with unicorns and rainbows. It was brutal, forceful. He didn't kiss my mouth, he actually ate my mouth up. My lips were hurting just a few moments before.

His touch is just as brutal, just as lethal and just as demanding. When he kissed me, it felt like he poured everything in it, every rights, crossed the boundries of wrongs, altered every sin and turned it into pleasure, and i don't mind it, not even in slightest. In fact, i liked it, i immensely enjoyed it and i let him kiss me like it was last. not just first. I don't know why i dont want it to be my first and last with him, i just know that he's becoming something that i didnt want him to be initially.

I sigh and look inside the car. It was a mess in here a few minutes back. I don't know what would've happened if Da Eun didn't call me. Maybe we hadn't had sex but i would've cum for sure, i was just a few moments away from it. And then Jungkook would've made me make him cum too, Like he always does. I would've done it, even after resistance. I would've enjoyed it too.

Who are you? Where did the prude Hana fly too?

Oh well, welcome back, Mr. Brain. You would have a whole field day after coming to acknowledgment of what things happened today. I loved it, would totally want them to happen to me again. i don't even know why am i smiling this much today, all of the reasons might include everything that Jungkook did to me. I've been this happy after what feels like ages.

It must feel good to be happy again, right?

I smile to myself again, pulling the leather jacket that i'm wearing closer to my body. The jacket isn't mine, it's his. After the stuff, i put on my dress but even though with heat on, i was feeling cold. Luckily, Jungkook had a jacket of his in the car. I wore it, It's a big thing. In no way I'm a small woman. I guess i'm as tall as five foot five inches which is a pretty average height, though Jungkook is tall and big. His clothes feel huge on me, and somehow extra warm.

Happiness feels so good after so long. The last time i think i felt genuinely happy was when i was little and mom and dad would play with me, make me laugh and go on vacations together with me. Other than that i laugh with my friends, but the content that i'm feeling right now is something extra ordinary. I'm not thinking about the future, it's just today. So yup, it feels good to be happy again, Mr. Brain.

And do you think you deserve it? What about a week or two ahead when he'll show his true colours? Bad boys aren't meant to feel things for, Don't be so naive.

I sit in silence. I do think i deserve it, i deserve to be happy, i deserve to feel nice. I'm a better person now. And about the futur-

You're stupid to think he'll stay after seeing who you really are.

Well, he did see my scars, he knows the history and he made me feel like it wasn't my fault. He has already seen that part-

And what about your panic attacks? Night terrors? What about the part where you look into the mirror and suddenly feel like you need to ooze blood? Do you think he'll stay after seeing you act like some madwoman?

My throat constricts at the thought. Only my parents have seen that part of me, not fully though, but still enough to look at me with those pity eyes and treating me like i'm not normal. They don't say it, but i know they might've wished that their only daughter was normal, not a madwoman. I myself feel like i'm a burden to them. How long will they listen to me whining and keep telling me, or might i say gaslighting me, into thinking that it's ok when it's not.

As i feel my eyes tear up, i take in a gushful of air. He won't stay. I hope he never sees that part of me. He'll probably think that i'm not as normal as he thought i was, There are better girls out there, Probably more normal than me, prettie-

I gasp in my seat as the loud chime of a phone brings my attention to the leather scent, dim light and smooth interior of the car i'm sitting in. I blink back the tears and look around for the phone. I find it sitting nicely in the cup holder on the Jungkook's side. Did he really just left his phone here?

Though the morals in my blood tells me to not see the notification that he might've gotten but then i think of just how much morality he might've had while invading my privacy and tearing it into shreds. If he can do it all, then why not me? Especially when i have the chance. What if it's some message from some woman? That thought was enough for me to lap forward towards the driver's seat and hold the newest model of iPhone kept in the cup holder.

I switch the phone on and luckily i can see the notifications. There are so many of them but the main one showing right at the top is actually some chats, and by the look of it, i think it's some group chat. I literally have no interest in boys group chat. I can tell what they must be talking about majorly and it already grosses me. But i still read the shown messages.

Lee Seojun:
Jungkook is literally missing the best pussies of the town.

Im Jaehyun:
For fucking real. Plus the great alcohol.

Also Mia told me to tell you that she's missing you, @ Jungkook.Jeon

Han Theo:
God bless Mia for all the girls she brought with her. But yup, she's just drinking and drinking waiting for you, JK.

Michael:
Leave him alone guys, he has better things to do. Just party like you always do.

I'm not thinking much, just looking the chats coming again and again on the screen. My heart palpitates faster than before, trying to join pieces here.

Im Jaehyun:
The party isn't fun until JK and Mia literally throw shots after shots, and climb up those stairs leaving us to hear her loud screams.

Lots of laughing emojis follow right after, my heart thuds into my stomach. Who's Mia?

Michael:
That was around three months back, JK doesn't even talk with her anymore.

Lee Seojun:
Is that why Mia is so irritated today? She might've guessed JK would be here, but poor girl...

Han Theo:
Hey Mi, where is he btw? There's no way he declined Mia's offer for tonight.

Michael:
That's none of your business, again.

"0618 is the password, my peach."

I startle in my seat when i hear a voice from my side. I see Jungkook leaning in to settle in the car with his one hand carrying the packed food. He keeps the food in his lap before closing the umbrella he took with him. The rain has almost stopped now. Once he's done with it, he pushes the umbrella under his seat. The leather seat stretches under him as he looks at me holding his phone in my hands.

He raises his eyebrow at me and i just acknowledge that he just told me his password, but i don't feel like using it anymore, to be honest.

"I... Your phone was blowing up with the notifications, so..." i reason out and push the phone towards him.

He squints his eyes before holding the phone from my shaking hold. There's only one name that has been circling in my mind again and again. Jungkook swiftly opens his phone and i look at the screen to see him reading the chat before typing something that i couldn't figure out because the screen looks almost black from my side, plus he typed it too fast for me catch.

He sighs out and i look at his face for some explanation. He read the chat and probably knows that i read it all too.

He just looks at me and says, "Should we eat?"

It's me who squints the eyes now to look at him.

"What are they talking about, Jungkook?" i ask him.

My brain mocks me for even trusting someone. I knew this, I should've been careful.

"It's nothing you should worry about, Hana. They're just at some party that they thought i would be at too, but i am not," he explains.

"Who's Mia?"

"She's no one, Hana. Stop thinking so much-"

"No! I asked you and you need to tell me about her right now," i assert.

His lips twitch and my hands ball into fists. The tension, negative one, spread across the car and it feels sensitive to even breath here, it's suddenly suffocating. If he doesn't answer, I'll climb out of this car.

" She was no one but the one I used to fuck around with. It was three months ago, not anymore," he answers.

"Do you still talk?" I ask him.

"Not much. She invited me to one of her father's owned clubs to party tonight but I didn't want to go there," he answers.

He didn't want to go there because he wanted to be with me or is he here with me just because he didn't want to be there?

"Was she your girlfriend?"

"No, Hana, I don't do girlfriends," his answer isn't new. He told me this before too.

Then what am I?

I want to ask him but my voice dies in my throat, my tongue almost wanted to roll the question out. So Mia is the other name in his big list, the example that these people will warn other girls with. Yoongi's words rush back into my mind.

"He's not the type of guy who dates or loves, he'll just break you in million pieces by the end and leave you in nothing but mess that you won't be able to do right. I can tell you few examples of girls who went through it after getting involved with him."

Well, he has been clear with this from first time, isn't it? He said he don't do girlfriends, he was just obsessed with me. It's crazy that I even thought that I can be special. No, I know he didn't do anything with any other girl. He said it's been three months, and I believe him but what about us? Me and him?

I know we shouldn't just jump to keeping names of what we have just now but still, I felt this was special. I felt like he was changing his terms for me, but again who am I? What's there in me to feel special for?

The phone in Jungkook's hand rings and I only glanced at the screen for a fraction of second. It didn't took me much time to see the name that flashed there.

Mia.

Just friends, yup.

I'm not hurt, nope, not after seeing this call. It's not even jealousy. I'm mad, so pissed. I want to scream at him. He should've gone there only. It would've been better. His better girl is waiting there for him. He should be making her scream in one of the bedrooms. He should be eating her face out, just shouldn't be here with me.

My eyes shoot up to meet his. I'm sure mine look stern, I'm so close to start yelling at him, break that phone and then scratch his car (which I might soon). More than anything, I really want to kill him if he dares to pick that phone up.

Jungkook sighs and then looks down at his phone, making the screen again not visible to me.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a few," he tells me and without even waiting for my response, he's out of the car.

The door that he slammed quite hard, makes the car shake. I part my lips in disbelief and then softly scoff at the audacity.

You know what, I don't even want to go back home with him. I'd rather do Uber and go home. It's just half past six in the evening, not much late and I've done Uber at nine too sometimes. It's just better than being in the same space as this bastard.

I quickly fish out my phone and search for best driver to my house.

But wait.

He can easily break into my house if he finds me not here. I need to be at some place where he can't come. Should I go to Da Eun and Jae's apartment? He might come there too but I doubt that he'll be break into their apartment too.

Without wasting much time, I type in their address and enter it. The driver search happens just quickly, considering we're at the Hotspot of the city. It'll take a minute or two for the driver to he here.

I look outside at Jungkook to see him standing far away, his back facing the car. He's talking. He doesn't look stressed, just talking stone cold like he always does.

My lips twitch in anger again and I want to do something very very petty. I might shake in my guts after a few minutes of this but right now, I want to be the pettiest girl I've known.

I open my handbag to bring out my Dior lipstick. In no way I'm going to leave his wreck of a beautiful car without leaving my mark. Just in this car, we were getting steamed up a few moments back and now this is pissing me off. I wanna ruin this all.

I open the cap and roll the new lipstick. The Colour stick comes out, all red and untouched. Mom gave this to me when we met last time, I just have it with me given I'm not much fan of lipsticks on daily basis. I'm a lipgloss girl.

Looking up at the front, I lean forward, scratching the red colour all over the dashboard of the car. If the windows of the car weren't tinted, people outside would've seen a whole new sight of a woman scathing inside the car, dirtying the interior.

Well, the owner of this beautiful thing deserves it.

Climbing up on the seat, I put my knees on the leather seat and lean forward towards the rear view mirror. Then I take my lipstick to the glass, and put extra pressure to write 'Fuck You' in bold letters on there. I scratch every word multiple times so that he has to take more than an hour to take it off before he hits the road again in a few minutes.

I hear my phone buzz, indicating that my driver is here.

"Fuck," I whisper and look out at Jungkook still on phone.

Of fucking course.

Literally fuck him in his ass.

The usual opposite voice in my head actually cheers me on as I scratch the last bits of the lipstick on the seat he'll he sitting on after picking up the big bag of the hot freshly cooked food that he supposedly bought for us both. It was cute until this. I will take this with me, I have nothing to eat and have no idea about what my girlies might be cooking.

Though I know the lipstick on the seat won't do much to his clothes considering he's wearing black, but it's ok. The stains will stay, especially on leather, until you rub it hardly.

After it's done, I look at the artwork. Streaks and streaks of red lipstick on the dashboard, steering wheel, lower portion of the front mirror, his seat and the bold fuck you on the rear view mirror looks like devil from hell's kiss marks.

I smirk and after a last glance at his back, I open my side of door. It open quickly and I step out. I throw the used, wreckhovaced lipstick inside the car, on his leather seat on which I was sitting as a memory of my presence there.

I don't look at him again as I see my Uber waiting for me. I quickly get in and the driver doesn't wait much before driving to my destination which is only fifteen minutes away from here.

I switch my phone on again as I open the group chat of us three.

Me:
Watchu doing?

Da Eun:
Just finished my painting. Why?

Me:
Where's Jae?

Da Eun:
Cooking downstairs while chugging down her favorite beer. Why? Are you OK?

Me:
Let's have a girl's night tonight. I'm on my way, actually.

Da Eun:
Really?? OMG! of course. It's been so long!

Me:
Great! I'm bringing some fried chicken and pasta.

Da Eun:
I love you, Hana!

I send her a red heart as I smile, feeling a little better. But then my phone rings. It's Jungkook's. Of course, he's back now. I cut the call. He can screw himself.

He doesn't call me again, which I expected him to. Instead he sends me a message with a photo of the interior of the car that I painted red, thank you very much.

There's a text attached that picture that says "Cute, but you'll pay for this, peach"

I gulp hard but then clench my jaw. I'm sure he has tracker inside my phone, he might track me anywhere he wants to. I just read the text but don't reply like always. I thought this routine of me not texting him back might end today, but nop.

I close his chat and look out of the window, in silence.

See told you-

No! No, just no. I'm not listening. I don't want to think about this, at least not right now. Fuck, where I thought today was one of the best days of my life till now, he literally ruined it at the end.

I sigh. A girl's night is actually a necessity tonight to shut my mind up.

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