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삼십

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❝ We are just kids,
we aren't supposed
to be heros.❞



C H A P T ER
X X X





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A RIPPLE OF NERVOUSNESS went through me leaving an unfamiliar heat in it's wake. Rushing, I brought myself to stare at the back of Jungkook's head. He's talking with Mr. Jung right now, and from the looks of it, either of the two aren't happy to see each other. I sighed, pushing back against the counter, as I make my way over to Yoongi; he's making coffee for everyone, while Taehyung and the others are at the foyer, all present in the same room hearing what Jungkook and Mr Jung were discussing, but none of them dared to interrupt.





           “Yoongi?—” I began to ask but stopped when  I saw the sour expression on his face.













                   “What is it, Aria?” he asked, pouring coffee into the mugs, as I gulped when he handed me one of the mugs to stir and add milk.









              “Mr Jung—” I pushed the mug back to him, and reach for another, while he placed the other on a tray,“Do you know him?”









“I think I should be asking you that.”











             He spoke and my eyes widened, shrugging my shoulder, I peeked a glance over my shoulder to check if anyone was listening before I turned to face him.








      “I don't,” the second I said that, his eyes darkened as one of his dark brow lifted, gulping I took a deep breath,“Look, I don't know him honestly. I just met him a few times, on different occasions, we never really even talked properly until today one when he kinda saved me from Nick and other now the police station.”











His brow lowered as he considered my words, then he titled his head,“Is that all?”















                        “Of course, I have no reason to lie about it,” I mumured, holding his gaze.











“Good. Keep it that way, Jungkook won't be happy if you catches you talking to him,” as he spoke, there was a quickening within my body, a strange tension coiling and stretching and I wasn't sure what was I meant to do, so I stood there.








After a few minutes or seconds have passed he added,“I know what you're thinking, Aria he's a business man and there's nothing good about him. I know Jungkook, and I know he wouldn't want you, to get tangled up into their mess.”








                   “I don't understand. But at least I have the right to know, what's the relation between them?” I asked, balling my hands into a fist, as I groaned impatiently.









“Mr Jung was married to Jungkook's sister, she died and he blames him. That's the end, and that's all you need to know,” he said, after a few seconds of hesitation. Pinning me with a one last look of warning, before he took the tray of filled mugs and sauntered his way, up to the foyer.













My eyes falled back at the two, and then at my hands, they were cold and clammy as I wiped them against my shirt, pushing back my hair I  paused and stared, to nowhere in specific.









I knew he had a sister. I knew she died. I knew, they were close but how come I never bothered to talk to him about it. Every time we had a decent conversation, it would always start off with me, what I want, what I need.












The moment that thought reached my head, I realized that I was starting to become selfish. Ever since, Alex left I was too self-observed to care about anyone but myself. I wanted to blame Jeon because that's the only way I didn't feel miserable, may be even now I am still the same.











My eyes snapped, darting towards them, untill I saw Jeon standing up, my heart raced as without further thoughts I followed him. He was in the bathroom, the door was left half-opened when I entered.











            My breath hitched, as I stared at him, bare chest, his eyes lightening up with a flame, as he bridged the distance between us. His hands goes behind, fingers around my neck, as he urges me forward. Now, only centimeters separated our noses from touching. He was so close, that I could smell the mint of his breath, when it fanned against my face. His mouth, it's moving he's chewing on a gum. I am still waiting for him to say something, may be do anythingthing.











However, in my momentary fear when my eyes darted back to his. I was hypnotized by their dominating content. I swallowed, and I swallowed as my knees grew week, staring down I reached and laid my hand against his chest.







Since, now wasn't the perfect time to talk about his sister, I let the questions, die out.












        “How come you don't have single cut? I breathed, nervously, he leaned against my body, pushing the door behind us shut, he stepped towards me, and I shrank back reflexively. We both went still.














                   “The only thing that's wounded is my pride, Aria,” he said sharply, something angry and pocessive breaking through his perfect mask,“You let him, Jung Hoseok help you but you didn't even bother to tell me, let alone ask me for help.”










If these were normal times, I would've answered him back with a curt reply but right now I knew he was angry, and I definitely didn't want to say something which I knew I would regret later.









“I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just that I get really lost sometimes and then, I do things that hurt others.”















I spoke, seeing his lips tucked up as he looks down at me with a sardonic smile on his mouth. My breath failed me, within my chest, I felt my heart throb with a bittersweet delight.






                  “So, are you now my girlfriend? Or whatever?” he asked, after a few seconds of tranquility.








            “Only, if you want me to be,” I giggled, at his contemptuous gaze.












“That’s what I am asking, except if you want that to happen,” he enquired the sound of his voice soothed my ears. A smile reached my lips, as I stared upwards at his remarkable face.












              “I don't know,” I shrugged, held captive by his watchful gaze,“I just think that we'll be a good us.”












A full faced smile adorned his stoic face, lowering his head, he paused by my ear,“I think we'd be a wonderful us.”










TO BE CONTINUED








Author's Note:

Thank God, that I still have this chapter and Wattpad didn't mess it up, I said I would be updating frequently, so here I am, with a new chapter.





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