➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 040

A loud knocking echoes through the hollow and large confinements of my penthouse,or at least the lounge that is directly down the hall to my TV room,therefore why it could be hear from me.It seems to faraway though,my gaze too steadily transfixed on the television screen set in front.

It is quite easily pieced together that it must be either Taehyung or Jimin,and as each of them both know the pin to my personal home,I don't bother picking my ass from the comfort of this soft sofa.

My eyes follows the way of the flashes that light a trail across her golden features,the shutters singularly multiplying for printed words that would be released in press papers,magazines,gossip columns alike.

The Jeon's batchelor son would be making head lines soon,once again.

"Fuck."

Arielle at least,is still the non nervous portraiture of sparked and desirable elegancy,with not a hint of trembling figurations or spieled hesitance.Her hair shining in its straightened form,tied in a poised and professional chignon.

Her blazer sits firm around her bust,a silky black that glints equivalent to her hair,as it comes to lay open and expose of her white blouse,matched with loose fitting black trousers that match to soft silk of her blazer.

Always the perfect portraying of sleek professionalism,the angelic features of her Godly sculpted face always marred into bland expressions,and as she gazed at me from the screen,or rather through the camera that filmed her,I don't think I could've felt as farther as I did then.

Not even when we'd still only been boss and employee.

But could our situation as of these days even be countered as any different?

People voice question after question towards her,I find myself quite irritated at how so many people were interested in being up in my business, it's also how I'm reminded why I never keep my eyes on what social media had to say about me.

The only reason rather, that I was busy watching it now ,was to see Arielle.

To catch a glimpse of her in hopes of what exactly I don't know,but for something my nerves were pulsing for right now,at the hastened best of it could not only be accounted to the need to breath.

Maybe it was the search for confirment,for what her statement would conclude to be of,and a sort of small form of closure,maybe?

To not watch from behind a screen,to not stare at her from afar,a reminder of how I'd always admired and had never been able to touch, always having been out of her league.

And well,she had  made it awfully clear how much I still was,with how easy it was to cast me aside.

Was I that indifferent from her usual conquests,I'd ask myself,I'd torture myself with the damned question,if only to have me figuring out why.

I gathered that this must have been how most of my past pursued flings had been feeling after nights of passion spent together, only to be left with dried cum on your back in between sheets that felt cold and alone.

At least Arielle had never been that brutal,other than me that could before,never care for the conquest sharing my bed.

I'd always make my rule prominently clear on what I was willing to give.

Ae,I think I would have rather preferred it if she'd had at least never made me question her first intents with me.

But she had, didn't she?
Had I just been purposely missing the mole holes maybe?

Would my feelings have felt any less torn had I maybe read a little less into her affection?
Maybe.

But I knew indefinitely of what a lie that was,it was hardly strength taking to fall in love with her,and I found myself easily committing to my feelings toward her.

Amusedly,the one time a woman had me by the shackles, she also didn't want to hold on to them,and would rather it not given to her at all.

Was karma finally being a bitch,after all these years?

Maybe,maybe she was.

What with how cold and clipped her voice sounded as she ended the last of her statement,the answer to so many's awaited questions.

Jungkook hated to admit that it was to his as well.

"To answer what most of you sought the information of,and in simpler terms,to rather,answer the golden question of tonight.

Yes,the rumours were declared false, Jungkook seems to not be in a haste to rid himself of his batchelor ways,ladies and gentlemen.
As the head of his publicity department,I can declare of no romantic relations."

She is in a haste as she greets the last of the reporters, journalists trying to stop her as she goes but they're stopped by the gaurds that secure her.

He can't watch as she exits from the stage,for the screen turns black in front of him.

The remote he'd once held in his hand was now clenched in a huffing and frustratingly puffing Taehyung,one who was red in the face with a deep frown marred between his brows.

Sounding as if he'd run a marathon,but the truth is he may have as well,with how he had paced in front of Jungkook's hallway when he didn't open,before remembering that he'd been given the pin to his penthouse somewhere along the way,but annoyed because he couldn't remember the details of it.With his skin itching in worry,he dialled Jimin's number and listened to it dial.

It took him three tries to get through to him,and by the time Jimin had finally picked up he was already slumped against the entrance of Jungkook's home,feeling defeated.

Disgusted and mortified,he listened to Jimin struggling to breath while seeming to be doing a flurry of movements that felt suspiciously like he must've been fucking,the fucking bitch,but at least he'd gotten the code of Jungkook's entrance details and he could finally hang up on Jimin.

There still goes an tingle of mortification through his nerves system at the sounds he's heard,heavens.

And Jungkook?

Maybe it was time he went back to pretending.It had been especially better to be the one causing the damage,not being the one having damage done too.

To be the one with the power,to be able to keep his emotions to himself.

It seems he made the first mistake that night when showing up as vulnerably at her place, showing it to a woman that seemed afraid to death of it instead.

But oh,how gently she coddled and held him,how soft and loving her reassurance had sounded to his ears.
How quickly his thousands of doubts had dissipated,and the panicking of his thoughts had left him.

How quickly she had calmed him down,how safe he had finally felt.

Was it all just a game for her?
I guess he'd never know.

Not when she wanted him to pretend who she knew he didn't want to be.

But to the last of his ability, he'll try to be a good boy.

Just this one last time.
Right?

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Wouldn't it be so funny to end their story just like this?

#angstyending
Anyone?