Ch 26 | Elevator

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Ch 26 | Elevator

You're so close
But so far...
              —Unknown

Mirae |

My head pounded as if an endless mass of knives attacked my forehead. God only knows what will be the outcome after puking on a certain someone.

I can already feel his anger and rage for making his suit dirty. The embarrassment will eat me alive like a pancake.

If it wasn't for my little brother telling me how awful my vomit smells —today I wouldn't be so conscious about what Jungkook would think about it.

Thank god I passed out, I never want to experience the trauma ever again.

I open my eyes fully squinting a little due to the light hitting my poor eyes. I sat up lazily looking around, the place looked like an extravagant hotel room.

Pearly golden walls followed by a simple lamp next to my bed —knowing it probably cost more than what I'll ever get for my paycheck. Overall the scenery before me painted the view of the ocean. This was too extravagant, I can never get familiar with these kinds of rich surroundings.

"What a pain" I mumbled getting up, the headache is killing me.

"Nice to see you wide awake" I shrieked almost stumbling while turning to see familiar green eyes.

He stood in all his glory, already dressed in his blue Armani suit, the tight shirt of his is complementing his built physique. His brown hair is left untouched by any kind of hair gel while his emotionless face portrayed a next level madness of beauty and creativity.

Good genes are never real but sometimes seeing with your own eyes: No question.

Now I know why the ladies glare at me for walking with him. And all those girls act as if they never had a one night stand with him; their only job is to glare at me for even standing 5 feet away from him.

"Awake? oh- yeah, I'm awake" I mumble trying to avert my attention from his physique, playing with my —silky nightdress? Jungkook noticed my confusion, therefore, he decided to help me a bit.

"The maids changed your clothes after you puked on me" alright, he doesn't need to go into detail.

"I'm rather intolerant with strong smells or any kind of scents and don't worry they cleaned your previous clothes" ... rude.

He just indirectly told me that my vomit smelled of a rotten 100-year-old egg, and cows poop. I'm not dumb but I had a fruit shake, so it should've at least smelled of that, maybe even a tiny bit — I give up, at least we all know vomits are gruesome.

Poor Jungkook.

He deserves it.

"Uh-"

"Do you still feel sick?" He cut me off studying my face, I'm sure he didn't blink —for the past minutes.

"No, I'm fine-"

"Well, acquire all the documents I need for this meeting" he ordered not breaking the eye contact with mine, discreetly he started to come towards me making me walk back automatically —but, big mistake.

My foot slipped somehow, making me widen my eyes waiting for the painful impact I dread for life, yet his familiar arms found me from not falling again. A sudden rash of electricity erupted holding me to not gasp.

Those green eyes again.

He stared into my eyes as he used his right hand to tuck my misplaced hair near my eyes and tuck it behind my ear. The simple gesture made my stomach flip... No, please I'm afraid of this concealed feeling.

That feeling again.

"You owe me a lot" he softly whispered, his hot breath fanned against my neck making my tiny hair particles standstill.

He retracted giving me an invisible smirk turning to walk away with his hands on his pocket.

Rude bastard.

His actions made my cheeks burned red, my brain cells were all over the place. I couldn't think straight, he always makes the kind of moves... The kind of- Oh my god I'm so confused and tired.

A maid came in handing my breakfast. I didn't want to know how much a small bowl of food, dessert, and fruit costs in here. My mind is already trying to find a refugee from Jungkook. He's too much!

After finishing my food I took a quick shower, and dressed into my clothes –I tied my hair into a low ponytail checking my face in the mirror. A quick puff of powder on my cheeks I fished off with hiding a tiny red thing on my left cheek.

I grabbed all the documents I've already thankfully piled at home. I walked down the hallway, it was wide and very beautiful. A maid passed every now and then, visitors, family, and children.

These people are so lucky, while they're here for vacation I'm here for important business. Not even in Paris, I had time for my friends, every day was studying and studying –yet I don't have my French right. That language can never go through my thick head.

I took the elevator listening to the beating of my heart.

A rush of nervousness washed over me, I'm overreacting these days —just need to focus on not causing any more trouble and learn to stalk his expectations so I can finally get to where I want to. I wish it wasn't in his company though.

I found Jungkook but talking to a lady, she seemed to look very anxious.

I walked to them in a cautious manner, figuring Jungkook he might dislike the unprofessional way of approaching two people talking while being the third person, "uh- I got the documents ready" I said.

He glanced at me going back to talking with the lady, how rude. The lady smiled at me although the smile didn't reach her eyes "Please it's not far you can do —tonight 9?" She asked looking hopeful.

"No, my schedule is packed. He shouldn't have disregarded the formal vow he made —your husband committed perjury, I won't help him" he ended plainly. He grabbed my wrist pulling me with him.

I looked back at the lady, she stood looking at us. What happened?

Once we sat in his car I mustered the courage to ask him, the curiosity is eating me inside. The lady looked like she was about to cry. Poor lady, "Uh- what happened?"

"None of your business" He snapped taking a left turn. I focused on his muscles flexing in his arms, when does he even have time to work out like that.

"Fucks sake" he mumbled as he clenched his jaw combing his hair back with his right arm.

Every movement of his —my eyes followed. My throat went try making me gulp, I took my water bottle out drinking from it. I think I'm becoming weird.

He put on his earpiece declining his phone ringing, "Did I not make it clear! he'll not get away with what he presumed to take care of —$10.5 million dollars, if not paid by today he's a dead motherfucker!" He yelled very aggressively.

"A friend of the old man or not, the guy is not getting an escape since the day I said so" he ended the talk muttering a series of swear words.

I'm sure it will feel my brother's swear jar. Jungkook has an addiction to swearing, he can't seem to form a sentence without a strong word when he's angry.

Plus $10.5 million, he could lend me a few million if we were best friends. I'm not going to ask what happened —already knowing he is angry, it really is not my business but sometimes the curiosity kills me until I don't dig up answers.

I need air, it's getting too hot and sweaty here.

"Can you please open the-"

"No"

Once playful, once rude, once bossy, once arrogant, once cold. He's a change of weather every second.

I didn't realize but I kept looking at him every now and then. The tips of my fingers played with the back of my phone making clicky noises, maybe I should ask him if I can help.

"Are you upset, I'm sorry maybe I can help-"

"Shut up, just ...shut up. You can never help me" he said with a disgusted mocking tone, "everyone is worthless" he mumbled.

What did I ever do to him? His eyes are always clouded and hidden. He looked —not in this world.

He always seems so lost and angry. His anger always seems to be more towards me more than anyone else.

He's making my head go crazy, he's making my life difficult. Everything he does bothers me –I thought I wouldn't have any kind of meeting with the Jeons' anymore but now that's an impossible route.

"Alright! I can't help you but can you please work on that rudeness and arrogance of yours, how can one ever get along with someone like you. The moment I started you were nothing but a cold arrogant bastard, an asshole" yes I'm angry, I'm not going to sit back anymore.

He can't treat people like that, I still care about him. Deep down I hope the once lost childhood would show up into the picture again.

Jungkook held the steering while tightly I swear I heard a small sound of a crack. "You know enough cotton candy, enough to betray the last piece of hope I had" again... he's talking in riddles, "and maybe first, fix your mommy and daddy issues before trying to help someone else"

That's enough.

"Really" I scoffed.

I don't know how this argument took place but the alluring of the blurry pictures and our past childhood is evading my mind. My eyes blinked trying to not let any tears fall...why cry for no reason?

Yes, I'm that weak girl my mom hated since birth. Just because maybe I wasn't a part of the family.

I never knew what the reason was. I miss my parents so much. I miss my halmeoni.

"Noona, you're eyes are shining so bright —can you look into my eyes" a small 6-year Kookie held my cheeks between his palms.

"Your eyes are even more beautiful Kookie, the greenery of nature and the aqua green of the ocean –you can make anyone fall in love with you" I giggle feeding him a chocolate chip.

"Like you —you'll fall in love with me"
...

"Oh did I hit a soft spot, suck it up darling and deal with the reality"

That's enough.

"Isn't money enough for you, aren't you those rich snobby girls, actresses, models, singers all there for you. You're selfish, a compete heartless person" I breathed out trying to talk "That is why —that is why there will be a time where people will leave you"

"You don't deserve no one. Honestly, I hate people like you" I finished off looking anywhere other than Jungkook.

Leave you. Leaving without saying goodbye is the hardest pain your loved ones can feel.

The red light replaced the green and so have the cars on the long bridge awaited. My heart pounded after I burst out in front of Jungkook.

"I dare you-"

"to say that again" —he hissed.

The knuckles of his hands turned white, any more pressure he would break the steering wheel into the half. His emotionless voice stalked up to my fear. His eyes went as sharp and hard as a flint, the green iris darkened every second as time past.

It felt like something was triggered. Triggering the pain that tried to be forgotten —yet once again coming to light.

I regret something about saying those words, I looked away from him, biting my lip.
"J-Jungkook-" a car horn interrupted.

As soon as the green light hit he sped away not caring about traffic lights anymore.

The drive was uncomfortable, the silence killed me. I didn't know what wrong I said, somehow I knew what it is related to, but I can never put my finger to it.

He parked his car in front of a tall glass skyscraper, he walked out of the car slamming the door, not bothering about me, I followed behind him taking slower steps that.

We didn't have to show our ID since the lady knew the president. I kept my head low as businessman and important people that I recognize involved with the government, they all greeted Jungkook as they passed by him.

The private elevator ringed, every step I made to go in —just escalated the rate of my heart and my hands started to sweat, my heart would leap out any moment. I am scared to my core —for no reason.

It was only me and Jungkook.

No one spoke, the silence was only for a few so sounds until a rash of hot blood swirled in my cheeks. It was getting really hot in here, my tired limbs fought off the heat standing still.

"Fuck this!" I couldn't register what was going on.

Jungkook pushed me against the elevator holding my hands against the wall with his.

My breathing ragged looking at him wide eyes "l-let me go!" I shrieked. My legs crossed trying to hit him but his legs restrained mine from moving.

"S-sir this is a strictly business deal-" my confusion only escaped to my heart falling upset.

"Shut the fuck up for one fucking second cotton candy" he laid his head on the crook of my neck. I breathed in when I realized he was peppering small kisses on my neck.

"I'm like this because it's your fault, your fault, the fault you have created between us" only now I feel the pulse beating.

"It was killing me, your traces remained and tortured me —you're doing the wrong yet you manage to stay innocent and pure" the fast beat of my heart was all I could focus on, when he placed a kiss on my ear I felt an odd burning sensation.

It's killing me.

"Somehow I became addicted to everything you do, the need to of having you messed up fucking my head" he whispered.

"It's only you that the beast craves, he's killing to devour you, my love, that anger bottled in darkness sweetheart" he licked my neck pressing kisses making my legs jelly.

Confusion, broken, darkness. He's lost in that abyss children fear. Many years of anger can come out like the most hideous beast yet attract the person you love the most.

Oh my god, K-Kookie shouldn't do that. That's b-bad.
The nostalgia is hitting me hard. I can't get over the fact that he turned out to become such a man he is today. He changed... too much. 

He is a whole different Persona. 

"Is your Kookie being a bad boy, hm?" He chuckled looking at me, he leaned in leaving kisses on my cheeks my forehead. Everywhere on my face except for my lips. "Is my babysitter disappointed?"

My mind went blank all I can think of, was Kookie. A small little Jungkook from 10 years ago.

"Noona, I don't like that ugly boy" Kookie scrunched up his nose in disgust,
"I told him you're mine, only mine to keep," he mumbled possessively hugging my legs.

"Well, that I am" I laughed.

I bit my lips restraining my self from crying or moaning from the odd pleasure he's giving me. I never head such contact with any man —this kind of touch...is no dream. This is the reality, my everything is the craving of more of the sinful tactic he's using in me.

"J-Jungkook..." I breathe out his name delicately.

He looked like a delicate painting, his green eyes were dark and hidden in mystery. Finally, I have said his name in front of him, it feels new yet somehow warming —saying it directly at him.

His finger wiped my cheek until I've realized a tear dropped my eye. My eyes looked into his, that it only pictured an empty, lonely ocean.

He let go of me dropping my arms.

His lips moved, he was talking cold and void of any emotion. Everything is forgotten —replaced by the dark.
10 years is a lot of time to consider us strangers.

"Make sure to take notes, this meeting is important" the elevator rang.

He walked out.

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