Chapter 31

Background color
Font
Font size
Line height

~Yumi~


I ran as fast as my legs could take me, not slowing down one bit even though it was hard to keep going. I grabbed hold of the door knob and threw the door opened, rushing into the room.

I came to a stop, breathing heavily when I saw the members stopped talking and looked my way. My eyes were locked on Seokjin who was sitting in the hospital bed with his head bandaged.

A car accident.

After seeing the smug look on Rijin's face as I left, I went back home. Trying to dismiss the images of how happy Seokjin and Rijin were before, I tried to focus on my work. I rang up a few authors to discuss their piece before burying myself in work.

My phone rang when I was about to shower and my whole world tilted when I heard the news. Seokjin got into a car accident while the others were heading home after that event.

"That's one hell of an expression you're wearing there, Shortcake," Seokjin said with a laugh, bringing me back to the present.

It was so hard for me to breathe properly after running here that I collapsed onto the ground. I curled my hands into fists, letting my head dropped as tears welled in my eyes.

"I—freaking hate you!" I screamed before my breath hitched, indicating that I was indeed in tears.

"Let's leave them," Yoongi murmured and I felt the members moving around me and the door closing.

I sniffled, trying to blink the tears away but it wasn't working like it usually does. Then I felt Seokjin's presence before he placed his large hand on the top of my head.

"Shortcake, don't tell me you're crying?"

"I'm not!" I cried.

I heard Seokjin's soft chuckle and felt him drop his hand. I glanced up just as Seokjin crouched down to my level, angling his face towards mine.

"Were you worried?" he asked, his lips twitching. "If you were that worried, you should have stayed behind with me instead of running off like you did."

Is he for real? Seokjin's always been good at teasing me but this was honestly too much. I was filled with so many emotions, I needed to get out of here.

I got to my feet and glared down at him with tears running down my face, "No! I don't care about you. In fact, I really don't care what happens to you!"

I turned on my heels, ready to sprint out but then Seokjin grabbed hold of my wrist, tugging me back.

"Ah!" I lost my footing and fell back against Seokjin. "What the—"

I felt his arms come around me, holding me against him. I dropped my hands to his arms, trying to free myself but they tightened, making it hard for me to get away from him.

"Let go!"

He didn't.

Instead, his arms tightened when I tried fighting him and he leaned forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. I immediately stopped fighting him.

"It's not like you to cry that much, Shortcake," he murmured. "I know you were probably worried but there's something more to it, right?"

"I—"

"If you deny it, I'm going to have to kiss you."

My eyes bugged out. "What?"

"Come on. Tell me."

I swallowed, trying to figure out how I'm going to run out of here when I suddenly felt Seokjin's lips skimming the side of my face.

"Say it."

"Fine!" I snapped. "I was worried. I was worried okay? Now let go!"

He didn't. Instead, Seokjin just laughed softly.

"Time to let go," I said.

Seokjin loosen his hold on me and then turned me around so that I could face him. He looked so amused, I wanted to knock him out.

His hand reached out and I watched as he brushed what's left of my tears away. I was stunned to see how warm his eyes were too.

"I'm okay," he said, dropping his hand. "Just hit my head a little."

I felt tears sting my eyes.

"I'm glad it's me and not Namjoon," Seokjin continued on, "he wanted to switch cars with me but I was too lazy to move and told him that I'd ride alone with our staff."

I sniffled, turning away from him and ready to flee but then Seokjin grabbed the back of my head and pulled me against him, my head buried in his chest. I could feel how fast his heart was racing.

"I was scared," Seokjin murmured. "I thought it was the end for me."

I let the tears fall.

"But I was determined to live," he continued on. "I had the members to think about. My family. My friends..." he trailed off before he dropped his voice into a soft whisper, "And there's you too."

"I don't like it," I forced myself to say it.

"Don't like what?"

"That you were in the car with your Rijin."

"Say what?" Seokjin spluttered. "My Rijin? She's not mine."

I glared up at him, angry tears filling my eyes. "Tell me honestly. How many times have you done it with her?"

Don't ask me why I would ask such a thing but it's been bugging me. Honestly, I don't even want to know but I couldn't help but ask him. It's like I like to hurt myself by asking him this.

Seokjin winced at my blunt question, averting his eyes as he turned his head away from me.

My jaw dropped. "No..."

Seokjin sighed, moving back to sit on the hospital bed, holding both my hands in his. With a troubled smile, he murmured, "Shortcake."

I waited. He said nothing more.

"That's it? Shortcake? That's your answer?" I asked, feeling anger bubbling within me. "You were with her in that car too, weren't you?" I held up my hand to stop him from talking. "Tell me. Was she sitting next to you?"

Seokjin smiled and that's enough to tell me that she was, in fact, sitting next to him. Just thinking about the two being pressed against each other—

He pulled me towards him, settling me in between his legs as I stood. "Am I to believe this is you being jealous of Rijin?"

"Are you serious right now?" I shot back, eyes narrowing on him. "Stop diverting and just tell me already!"

"A lot," Seokjin said, quietly.

My heart ached at that.

"We've done it a lot of times," Seokjin said, his eyes softening. "But that's the past now, isn't it?"

I opened my mouth to argue but I couldn't. I just couldn't find the strength to do so. Pressing my lips together, it was now my turn to look away from him.

"I get it," I said, lips trembling. "You two were in love. Of course, you would have—"

I couldn't even finish the words before I felt tears streaming down my face. If they were able to do it that many times, it must be true that Rijin knows more about Seokjin than I do. I covered my face with my arms when I was unable to stop the tears.

"Shortcake, why are you crying like I cheated on you?"

That was it.

I dropped my arms and shoved at him. "You jerk! You have no idea what kind of position I'm in, do you? I hate that about you!"

Seokjin gave me a puzzled look. "I'm sorry if you wanted me to be a virgin but I'm not as pure as you think."

I didn't listen. I just continued hitting him over and over again until he fell back on the bed with me on top of him.

"You are so stupid!" I cried.

Seokjin groaned. "At this rate, the injury sustained by that accident is nothing compared to how much you are hitting me."

I stopped immediately, forgetting that he was in fact, injured,

Seokjin bites his lower lip to stop a smile, "The horror on your face is truly a sight I don't want to forget."

I glared at him.

Seokjin wrapped his arms around me, bringing my head to his chest. "Don't worry. I won't be touching other women. Not while I'm married to you."

And when we divorce? Will you forget about me and touch others?

I closed my eyes, hands clutching onto his shirt.

"I didn't realise it would hurt you that much," Seokjin murmured. "I'm starting to think you're more vulnerable than I thought."

"It doesn't hurt me," I lied. "I'm just shocked."

"So shocked you cried?" I heard the humour in his tone.

I said nothing to that.

"I came back," Seokjin said.

Lifting my head up, he dropped a kiss to the tip of my nose.

"Just to see this face again," he murmured.

Warmth filled me at his words and I think I'll be able to move on from his past relationship with Rijin. Just for now... I want to believe that this man is mine and that what we have is something worth keeping and fighting for. That I was the one he chose.





~Namjoon~


Namjoon was surprised to see her. Jihye.

He forgot his laptop at work and left the others to go fetch it... until he saw that familiar silhouette leaning against the wall, like she was waiting for someone.

"Jihye?" he murmured.

Jihye lifted her head, eyes on him. When she didn't move or say anything, it made him realise that she was waiting for him. That made his heart throbbed.

As he neared her, that's when Jihye took a step away from him.

"You're okay," she said.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked. It hit him then. "You heard?"

Jihye shrugged. "I was eating out when I saw it on the news. People tend to react when something happens to one of you."

Well, that's true.

"You came to see me."

She didn't deny it or confirm it.

"I'm leaving now," she said, turning to go.

Namjoon reached out, curling his hand around her elbow to stop her. She could have pushed him away like she's been doing but she didn't. Namjoon frowned when he saw that she was shaking.

"Are you cold?" he asked in a quiet voice. "You're trembling."

"For a whole different reason," she whispered, lifting her eyes.

Their eyes locked.

Seeing that fear in her eyes made Namjoon's heart skipped a beat. He liked that she was worried about him. It's true that if Namjoon and Seokjin haven't switched cars... that he'll be in one with the injured head. It made him feel a little disappointed that it wasn't him. If it was him who got hurt, will Jihye rush to his side like Yumi did?

"You're okay," she whispered, "aren't you?"

Namjoon could feel his lips curling into a smile as he stared at her, "I might be a little hurt. You'll know if you come with me?"

It was a joke. Sort of.

What surprised him even more was that Jihye reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him along with her.

Namjoon sat quietly in the taxi with Jihye holding onto his hand. He didn't say a word because he didn't know what to say. They reached her place and much to Namjoon's surprise, Jihye quietly pulled him into the house, shutting the door behind him.

Namjoon took in Jihye's small apartment, inhaling her scent. It was his first time in her space like this. It took him back to the time when they were in high school, spending time with each other after school and doing their homework together.

"Jihye," Namjoon glanced over his shoulder at her. He could feel her eyes on him and he wondered why she didn't turn the lights on. "Why am I here?"

"You don't think people will smile at the thought of seeing you with a woman who's engaged, will you?" Jihye said in a soft voice as she held up her hand, showing the ring. It made Namjoon's chest tightened at the sight.

"No," he agreed, slowly. "So... are we finally going to talk?"

He saw her hesitate.

"Let's turn on the lights first," Namjoon said. Although the moonlight was enough for him to see her, he wanted to see her clearly. It's like he can't believe that she's really here with him.

Jihye reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him. It worked.

"Jihye?"

She let out a shaky laugh, dropping his arm and then turning her back to him. "I—don't know what I'm doing here. Actually, it's probably best if you leave."

"Like hell," Namjoon muttered. "I'm not leaving."

He watched as she hugged herself, trembling a little. That was enough for him to pull her into his arms, holding her small body against his. Bending his head down, he inhaled her scent, closing his eyes. She didn't fight him. That was new.

Instead, she pressed against him even more. It made him wonder if she's like this because she's afraid that she would lose him. Because of that accident. The last time she was like this was when Seyeon was stabbed.

"If that's the case then stop fighting me," Namjoon said, quietly.

Jihye stilled in his arms. "Wh-what?"

"I'm saying if you're that scared of losing me then fight for me too," he murmured, using his chin to push away the hair from one shoulder. "What if something happens to me one day, hm? You'll be left with nothing but regrets."

"Regrets, huh?"

Namjoon nuzzled against her bare neck, pressing a kiss there. "I know I screwed up then, Jihye and I want to fix it. I don't regret making that decision because it saved both of us but..." he trailed off, turning Jihye around to face him. "I should have dealt with it better."

"How would you do it then?" she asked, all quiet.

Namjoon stroked her cheek, watching her close her eyes through the moonlight that seeped through her sheer curtains. In a quiet voice, he answered, "I would have taken you with me."

He felt her smile and his heart thumped at that. Jihye leaned into his hand, murmuring, "I... wouldn't have mind."

Namjoon leaned down, running the tip of his nose against hers, "If only I could turn back time."

Jihye grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips. Leaning back slightly, Namjoon watched as Jihye took off her ring, letting it drop to the ground. Like it meant nothing to her.

"What do you think?" she asked, her voice shaking with emotions as she reached for the buttons on his shirt. "Want to take a trip down memory lane... with me?"

That was all Namjoon needed to hear from Jihye before he crashed his lips against hers, savouring the taste of the woman who owns him. He kissed her hard, wanting to remind her that just like how she owns him, he owns her. Breaking the kiss, Namjoon's hands reached for her skirt, tugging it up as he pressed her against the wall.

Lips to moving against her neck, he muttered, "You can't do this to me."

"D-do what?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Give me you and then walk away like it doesn't mean anything," he said, voice thick with emotion. "You can try though. I won't give you up."

Yumi's words rang through his head, making him realise just how hard it was for him to pretend to be a good guy. He wasn't any of that because he was in his ex's place, ready to take her here and there... especially knowing that she belonged to another man now. But he doesn't care. Not anymore.

"Y-you'll leave a mark," Jihye said, trying to push him back. "Stop it."

Namjoon smirked, lips still working at her neck. "I'll win you over again. Even if it takes years, I'll get in there again."

Jihye's fingers slipped through his hair as she arched her neck back like she wasn't telling him to stop before.

"How—can you be so sure I'll let you in?"

Nipping at her, he heard a soft groan from Jihye, making him smile.

"I think I'm already in," Namjoon lifted his mouth from her neck, taking in the sight of the mark he'd given her. "In fact, I don't think I've ever left."

Jihye didn't deny it. Instead, she reached up, grabbing his head and pulling him down towards her as she kissed him. 

You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net