Admired From Afar... |•JJK•|

• Chapter twenty eight •

Disclaimer! That wasn't the end of the book. I've decided to write on. Sorry, thank you!

I was finally happy. Jungkook said he loved me, I loved him back. I didn't want anymore in life. Nothing could take that away.

"You ready?" Namjoon asked as he opened his car door for me. I smiled at him and nodded. Today was the art exhibition. I was going as joon's plus one. I buckled my seatbelt and remembered what jungkook had said to me last night.

Flashback:

"You're not going."

My brows furrowed as I looked up at him. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused." He snapped making my eyes widen.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is but-"

He suddenly grabbed my arms and forced me to look up at him. "My problem is that you still want to go to that dumb exhibition with him." He said in a low tone.

I took his hands and ripped them off me. "It's not dumb and I'm going as his plus one. Besides, why do you care so much? Don't you trust me!?" I exclaimed. I felt hurt. Little betrayed at the fact that he maybe did not trust me.

He silence said it loud and clear.

"Fine." I breathed out and was about to walk out when he stopped me.

"I do trust you, Mei. I don't trust him." He said clenching his jaw.

"But you can trust me! So you have nothing to worry about." I told him.

"Fine, but at least let me drop you."

"No." I snapped. Why was be being so possessive all of a sudden?

"Namjoon is picking me up."

He scoffed, "Do what you want. I don't fucking care."

I stumbled back a bit when he pushed past me.

Why was he being like this? What was his problem?
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End of Flashback!

"You okay?" Joon asked as he closed his door. I gave him a quick nod. He smiled and turned on the engine.

"Where was the exhibition taking place again?" I questioned, looking over at him. "Somewhere close to the school, I think." He responded.

"Okay." I quietly said and leaned back against the seat.
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Once we were there, Joon opened my door for me and I got out.

"You look beautiful, Mei." He breathed out. A smile appeared on my face and I avoided eye contact to hide my blush. "Thanks."

"You, too." He was wearing a black tux which suited him good. The sleeves were right around his arms, exposing his muscles and and his hair was left messy but in a cute way. My eyes widened at what I had just said. "I..i mean not uh.. Beautiful... I.. Uh." I stuttered.

He let out a chuckle. "Too cute." He mumbled.

His arm suddenly snaked around my waist and he walked me inside. My eyes widened at the amount of people and paintings there were. "Whoa"

"I know, right." He replied looking down at me.

"So, where are your famous paintings?" I asked making him chuckle. "I wouldn't call them famous, sweetheart." He said taking me in another direction. I was guessing where his paintings were.

"Don't worry, you're famous in my world." I told him.

"Are these yours!?" I exclaimed, walking out of his grip. I always admired his paintings. They were special, unique.