Gmailing You

42. Jealousy Is A Disease

But either way, Nam Joo buys it and shakes hands with him. "I'm Nam Joo, the oh-so-friendly neighbour who was friends with your friends. Childhood friends." He explains it in that context and Jungkook doesn't yet leave his hand. He nods pretty gently.

"I'm Jungkook. We stayed together until I moved abroad." He gives his side of the explanation, with empty holes and Nam Joo nods, doesn't really care for any further explanations, got his eyes a little squinting from the sunlight and only cares how he could've brought a pair of sunglasses too. "Heard of that."

"Good to know."

If you're not wrong, there's tension in the air.

"I came for Y/n. I live in Busan." Nam Joo dares to say that to come back to Jungkook. And Jungkook doesn't show any kind of expression. Tightens his grip and gifts him with a forced smile. "Well aware about that."

"Good to know." Oh, and he's picking on him.

You get off the seat and get in between them. You can see how Nam Joo is holding back from making an expression of pain. The grip on his hand is saying so much. And he wants to let go.

"Did you have fun skiing?" Your hands rest on Jungkook's, trying to divert his attention away from Nam Joo.

Even though you two aren't really on good old terms, you knew you had to initiate a talk with him. Mend back the relationship either way. If this opportunity provided you with one? You were grasping at it.

Jungkook let his hand go. Your hand stays in his. And it feels so long since you held them. Feel the difference in how his hands always took over yours. Warmed them up. Kissed them. Oh, you miss him so much, his touch, his love, so bad. So bad.

"Yes." It's just a single word Jungkook uses. Can't say anything more. Or only praises would come out. Cause why and why and why and why do you have to make him so miserable? Do this to his heart. He's trying so desperately to stay in line, but you come looking this pretty ruining all of his attempts to do so.

It's unfair. And he just wants to cry.

You were so beautiful.

Your brown eyes are shining in the sunlight, making them look golden and magical. Skin so vibrant and naturally pink at cheeks and lips that he wants to sing praises of kisses on you.

You've left your hair undone. Little curly at the edges and it looks so, so good on you. There's even a strand falling on your face and to this day he's never thought he'd imagine how he'd become jealous of a mere hair strand falling for you.

They didn't even play a major part in you looking so well today, and yet he was weakening. Earlier at Jet Ski, when he dropped his eyes on you before taking off, he went berserk. Lost his conscious mind and almost drove off on the beach and hit someone.

He's tried hard earlier to not focus on your outfit, but damn hell has leashed upon him and the skies have fallen.

You're wearing such a cute swimsuit. It's a light shade of floral pink and white. There is white on the borderlines and pink covering the remaining areas. A ribbon holding them behind your nape. A small ribbon tie holding your precious babies in front.

A sheer cream net barely covered them. Holding his basic sanity. It's nothing he's not seen. He's seen it all under the moonlight. Can't believe his lips have discovered you all. Feels so deprived of you right now that his mouth has run dry to Sahara.

The more he let his gaze fall, the more miserable he was becoming. Why in the world did you have to wear a waist chain? Were you trying to make him beg you? Cause if that was your intention, you were on the win.