No Strings Attached (Jungkook x OC)

Part 8: Haeun

"Of course I'm sure, I'm more than sure—"

"Or are you just using me as a rebound to get over Haeun?" I cut him off as he fell silent. I chuckled bitterly. "That's what I thought."

"Why are you being so dense?" He whispered harshly. "Why are you being so selfish and cold? All you do is push away all of the people that you love."

"I'm not being dense, I'm just trying to save myself from getting hurt again." I shook my head, "from the same person and the same reason."

"If that's the case then," he started, "I'll give you space."

I felt my heart grow weak at the look on his face. He turned away from me, a tear escaping his eye. I felt my face soften at how hurt he looked in front of me.

"This is what you wanted in the first place, right?" He smiled sadly. "You want space? I'll give it to you. But just know that I can't stay away from you forever, Seoyeon. I need you."

He walked past me, bumping my shoulder in the process. I turned around to look at him as he stopped walking a few metres away.

"Jungkook, wait." I said softly as he turned over his shoulder to look at me.

"What do you want?" He asked harshly.

"If you really love me," I said, as his eyebrow quirked a bit, "prove it."

(Narrator's POV)

She didn't run after him, and that's what hurt Jungkook. He turned around to see nothing but the sidewalk, Seoyeon nowhere to be found. He winced in pain as he started to head back home. Some droplets of rain started to come down from the clouds, making him speed up the pace.

Every now and then he would turn around just to make sure that she wasn't running after him. It hurt that she wasn't, and she was sure of it.

He arrived back home at his office, and tossed his jacket to the side. He walked into the room filled with all of the precious pictures he took of Seoyeon. He turned on the light and started to walk around the large room, cherishing each picture.

But her voice always seemed to be echoing throughout his whole mind.

"Are you sure you're in love with me? Or are you just using me as a rebound to get over Haeun?"

He was sure. He was so sure that he could go up to the highest mountain and scream it over a packed city filled with people. He was sure that he was deeply in love with her, so sure that he couldn't find a way to stop loving her.

He was so sure about being in love with her that falling out of love wasn't an option.

He was so sure about being in love with her that if Haeun came running back to him, he would simply reject her right then and there—

"Hello?" He picked up the phone and listened to the lobby receptionist on the other line.

"Mr. Jeon, you have a guest that wants to visit you." The lovely woman said softly. "Should I let her up?"

"Sure, whatever." He rolled his eyes, hanging up on her as he started to clean up his place a bit.

He grabbed his keys and locked the door to the room filled with Seoyeon's pictures, walking towards the room near the entrance door just in time as the guest knocked. He sighed, grabbing his coat and hanging it on the coat rack. Walking over towards the door, he didn't even bother opening the door and when he did, his eyes widened.

He was crashed into a tight hug, the impact so strong that he stumbled back a bit. He awkwardly patted her back, as she suffocated him with such a tight embrace.