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memories

memories: noun
something remembered from the past.

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10 pm

'I love you, Rose. I'm not asking you to marry me, we're not ready for that... But I'm asking for you to be mine... And for me to be yours.'

The room went silent, awaiting my answer.

This is embarrassing.

The rose involuntarily fell out of my hand.

Jungkook's facial expression changed as he looked at me. Looked at me with remorse.

'Jungkook...'

He looked like he was going to cry. The mic dropped out of his hand and he rushed out of the tent with his head hung low.

This is humiliating.

I ran after him, out into the vast garden, screaming his name into the greenery. I couldn't see him anywhere in the dark and I knew the last person he'd want to talk to is me.

I still took off my heels and went in search of him. My vision was clouded by the oncoming gush of tears and my skirt limited the width of the steps I took.

After going in circles, I gave up. I went back to our room after a good hour of roaming the expanse of the hotel.
My feet were swollen and dirty, my hair was frizzy and I was sticky with sweat. My eyeliner flaked off and the remains of my mascara clung to my under eyes like black watercolour on a white canvas.

I left my purse with my key inside at the dinner party. Sighing, I dropped my heels beside the door, ready to find a concierge at the reception to come and unlock the door for me.

But before I did the door creaked open.

There stood Jungkook- tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned, hair tousled and red-faced.
The bottle of whiskey in his hand, almost empty, emitted fumes I was too used to smelling before.

What scared me the most was his mien.
Only a small bulb emitting a faint yellow light was turned on inside the room. It was only the bright lights of the hallway that focused on his face. He looked distressed, depressed and most of all, displeased.

Displeased with me.

'I'm so sorry, Jungkook.', I said, pushing myself into the room.

I reached forward to hold him, but he resentfully pushed me off of him.

'I know you're angry. But we need to talk about this.'

Jungkook bellowed in laughter. He looked at me and gave me a lopsided smile that looked almost... Murderous.

Jungkook would never hurt you.

Stop being delusional.

'Or maybe we should talk in the morning.', I suggested.

'No. Let's talk now.', he said, taking a swig from the bottle.

'O-Okay.', I stuttered, sitting at the foot of the bed, facing him.