A/N: You might hate me for this chapter, but it's only to get the ball rolling on the secrets that V may or may not be hiding from Mimi.
"I was totally consumed by jealousy. I didn't want any other man to look at her. I didn't want any other man to touch her."
As he went to his evening class, I anxiously sat next to my phone, trying to figure out whether I should call Jungkook.
No matter how much I was trying to distract myself or come up with any excuse that could easily justify him coming to Jordan's, the worry and paranoia inside me was still winning.
I just couldn't shake the feeling of being unsettled. I could have just been overwhelmed from everything these past few weeks, but I still wanted to make sure that I wasn't completely losing my mind.
"Screw it," I whispered to myself before texting his number.
I would have asked Jacklyn, but I thought it would be better to talk to him since Jungkook knew him better than any of us in the circle.
I have questions that I need answered. Help? He's not here.
Whatever you need help with, I'll be there in a few minutes. Hang tight.
I sighed deeply as I plopped my phone on the white cushion of the couch. Maybe I was just going to make matters worse for my already concerned thoughts, but I just needed some piece of mind.
I was hoping that this overwhelming sense of walking on eggshells would vanish with a small vent.
These were the times when I hated not having more than one friend of my own.
Within ten minutes, the light knocks on the door indicated that he had arrived.
I slowly got up from the couch, limping because my leg had fallen asleep by the way I was sitting.
I looked down and realized that I was only wearing an oversized shirt with Soffe shorts. I shrugged it off and continued to limp to the front door. I didn't care.
He was his friend, not a weirdo.
I opened the door and his doe eyes were wide with immediate concern. He slowly pushed past me, his fingers lightly touching against my collar bone when he moved me out of his way. I scanned him up and down, unsure on how to react.
He was wearing a dark denim jacket with a white shirt underneath. A pair of brown timberland shoes adorned his feet and a light acid wash jean covered his muscular thighs. He had to have been an athlete or a dancer of some sort to gain that much muscle in his legs and arms.
I closed the door behind him, locking it place because of my paranoid mind. If he were to show up early, I would hear the deadbolt unlock and that would give us enough time to come up with a fake conversation.
I was smart... sometimes.
"Jacklyn isn't wondering where you are?" I asked, my arms crossing themselves over my chest.
His eyes watched as I moved, but then looked back up at me. He shook his head and shrugged.
"No. Lately, she's been talking about just picking up everything and travelling all over the place. You know how spontaneous she can be. She's been on this Paris obsession. So, me being gone for about an hour or two is the least of her concern."
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Affair Obsession || KTH ✔️Romance
Pain mixed with pleasure, love mixed with jealousy. Love affairs are usually dangerous, risky, and intoxicating, but what happens when the man you're involved with is not who he says he is? Mimi Nguyen is no stranger to the off again/on again relat...