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Chapter 32 - Love the Way You Lie

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Feeling like I had just come out of the spring day music video, I grappled at the rows and rows of never ending coats. Sifting through them, in no particular order, to try and find mine. It would have been easier if the coat checker was still here, or if they had actually arranged the outerwears in some sort of sense. This was just chaos. Much like my current state of affairs.

It didn't help that my vision was blurry from the pooling tears that come and go. I could vividly hear my voice croak, sounding like a dying cat.

So much has happened in the span of a couple of hours. I had to remind myself that it has only been one night.

Pulling away, I had thought he was finally allowing me to leave, but unfortunately, his lips found mine. This heart melting kiss was so soft, yet so demanding. I couldn't help but kiss him back and forget about everything and everyone else in the world.

That kiss was the first time I had done anything like that with Jungkook. I hadn't even realised he felt that way about me. Aside from some stolen moments here and there, I wouldn't have known.

You're a bad person. I thought to no one but myself.

Not only because I actually kissed the guy Hanna likes, but because I enjoyed it. The fact that I couldn't have him made me savour his touch all the more. And there was definitely something there. Something that if I allowed it to, would consume me.

My Pandora's box.

I could still feel his lips, and my heart fluttered as I brought my fingers to mine, reliving the moment again.

What is wrong with me?

"Hey Y/N, there you are!" I didn't need to turn around to know it was Hobi. I swear I could feel his glow emanating from his presence. "I was starting to worry because you weren't coming back."

"Thanks Hobi sunbae." Not turning to face him, I continued to search for my trench coat. Again, the idea of a cloak room, pretty stupid in my eyes. "You're always so kind."

Suddenly I felt a hand caressing my hair, stroking my back and resting at the small of my spine. The dancer was right behind me now, and I could sense his protectiveness.

I paused from my futile scavenger hunt, turning to look up at him. His face full of compassion and worry. Exhaling a big breath of air, Hoseok sighed.

"Nice guys finish last right?"

"Don't say that."

"It's true." sighing yet again, he pushed his hair back despite its already gel-ed up appearance. "You know, sometimes I wish I could be the bad guy for once?"

"Don't say that, it's not who you are.." I hated how he was so discouraging of himself. He was his own worse enemy, and behind his smile, this was always a demon he had. "I love you the way you are."

Clealry not expecting my response, Hobi's expression went from agape, to awkward smile and then to hiding his obvious embarrassment.

"You don't mean that." He scoffed away. Covering his mouth with his hand, he was now trying to subdue his blushing cheeks.

"Of course I do," I said almost interrupting him. The seriousness in tone and demeanor inviting another chuckle from him.

"Look, Y/N, if nice guys don't finish last, then how come, out of all the men who's had the pleasure of your company.."