Jungkook.
His eyes staring up at me so intensely, I can feel it piercing through me. There's something about his eyes that always magnetizes me. There's a sort of a magnetic pull in them that makes it hard to look away.
I suddenly hear Yoona singing loudly along to the song that is blasting at the moment, as it brings me back to reality.
I quickly turn away from the scene below me and gaze down, trying to control my overwhelming emotions.
He came? How was he able to get in here? People who arrives late, would have had to take a speed boat to come into the yacht. We were far away from the docking area. But regardless, he still wouldn't have been able to get in here. I'm sure Jimin would have made that a priority.
I turn my body back to look down at the lower deck, giving into the incredible urge of my body to see those eyes once again.
But this time he wasn't looking up at me. His attention is towards the people surrounding him, which I now realize is his boys—Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung.
They are all here?
A part of me feel a sort of happiness that they are all here but I know this might just end up badly.
Do I tell the guards? But that's just going to cause a commotion. Do I tell Jimin?—but where is Jimin?
I feel myself internally panicking but it slowly goes away as I watch Jungkook and the boys looking like they're enjoying their time. They were all dressed up in sleek suits and hair done, all looking handsome.
I watch them playfully pose for one of the photographers and I couldn't help but smile. They don't seem to care at all if they get caught.
But as I gaze down at them, it suddenly reminds me of the past, living with them. Besides all the bad stuff that had occurred, living with those four men were joyous and never a dull moment.
And Jungkook...he really seems to be genuinely enjoying his time. But I can't help but be suspicious and uneasy now that he's here in this yacht.
What could he be planning? And where is Jimin?
I feel myself getting sick and overwhelmed of the situation. "Yoona, I'm just going to rest for a bit at one of the private rooms, okay?"
"Are you okay?" She asks, looking concern. "I'll come with you."
"Yeah, I'm fine and no I'll go by myself. Stay here and enjoy. I just want to be alone for a few moments." I quickly walk away and end up in the nearest restroom.
I stand staring at my reflection in the mirror, feeling so distressed.
Why am I feeling like this? Why am I getting worked up from seeing him again?
Jungkook is nothing to me anymore. Completely nothing.
***
I'm sitting on the sofa in one the empty private room, after fleeing the restroom moments ago. The guards are outside the sliding door, after informing them not to let anyone in.
I massage my temples easing my pounding headache.
Ugh, why did he show up? Why tonight?
I was finally enjoying my time and all that was left was to enjoy it with Jimin by my side but then Jungkook had to show up.
This is bad. I just know something is going to happen and the night is going to end up in fights and screaming.
I feel bad because Jimin really worked hard planning all this, all to be potentially ruined by Jungkook. But I need to go back out there and try to avoid him as much as possible. I just really hope he doesn't cause any problems. But once Jimin sees him, I don't know what he would do.
I lay back staring up into the ceiling, feeling my tense muscles loosening up.
I can do this. I can't let him affect me. I'm just going to pretend he isn't here. I'm going to go back out there and enjoy.
I drag myself up and walk towards the sliding doors until I stop at the mirror to look at myself. I glance at the mirror and force a smile that people will see once I walk out.
I open the tinted sliding doors to step out, but I come face to face with the last person I wanted to see in this very moment.
Jeon Jungkook. He is standing in his sleek black suit with his hands on his pocket with the same piercing cold eyes, making me freeze at the sight of him.
"Baby."
His haunting eyes captivates me, a surprisingly intense connection. He steps closer to me but I walk back. My whole body is in a state of shock, I couldn't utter any words. It kind of feels like the very night I met him again at his house. But this time I know better than to trust him.
His cold eyes continue to bore into mine so intensely, I continue stumbling back as he steps closer and closer to me until my back hits a wall.
"Don't be scared, baby."
I gulp, feeling a lump in my throat and my body shaking in fear. My heart beat is beating so fast, I can hardly breath. I just want to get out of here—away from him. But the only way out is through him.
Our eye contact breaks, as silver metals on his face catches my attention. It's a piercing on his right eyebrow and a lip piercing.
"I swear if you do anything," I finally utter, with my voice trembling, "I-I will scream and the guards will come in here."
"Oh, you mean the guards that were standing outside the door?" He smirks. "Baby, how was I able to get into this room then—or this yacht?"
I feel a growing sense of doom. I try to steady my breathing to calm my internal panic.
"Baby, I won't hurt you, I promise," he steps back, giving me space. "I just came here to say...happy birthday."
"Can you please stop calling me baby," I sneer. "Only Jimin has all the rights to call me that."
His eyes suddenly downcast but then looks back at me with a grin. "Whatever you say, baby...girl."
I completely ignore him, and run pass him with some hope I'd be able to get out of here but he quickly grabs my wrist and pull me back to face him.
"You won't be able to get out." He lets go of my wrist, and puts his hands back onto his pocket. He seems suspiciously unfazed nor does he seem to be worried about anything. "Those guards of yours outside...let's just say—listens to me."
That's when it dawned on me that those guards are probably working for Jungkook or he must have said something to them that might have them scared to disobey him. Now I know for sure there really isn't a way out and accepted my doom.
"Please y/n, just give me a few minutes. I really came here to say happy birthday," his dark brown eyes look deeply into mine. "And because I miss you so fucking much, you have no idea."
His eyes graze me up and down from my expose leg from the slit dress to my cleavage. "And damn..." his eyes becomes lustrous gazing back up into my eyes. "You're looking more beautiful as ever."
"Why did you come here, Jungkook?" I asks, ignoring his comment.
"Everyone in Seoul even celebrities are here to celebrate the birthday of a special and the most beautiful woman in the world," a half smile appears on his face, "So why wouldn't I be here too?"
I feel my body getting hot. "Jungkook, please leave and don't make a commotion."
He searches my eyes for a moment. "Is that really what you think I'll do? Come all the way here to ruin your special day?"
I glance into his eyes and I swear I could feel a hint of hurt in them. "Wherever you go there's always drama."
"What's a love story without a bit of a drama?" He slyly say as if this is amusing to him. "That's what makes this all fun."
"You think this is all just fun and games, huh?" I scoff, feeling annoyed. "Of course all you ever did was treat me like I'm some game and I'm sure you had so much fun."
"Oh, I definitely had fun," he grins. "Fun in the bedroom, of course. I'm sure we both can agree on that."
I look at him with great disgust but he chuckles to himself.
"Woah, relax babe," his laugh dies down. "I'm just trying to lighten the mood. Don't take me seriously. I'm really here to have fun with you on your birthday?"
I give him a scoffing look, feeling disgusted of him once again.
"Um not like that," he says quickly, realizing what he said. "I meant to enjoy this night with you."
"But if you want fun, I'll gladly give you that." He mischievous smiles.
I've had it. I immediately try to walk past him again, but he pulls me right back to him once again.
"Okay y/n, I'll stop joking around with you," his voice suddenly becomes serious. "I just want to say how much I truly missed you these past months. I just hope Jimin took care of you that night that bastard Jackson took you. I'm sorry that I didn't get to—"
"Of course he took good care of me," I cut him off, feeling a sudden frustration. "Why wouldn't he? He was the one who save me that night with Jackson."
He falls silent, looking confused for some reason as if this is news to him.
"Really?" He says with no emotion in his voice.
I didn't answer for a short moment, wondering why he seems to be too quiet all of a sudden. "Meanwhile you were probably happy Jackson had taken me," I mumble to myself, as I fold my arms.
He falls silent again and this time I can't really read his expression.
"Thank goodness Jimin came that night," I continue on. "Unlike you he actually cares for me. And he always has."
I watch his eyes shift down for a moment as if what I've said hurt him deeply. Then looks back into my eyes dolefully. "Are you more glad that it was him that save you instead of me?"
"Of course because I expect nothing from you," I say, feeling a small painful tug in my heart. "Why would you even care to come?"
His eyes become sorrowful. "I guess I treated you that badly than I thought..." his voice is low and I can hear it breaking. "That's really how you see me?"
Why is he acting like he feels sorry for what he had done?
I prepare myself, waiting for him to lash out but to my surprise he remains calm.
I should just keep my mouth shut, before he explodes.
It's eerily quiet between us until I finally garner some courage to walk away. "I'm leaving and you better tell those guards to let me out—" I cautiously walk past him again but he pulls me into a tight hug.
I try pushing him away, but he holds me firmly against his chest. The familiarity of his touch, suddenly gives me nostalgic feelings and bringing back so many memories.
I feel my body melting against him but the small part of me couldn't allow it, as I push him off with all my strength.
"Baby..." he says lowly, "I really came here to celebrate your special day." He pauses for a moment, looking deeply into my eyes, feeling myself get lost in them. "I missed you so much, you have no idea."
I fold my arms and look away, not wanting to hear any of it.
"I'm sorry, baby."
"Sorry?" I derisively chuckle. "You think you can just come here and say sorry, and everything will be okay again?"
"I..." He seems to be speechless.
"No, Jungkook. Please save your apologies. I've heard them way too many times already." I feel my throat tightening and tears begin to fill my eyes. "You say sorry this and that, over and over, and over again."
My tears drop down my face, feeling my heart churning. His hand reaches up to wipe my tears but I shift my face to dodge his hand.
"I'm so tired, Jungkook," my voice trembles. "I'm just so tired. I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of—"
"Baby, I love you," his voice breaks as he tightly wraps his arms around me again, and rest his head onto my shoulder with so much need. "Please, just hear me out. Let's fix this."