I turn my head to see Jungkook grabbing my wrist, tightly.
It is hurting me.
My eyes follow his in protest. His eyes are dark and fierce.
Exactly, when he looked at me the very first time.
Did my words trigger him this much?
"Jungkook, leave my hand right now," I said, trying to loosen his grip with my other hand.
"It is hurting me!"
Jungkook suddenly let my hand go. My wrist has reddened from where he held my hand. And it hurts really bad as if my veins have jumbled up.
I look at Jungkook, with nothing but hate in my eyes. Before I could turn and leave, Jungkook took a long step and stood exactly in front of me, with just a foot distance between us.
I stepped back, but he followed until my back was against the door.
Jungkook kept on coming closer, and then suddenly, he raised his arm and placed his fist on the door with a thud, blocking me.
Our eyes are interlocked. What is he doing?
"What did you just say?" His tone is angry but calm. "I make you uncomfortable?"
"Yes," I said without hesitating. "And now you are making me more."
He banged his fist against the door again. I can feel his breath on my face now. He's just staring.
"I am trying my best not to make you feel uneasy in any way. I have been doing the most by myself from the past days, and now you are saying that I am prioritizing my comfort over yours?"
"How are you making it easy? You don't let me do anything for you. That day, when I accidentally clutched your legs, you acted so rudely as if I did it all intentionally."
"Then why do you think I made you sit on the front seat?" he said, without waiting for me to finish.
Okay. Put your other argument.
"Why didn't you let me fix your makeup and clothes that day in the dressing room? It is my job..."
I am still uttering, when he steps back. His arm along with his body now.
I stopped speaking.
He looks around and then looks at me again. That eye contact was piercing through my whole body. My hands, feet all went cold. His eyes could do so much.
"I don't allow a girl to bow down and fix my clothes, in front of other men. I do have a bit of dignity for others."
I cannot speak.
"And if you cannot reach on time, I won't call you, again and again, to come over,"
He walks closer again, bringing his head forward.
"Because, I know you have your reasons," he says nodding lightly.
He waits for me to say something, but I have nothing to say. I took him so wrongly.
Why did you even come here??
Jungkook's eyes are calm now. He says nothing and walks towards his bedroom. And then, he stops amidst, turning his body sideways, hands in his pockets.
"I won't fire you. If you want to resign, bring it on. I'll try not to make things easier for you anymore."
With these words, he rushes to his room and bangs the door, leaving me behind all alone.
********************
"Are you ready?" asked yoongi.
"Yes, I am. Why are you asking?" I inquired.
"Jungkook asked me to pick you up from your house. Text me your address."
"But.."
Yoongi hung up.
If I still didn't text him my address, God knows he will still find me.
Did Jungkook really ask him? Or is Yoongi doing this on his own?
After receiving Yoongi's text message, I rushed outside the building, looking for the car. There's no black van, or even a decent car standing; just a lot of taxis.
Taxi? No.
I kept looking around, but no yoongi. As soon as I unlocked my mobile phone, a sudden horn's beep startled me. It's a matte black Rolls Royce, speeding on the road.
Can you freaking not horn at this early hour?
I ignored it and went back to text yoongi.
The Rolls Royce stops in front of me. I stood frozen. The window slides down and there is the face I was finding.
Yoongi?
Yoongi bows and looks at me through the window.
"Are you going to sit or stare?" says Yoongi's serious tone.
"Ah, sure I will sit."
Still amazed, I gently opened the door. He could come and get me in any car, why is it this car? Is he trying to impress me or what?
As I sit, Yoongi smoothly gets on the track again. He is wearing a black suit, and there's almost no difference between his hair and skin color.
"Did Jungkook ask you to bring me on this car, as well?" I asked.
He chuckled.
"Ah, Kookie's next goal is to own this car."
Oh, it isn't Jungkook's.
"Then, who owns this?"
"Driver."
"Who dri.."
WHAT?
IS THIS YOONGI'S?
My mouth dropped in surprise. Yoongi looked at me, and then he smiled back at the windscreen.
"Oh, I know you won't believe it, but umm I have no other ways to explain."
I relaxed back. The way Yoongi is driving assures that he drives this car quite often. Why is he Jungkook's driver, if he can freaking afford this?
"What did you eat that day when we dropped you at the bus station?" asked Yoongi, breaking the awkward silence.
"Umm, I didn't.."
"Oh, you liar," says Yoongi, almost laughing.
"I swear..."
Yoongi suddenly looks at me with his grave eyes.
"Just do one thing; never lie to me." He says and then ends it with a giggle.
I laughed back.
"Well, thank you for waiting for me that day. After all, you were driving the car."
He nods, fixing his hair in the hair mirror.
"Hobi is very kind. I really appreciated his concern for me."
My comment was followed by Yoongi's sudden giggle, slowly turning into hysterical laughter. I feared he was laughing way too much that his squinted eyes may not even see the road.
"Sorry sorry but, you really think Hobi did that? He really traps people by his words," says Yoongi, finally coming to his senses.
"What do you mean?"
Yoongi takes a deep breath, inhaling the last traces of his smile from his lips.
"Well, it wasn't Hobi, or me, or Namjoon. It was Jungkook. He wanted to stay till you leave."
Yoongi's words fell like bombs. Jungkook did that?
He waited for me to leave?
Just then I remembered Hobi's turning face when I asked them to go. He looked back at Jungkook, to know what to do next. He directed him to stay. And then, Hobi's mind flashed with an excuse, that I really believed.
My heart is thumping inside my chest now.
"If you still hesitate to be with Jungkook, let me tell you that he may never disappoint you, or hurt you. He is such a baby from the heart; Our golden maknae."
I am processing his words.
No doubt. No doubt.
The car suddenly comes to a halt. Yoongi parked the car, and we both got out of the car.
Till the way to Jungkook's apartment, my mind is baffled by everything.
What I thought, what he thought, what everyone thinks.
How can you ever question him?
HOW COULD YOU?
You literally risked your love for him, just because of a misconception; that was entirely yours.
Screw you, Hana.
Die Already.