Chương 8: It wasn't..
No...
I'm not beautiful.
I never was.
"Kookieeee, why don't we eat in some cafe!? I love macaroons-"
Her cheeks were pinched as Jimin's gaze turned to them.
Wyen fidgeting with her fingers wasn't noticed as everyone giggled at Dae-ni who goofed around.
As she picked the skin at the edge of her nail within her heart beating fast, she bit her lip.
Hesitant yet nervous, she dropped her hands on the bed making Jimin's gaze fall over her.
His laugh faintly faded away when her pink lips met his view.
Her hand pushed the strands behind her ear and her pink cheeks got in view.
Jimin's hand hesitantly clutched the bedsheet under his grip while his eyes blinked.
Pretty...
So pretty and it turns me on.
Clearing his throat, jimin looked away.
Jungkook glanced at Wyen.
"I... I'll go fresh up.."
She immediately walked into the bathroom.
The silence filled the room before Jimin's eyes met jungkook's for a mere second.
Jungkook frequently poured his attention back on Dae-ni
And Jimin's gaze fell on the bed.
Hand feeling the soft sheets under, he blinked when he saw blood on the bedsheet.
A frown, he looked at the pillow only to see couple of hair strands.
Blinking as thoughts flooded his mind, he followed jungkook's yell and walked to them.
Hesitantly glancing back at the bed, he felt his arm being pulled.
As he grinned glancing at the hand, he looked at Dae-ni but her both arms are collided with Jungkook's.
Eyes blinking, he realised it wasn't Dae-ni.
It wasn't his lovely wife.
It was Jungkook.
His bestfriend whom he spent his entire life with.
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