The sad truth was that she lied.

Of course she didn’t hate Jungkook embracing her.

It was just that she was so afraid how easily Jungkook made her lose control over her body and actions with a simple kiss, or a sweet gesture.

She didn’t want to have her heart broken if this was all just a game to Jungkook, or something he did when he needed to relieve his .

But then again, Jungkook could found anyone else to do this with, so why would he bother with Rosè? 

She fell on her back on the bed, embeding her hands on her face from embarassment.

She took the pillow and placed it over her face, groaning in it from frustration and Jungkook's cologne rushing to her.

Jungkook made her feel on the edge every time he did something like this, and Rosè hated it.

But most of all, she hated how empty and cold the big king-sized bed was without Jungkook in it.