It started with venom words and murderous glares, heated kisses and rash touches. That was okay, it was easier. But now it changed to sweet words and affectionate stares, tender pecks and gentle caresses, and L

“What am I to you?” He was tired from asking that question. She was tired from answering it.

All Lynn can do is stare at Jungkook’s retreating back as the hope she had of getting back with him gets crushed.