Chapter Fifteen: Where Reality Pummels Me

My feet were intertwined with his.

His hair was scattered in opposite directions, no doubt from my fingers that had ran through his locks while making love. He was half-asleep, mouth slightly open as he breathed deeply.

“You have to be home tonight,” I reminded, pulling the comforter higher against my chest.

His eyes opened, gleaming in the moonlight. “What time is it?” he mumbled, voice rough.

I checked my phone, squinting from the harsh light. “Almost ten-thirty.”

He sat up, grabbing his jeans from the floor and pulling them on. I watched him, soaking him in like a sponge. Trying to etch this into a memory I would never forget. He noticed me studying him, a soft smile on his lips as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss against my forehead.

“You mean so much to me,” he whispered, like it was a secret. The words brought a smile to my lips even as my heart sunk. I reached my hand out to his, taking it in my own and kissing his palm. He only watched me, head tilted towards the side and leaning on his elbows.

My phone vibrated, pulling us out of our own little world. I checked the message, frowning when I didn’t know the number.

I tried to tell you but you wouldn’t listen.

Before I could respond a picture was sent. It was grainy, barely able to be made out, but I knew the subject of the photo all too well. From the back of his head to the way his shirt fit across the span of his shoulders.

Jungkook.

Somehow I didn’t feel hurt, but emptiness. A span of darkness that had no end. A sentence with no period.

Jungkook kissed my shoulder, leaning over to see what I was looking at. He grabbed my phone out of my hands, brows furrowed as he took in the two people interlocked with each other. I expected him to deny it, to say it wasn’t what it looked like. Instead, he tossed my phone near me.

“I didn’t her.”

“What?” I said in disbelief.

He pulled his shirt on, rolling his neck. “I was drunk. We kissed, that’s all.”

I dropped the blanket, searching for a baggy shirt in one of my drawers and sliding it on. “Oh, you were drunk so that makes everything okay?”

He sighed, staring up at the ceiling as if he had no patience for me. “I didn’t say that. It was an accident.”

I scoffed, throwing his belt at him. He flinched