❝Drift❞
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MY EYES OPENED, FLUTTERING LIGHTLY AS I looked towards the window—ah, it's morning. I looked down to see Jungkook asleep, I removed his head from my lap and rubbed my eyes, getting off the bed. Aren't you forgetting something?—I looked back at him, suddenly remembering his words,

"Seran."

My eyes widened, my hand went over my mouth. That child? Is he serious?—my heart started beating fast. "H-He—" My words were cut off when he groaned, I quickly walked back to the washroom, shutting the door.

I leaned against the door frame, trying to hear his voice. I quickly brushed my teeth, "I'll act natural." I told myself, looking into the mirror. I groaned, that girl? Is this why she was scared? Did he abuse her?—all thoughts came into my mind, I didn't even realise that it was thirty minutes since I was in.

A sharp knock on the door startled me, I walked to the door and opened it, seeing a glaring Jungkook, he pointed at his face. "Explain this." He gritted his teeth. I felt my throat going dry, "Come out." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out with him.

I noticed he was well dressed. How much time did I spend in there?—he pushed me towards the front, crossing his arms. "So, how did my face become like this?" He clenched his jaw in annoyance. "Well... You fought?" I smiled awkwardly, he slammed his hand on the wall beside him, "This ain't funny. First I get hurt because of that pervert, and now? I fought?"

He asked, "Yes. You fought. For.. Someone." I muttered, "Who?" He asked. "I don't know. You should know better." I told him, my head hanging lower and lower by each sentence. "Oh really?" He mocked, tilting his head. With a sigh, he rubbed his eyes. "Fine."

I glanced up at him. "What?" He asked, I shook my head at him. "That Se—nevermind." He raised his brows, "Huh? You're so weird." He said, shaking his head as he clenched his jaw. "I'm not!" I protested, chiming my chin up.

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes y—"

His phone started ringing suddenly, he looked at me with a glare, before picking his phone up, "What?" He knitted his brows, looking annoyed. "Are you serious? I'm on a vacation." He said, turning way from me, "Alright. This is the last one, I'm coming."

He hung up, tossing his phone on the table, I flinched, looking up at him. "Goddamit." He muttered, looking back at me, "Look, I have to go to a meeting here, so be home, don't cause me anymore trouble." He warned.

He turned, hanging his suit jacket over his shoulder and walked to the doors. My throat tightened, what if he dumps you?—I opened my mouth, "Wait. I'll also come!" His hand that was gripping the doorknob fell by his side loosely.

He turned to give me a raised brow, his face scrunched-up in amusement, oh honey, I'll be happy if he doesn't snap my neck with this sentence—a nervous gag formed in the back of my throat, his gaze was killing me.

"What?" He asked, voice plain and thick. The hair on my back and legs straightened up from fear. "I'll also come." I whispered, not being able to muster up the courage to yell again, I fidgeted with my fingers, "I don't want to stay here alone. I feel scared.." That was probably the most embarrassing yet most honest thing I've ever said.

My cheeks heated up, turning red. "Scared?" He mocked, tilting his head to the right side. He poked his inner cheek to hold in his laugh, he broke into a smile.

That's like the first ever real smile he gave me. He cleared his throat, his face changing to the normal, scary one. "Alright." He nodded, "Come."

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I wiped the back of my sweaty palms against my dress, this corridor was most likely empty, but the intense stares these women were giving me was too scary to handle. I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

Why did I even come here?—I licked my dry lips, it always happens—I can't fight. I fall, fall and fall. I can't tell people to stop looking at me, nor can I beat the guilt that fills me even when I'm right. Maybe it's just me? Maybe it's because I'm too sensitive. I can't see people crying because of me, all I can every say is sorry, sorry.

Why am I like this? Why does someone else's guilt eat me?

My thoughts were interrupted by the large hall door opening, Mr Kim walked out, clutching a file in his right hand, he smiled lightly at me. I got up as he walked towards me, "How're you, Ms Haerin?" I smiled at him, "I'm fine. But I," I took a deep breathe, the piece of diamond clutched tightly in my hand behind my back.

"I have some questions to ask you."