❝Jealousy❞
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I FIDGETED WITH THE DIAMOND, GETTING embarrassed was one of the things I hated to death, I couldn't even understand my own sensitivity, but it's good that he's actually not the type of person you thought he was—I shrugged, that's kind of nice too.

This was also something I hated, talking to myself as if it's the most trusted person, even when I don't trust myself in any way. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a tug at my dress, I glanced down, flinching when something licked my leg.

I backed off, my eyes widening at the sight of a white cat, staring back at me with such amusement. "What are you doing here?" I crouched down in front of it, patting its head. Somehow, this cat reminded me of someone,

Someone I've not seen much, but just someone.

I noticed the collar on its neck, "You're a pet?" I asked, smiling. "Min Suga?" I read its name out loud. It purred at my call, I giggled, "What a cute name you have." I said.

"You like animals?" A voice spoke up from behind me, I turned to find Jungkook leaning against the door, I quickly shoved the diamond in my bag, getting up. That was close. I gulped, my eyes batting in nervousness. "Y-Yeah. Your work is done?" I asked, the cat excitedly jumped towards him.

He hummed, looking at his watch. "It's late, should we go home?" He asked, pushing the cat away a bit with his leg. "Hey." I frowned, he looked up. "What?" I picked the cat from the ground, "Don't kick it. You will hurt it." I said, he tilted his head, hand falling by his side.

He took a step towards me, "So you like that cat and Mr Kim more than me?" My brows knitted in confusion, he himself seemed quite amused with that question. "What? Why would I like you?" I asked, chiming my chin in confusion.

He gritted his teeth, "Are you saying I'm ugly?" I was thrown into a deeper sense of confusion. "No. I never said you're ugly." I defended. "Well that's exactly what you mean. I'm perfect, aren't I?" He asked, "No human in perfect, and if there is one, they're still a human."

His face turned pale as if I've said the most offensive thing in the world. "What? I'm perfect—" I pointed at him. "But you're still a human." He scoffed, "You're unbelievable." He said, I shrugged, "I know."

The cat jumped from my embrace, surprising me. "It doesn't like you." Jungkook huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. I sighed, "Let's go back." I said, walking ahead of him.

He followed me behind, "See? I give you more attention than a pathetic cat." He said. "It's not pathetic." I protested, frowning. "It is." He denied,

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Ye—"

I groaned. "Just shut up already!"

He seemed quite shocked by my sudden outburst. He gave me an amused look. My chest rise(d) and feel  from anger. "You're getting more and more bold." He said, tilting his head to a side. "Not until you annoy me." I retorted, crossing my hands over my chest. "And isn't Mr Kim annoying? To have a damned pinky promise with you?" He asked, scoffing.

"No! You're more annoying than a man chewing on food with his mouth open!"

Well, that's the most embarrassing thing I've said this month—I gulped, my cheeks hearing up, his mouth gaped open. "I'm annoying. I'm so beautiful, you should be grateful that you can see my handsome face every day while some girls die to do so!" He cried, huffing as he sulked.

"No, they're not dying for your face, but your money." I said, pointing at his face. "Oh come on! I'm still famous!" He rolled his eyes. "Of course! You're so famous. And so is a cat!" I chimed, he scoffed in disappointment. "What the fu—" I yelled, causing him to flinch, "What's with you?" He asked,

"I hate men who curse! Stop cursing already!" I cried in anger. "You're getting on my nerves now!" He yelled back, "Oh you too!" I scoffed, "I'll curse! Today, tomorrow and every single day! And you'll have to hear it for the rest of your life!" He cried,

"Like I'll stay with you! I'll leave you right after six months!"

I stopped, he stopped. My anger slowly vanished, his face turned pale, my eyes softened and I sighed, rubbing my eyes while looking at the floor. That's our truth. He gulped. My emotions were mixed, it was neither sadness or joy, I felt empty, this sentence was like a thorn not only to me but also him, without any possible reason, we were getting closer to each other second by second, close enough to feel each other's pain, the joy of being with him and the joy of being without him, the agony of being with him and the agony of not being with him,

They were all the same.

Could these be a place for love between us? A home, that we could call ours. In this world, where the judges of our lives are some people who'll never experience our pain, will we find love?

What if that too, is judged by them? What if I'm not his level. He's bugger to me in every way, society, level, beauty, everything. He lived with the world in his feet, while I was one of those who were merely even seen in this society,

Clearly seen, if it wasn't for him, no one would have given me the attention they gave, my father would have been dead by now, and I would have been roaming on the streets, homeless and helpless.

He could have married some rich and beautiful girl, but he chose me. I will never be able to return his efforts, I'll never be his level, we'll never match.

"Ah. It's already twelve, let's go back home." He said to prevent anymore tension. He walked ahead of me, his hands in his pockets,

I sadly stared at his back, the one question I was dying to ask in my head, like a loose thread that would break any second,

Why did you choose me, Jungkook?