❝Glasses❞
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MR KIM SMILED AT ME, WAVING LIGHTLY. My throat went dry at his face. He walked out of his car, marching to me. I got alarmed, trying to run away from him with my bruised foot. He quickly held my arms, his eyes wide.

"Please don't run, or I'll lose my job." He said, biting his lips as he pulled me back. I held back my tears, sighing. I got away from his grip, frantically walking to the car as I sat inside, he followed me, opening his mouth to say something.

"I don't know what happened between you two, but I'm sure that it can be solved." He started his car, turning to where the lounge was. I clenched my jaw, feeling cold.

"Right now—you're totally wet. So it's important that you go home and sort things out." He explained, glancing at me. "Is there something bothering you?" He asked, "I just.. I wanted to ask him bout Seran and all, and he just got angry." I muttered, unsure if he even heard it.

"I—" He sighed loudly, "I know you're curious. I just thought it'll be better if he himself tells you about it, like—I have no right to meddle in your life." He explained, trying to sound as usual as he could.

The car halted to a stop, "Now, when you go back, get things right." He smiled, I nodded, opening the door as I walked out, he walked behind me as I entered the building.

"I don't even get why you two fight." He said as we entered the elevator. "Like—" I chuckled, cutting him off. "We're no happy couple if you think we are." I told him, shaking my head.

The elevator doors opened, he sighed as I marched to the lounge, inserting the passcode. I opened the door, finding Jungkook standing right in front of me.

He glared at me—moving his hand as he signalled Mr Kim to leave, his eyes never meeting mine. Mr Kim looked at me once, before bowing towards him as he left. Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just what are you?" He asks, infuriating me.

I heard the door automatically close behind me, I glared back at him—he took a step forward, grabbing my arm. I winced just slightly when he tried to push me towards him. He furrows his brows and looks down at my feet—soaking in red liquid.

"What the hell did you do to your feet?" He asked, bending down. I took a step back, he looked back up, "I hate you." I stated with no absolute emotion, my hands clenched around the material of the dirty dress I worn. He chuckled, "Did I say I love you?" He asked, raising his brows.

"You look like you came out of a dump. The last thing I'd want is you coming into my house like that, so clean that dirt off of you."

His words were harsh—but didn't affect me. He may be cruel, but I don't care anymore. I smiled wickedly at him, "Oh? Does it hurt your pride to see me?" He looked up, his eyes meeting mine.

"Yes, kind of." He nodded, glaring at me. "Then be hurt, I don't care." I bit my lips, looking down at where my blood laid on the floor, "You're a monster." He scoffs.

"Good thing you realised that, now go to your room, and take that dirt off you, be
fore I do something you won't like."

I clenched my hands, he pulled my hand, pushing me towards the staircase. "And don't ever take anything from my house again." He said, the diamond in his hand as he smirked, I scoffed, smirking. "We'll see." I walked upstairs, despite the agony in my leg.

My feet were shaking as I barely walked to my room, opening the door, I felt tears flowing down my cheeks, I closed the door and leaned against it, my eyes shutting as I bit my inner cheek to prevent any noise.

If there was a hell—it would be with him. Are all rich people like him? Narrow minded and selfish?—I was thankful that I wasn't born rich, if being rich means being heartless—I'd rather be poor.

A knot formed in my throat, I wiped my eyes with my sleeves, sighing. "Just five months, just five months." I repeated to myself as I walked to the bathroom, shutting the door.

I quickly reached for the closest dress I found. I quickly stripped out of the dress I was wearing, changing into the new one.

"Fu*king a*shole."

I muttered as I washed the dirt off of my face with water, not caring about my wound as I sloppily walked out, sitting on my bed, I laid back, looking at the ring in my hand. "If dad recovers fast, then I'll just leave him. I'll do something and find a job, then I'll pay for all the things he did, yes." I told myself with tears in my eyes.

I sobbed, wincing as I felt a sharp pain in my leg. "Why did I even agree?" I thought to myself. "That was the worst decision of my life." I muttered, turning as I closed my eyes, falling asleep.

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Jungkook walked inside the room, his eyes spotting the girl sleeping on the mattress, he walked towards her, looking down at her feet. Her feet were no longer bleeding, the blood had clotted.

He bit his lips, "I can't believe I'm doing this." He muttered as he walked towards the Wardrobe where she puts the first aid kit, and pulled it out. He crouched down in front of her bed. "Idiot." He mumbled to himself, taking out the ointment as he applied it on her foot.

He wrapped her foot in a bandage and poked his inner cheek with his tongue, getting up. He placed the first aid kit back on its place and walked to his room, picking his phone.

He dialled the number, "Yeah." He rubbed his eyes,

"Book the tickets back to Seoul, of tomorrow."