❝Sadness❞
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I SIGHED AS I WALKED INSIDE THE HOUSE, GLANCING back at him, totally ignoring me, he walked away, not even glancing back. Just what is wrong with him?—I pressed my lips in a thin line and walked upstairs, glancing at him shutting his door loudly, I flinched, rolling my eyes as I walked to mine.

I sat on the bed, looking back at my leg, I sighed as I massaged it, hissing. I fell back on the bed, "When will these four months end?" I muttered, looking at the clock. With each day passing, the urge to get out of this place increased in me.

"I'll just..wait for a while." I told myself. Wasn't it a fact already that he hates me? To the point he glares at me like he'll rip my limbs apart?—the thing is that I don't want to see him anymore, seeing him makes me feel sick. With this in mind, I hastily walked to the door, my fingers pushing the button on my knob, and this was it.

I locked it. I'm alone, and safe, hopefully.

Rather than sulking, I'll just find a way to run away from here. All I need is a plan, "A plan." I muttered, sitting back down on the couch as I bit my lips, nodding to myself as I glanced around the room.

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"What?" Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows in confusion, "I feel weird—like—" Jungkook shoved his face in his hands. "Do you feel butterflies flapping in your stomach when you see her?" SeokJin asked as he chewed on his burger. Jungkook nodded, "She..I don't think it's because she looks like Seran, i-it's something else."

Jimin's hands fell on Jungkook's shoulders as he tapped his shoulder blades. "Dude," He puckered his lips, nodding in understandment,

"You're in love." Jungkook sighed, "That's exactly what I'm not in." Taehyung snorted, "You haven't flipped a plate or two in a while though." Jungkook pressed his lips in a thin line, "Come on, you and us, we all know that you're not actually cruel and shit. You're just..heartbroken, aren't you?" Namjoon asked, eyebrows pressed together as he eyed his friend in sadness.

"I-I don't know, but I feel sick. I don't think I actually ever wanted to marry her in the first place, I don't—" Yoongi interrupted with enthusiasm, "If you give these types of excuses to someone else, they'll slap the hell out of you. You're saying you just married someone because you were 'trying to stable your mental state'." He let out a breathy sigh.

"You came all the way from your house to mine, might as well have some food." Hoseok pressed his lips in a thin line as he watched SeokJin passing a burger with boredom. "You should take it back before he tosses it out of the window." Namjoon pointed out.

SeokJin shrugged, shoving the remaining burger in his face. "I can tell you didn't come here for free food, but some tips on how you should let Haerin go without your heart shattering and bu*lshit." SeokJin nodded to himself as he wiped his fingers with a tissue whilst chewing.

"CoUlD YoU FiNd A wAy To LeT mE dOwN sLoWlY..."

Jimin stopped, blinking away the lyrics as he allowed himself to apologise to the irritated, annoyed and growling men. "Look, you can just forget about all of this and start a new life with Haerin." Hoseok tried, sighing when Jungkook shook his head slowly,

"She hates me."

"You scared her."

"I'll scare her again, I know."

"The f*ck bro? You the Beast from Beauty and The Beast?" Jimin asked, "Jimin of you don't—" Namjoon held himself back from shoving the man out of the window. "I can't do this.. I'm tired and hell, I can't even look at her with sincerity, I just glare at her, I don't want her to see that I'm scared, I'll b-be—I'll—"

"Be insecure." SeokJin finished, watching as the younger one nod. All the six men gasped and panicked when Jungkook sniffed, stiffening in his seat as he brought the back of his palm up to his eyes, rubbing lightly—

—he was actually crying.

"Oh Jungkook." SeokJin sighed, defeated as he rose up from his seat and walked to the sobbing one, wrapping his arms around him, he patted his back reassuringly, not sure if it helped the man calm down one bit. He was feeling broken, and sad. All emotions were mixed up in his head, his body was shivering without any coldness, he was afraid, of himself.

Slowly, all of them joined in, hugging and patting the younger man. "You're such a baby." Taehyung muttered in a cutesy voice before pecking the top of Jungkooks head, he chuckled while wiping his tears. Taehyung paused, "Did you wash your head?" Hoseok, annoyed and done, slapped the back of Taehyung's head.

"Now, you'll go back and apologise, try and be friendly and for once..once, forget about that sh*tty thing you do all day, work. The company won't due without you, they're all humans, just like you, so they'll manage. Now, go back home and treat her like a real wife, not as some distraction object."

Namjoon grinned as he petted Jungkook on the head. The man nodded, getting up from the seat as he looked at the six men, "Thanks, hyung." They all awed, still amazed by how the youngest man was still able to make them cringe by his cuteness.

"Is someone still volunteering to eat the sandwiches and burgers with me..?" SeokJin awkwardly exlcaimed as he pointed at his kitchen. "Are you kidding me? The kid is experiencing such an emotional trauma and you're acting sh*tty." Namjoon nudged SeokJin.

"Are you sure you don't like her?" Taehyung asked with slight amusement in his voice, he still couldn't register the fact that he actually thought that Haerin and Jungkook were in love when they were both only acting—damn, he even shipped.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Taehyung said some random words under his breath. "I..don't know." Jungkook replied, rubbing under his nose sheepishly as he stared at his lap, at his ring. "She kind of reminds me of Seran. I feel like I am moving on. I don't have nightmares anymore, I don't cry while sleeping or laying in bed. The last time I had a dream of her was when we went to Paris. I think..she does have a strong impact on my life—for now. To say I say love her...I don't know if it's right or not."

Jungkook honestly said, looking back up at the men. "Oh man." SeokJin looked away with tears in his eyes as he wiped them. "You're trying so hard to forget her, why not try to fall in love again?" Yoongi suggested, raising a brow as he plopped next to Jungkook, running a hand through the younger's hair.

He looked up with confused eyes. "I don't want to force myself into loving her. I want my feelings to be genuine, all we've got in three and a half months. I didn't realise how time went by. If in these months I don't find myself liking her..I'll give up—for good." He said through his teeth, before slapping himself to reality.

"That's more realistic, right?"

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"Oh god!" I yelled, flinched when I landed on the couch straight from the rack like surface on the window to the couch, heart beating fast as I almost died, head leaning back on the couch, I sighed as I sat up straight,

This was my sixteenth attempt of making a run from here.

Now that I glow at it, this idea is crusty-dustily stupid. If he wants, he'll find me, kill me—and throw me in some type of hell where I won't even get a funeral. Even if I successfully run away from here, there's such a tight security for my father that I won't be able to reach him without him knowing. I don't have money to even give my father proper treatment, and I dont't have money—I don't even have a proper house.

"Why did he even marry me?" I started, "Maybe because he likes me—" I cut myself off, "Don't be stupid—" I nodded, "He isn't a mafia why am I so scared in the first place?" I paused, "Actually, he's nor bad as well. Most of the time—I'm the one because of whom he becomes angry, occasionally, he isn't glaring at me or anything. He doesn't even act that bad to people around him, he's got to have some serious problem, what if he's just sad and lonely?" I sighed.

"Why do I speak so much?" I asked myself, confused as I shrugged.

I sat up on the couch, "Does the bathroom have a window—?" My words were cut off by the door knocking softly. I frowned, it was so soft that I didn't realise until the fourth time, "Haerin?" I almost fell off of the couch from shock as I heard Jungkook's voice. "J-Jungkook?" I asked back, practically yelling his name as I tried unlocking the door. Panicking when I had a hard time opening it, I quickly yelled, "Just a minute!" For him not to go away.

He hummed slightly on the other side, his heart sinking deep as he felt a knot form in his throat, the thought of expressing his feelings—to someone whose not his Bangtan friends—made him feel insecure and stiffening into his space. He was never this shy whenever he faced her as he was today, he felt small and more small as the seconds ticked by.

I let out a breathy sigh when the door finally unlocked, opening it, I faced Jungkook with the most normal face I could. He forced a smile my way, eyes sad as he glanced over me and at the room. "Hey." He said, clutching his hands tightly behind his back, "Hey?" I replied back, but it rather came out as a question, smiling for the first time ever in front of him, I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I-uh-um-" He cursed himself for not readying any speech or words to say to her, "I wanted to say something." He moved his right hand in front as he hastily moved it back and forth, finding the right words to say, my hands moved like his, staring at him with an awkward smile. "I wanted to apologise." He breathed out, his eyes shut tightly as he gulped.

"Apologise?" I mumbled along with him, he nodded as he looked up, "I'm sorry for saying whatever I did say. The thing is that Seran—she—" He stopped again, closing his eyes tightly, "I can't tell you who she is and in what impact she had in my life, I haven't...yet built up the courage to tell you, but," He started again, "For saying all the dumb things I said about your father, for calling you stupid things and for forcibly putting you in this miserable situation with me, I'm sorry."

His lips quivered as he spoke, not expecting apology, "It's okay." He looked up again, seeing as I smiled at him. "I'm sure you had your...reasons, I'll wait until you are enough capable of telling me about your life, I'll wait." I nodded, feeling bad that he felt this way, his eyes were watering, his hands shaking from fear. "Thank you." He whispered, his voice barely audible as he didn't find any possible words to thank me, "I'm more than thankful for you forgiving me."

I blinked when he moved forward, speaking his regards without giving the fact that he was walking way too close to me a single thought. "Um Jungkook—?" I stopped midway, his eyes glistened with tears as he blinked them away, "Uh-sorry again." He muttered, moving back. I smiled again, "You aren't...actually a bad guy." I nodded to myself while saying that.

"T-Thank you Haerin." His smile flattered wide as each word left my mouth, e seemed happy, for an apology, for a happy ending of this conversation, of having the biggest burden off his shoulders, and that he didn't have to go around glaring and growling at me anymore. He was more than thankful.

"I wanted to say this the moment I saw you..since this involved you, I wanted to say this, I can't tell you the whole history of me and Seran, but the fact that I married you—" He stopped, smiling softly as he continued,

"—look like her." My eyes widened, mouth gaping. "I-I look like her?" I foolishly pointed at myself, the words went over my head, I didn't understand the statement one bit. "Yes. You do resemble her, but now—I actually see the special glow you own." He moved forward, my eyes awkwardly folliwed his stepped as he stood close to me, hesitantly moving a hand around my head. "You, yourself are special." He muttered, smiling as he moved back again.

"Thanks." I smiled and nodded his way. He moved to the door, walking out as he paused, looking back, "Ah right," I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to complete, "I actually called my day off for three days straight." My eyes widened, almost coming out of their sockets in surprise. I swallowed painfully, "Th-Three days? For what?" He gave me the most awkward smile anyone could ever, "I have decided to spend my time with you...not as some contract couple, not as two people tied together, not as the 'you hate me and I do the same' scenario, but as two friends." He said, moving closer yet again as he grinned when seeing my frightened form.

"Maybe that'll make you less scared of me." I looked up at his eyes, gulping. I nodded to him, glancing around the empty house, "And maybe," His lips tugged in a smirk all of a sudden, my eyebrows fell together at the movement,

"Maybe we'll even fall in love." He whispered, moving away again as he smiled again, waving, he muttered a "goodnight" before scurrying to his end hall room. "He did not just say that—" I pressed my lips in a thin line, not wanting to smile at this.

I knitted my eyebrows as I felt my cheeks burning up, was I blushing the whole time?