but there is so much said about the things you don't say

. . .

I snapped out of the trance when Lizzy hit my head with a magazine.

"Ouch! That hurt!" I massaged my head to ease the pain, it wasn't hurting that bad though.

"You're daydreaming again! So, since you've interrupted my painting session, let's plan how to dispatch your boyfriend."

"Ex! Boyfriend..." I'd like to emphasize that, and he's my E - X boyfriend.

We grabbed four yogurt cups from her fridge and proceeded to the living room. I sat on the couch while she sat and curved into a ball on the floor opposite me.

"What does he hate the most?" she asked as she diligently wrote my answers.

"Probably, me?" I responded.

She looked at me with her blank eyes, then I knew she was serious.

Geez, can't I joke about it?

"He hates being woken up in the middle of sleep unless you wake him up with a 'let's f.uck' request, he doesn't like peanut butter, it looks like poop."

Lizzy gave me a disgusted look. What? Doesn't it look like one? Kookie's allergic to peanut butter, and remembering it as a poop in disguise keeps him on his lane.

"He doesn't like it when I wear dresses outside or when I wear lingerie to occasions."

"How'd you take that? Does he get jealous easily?"

Oh dear, he's always jealous. He's suspicious of everything I do, but I kept up with him anyway. I thought he was just overly protective.

"He used to get jealous a lot," I recalled.

"Okay, now tell me what his kinks are." She bit the tip of her pen and gave me one of those looks that get men to bed. Seductive and Evil. Okay, now that's too much.

"What? No! I'm not telling you!" I leaned away and rested my back on the couch.

She kneeled and rested her elbow on the glass table, carefully reading the expressions on my face. "Why are you blushing? Were you thinking about them now? Are you turned on?"

Oh, the nerve of this woman! I walked away and just then, my phone vibrated. I stopped and dropped the call after seeing the caller ID.

"I have to go, Lizzy. Thanks for the help today. See you!"

I hurriedly left to catch the bus schedule, and okay great, what's worse than being stuck with my ex-boyfriend? THE FUCK.ING TRAFFIC! Afshshhsejdbdb!

I got off the bus and ran a few meters to waste no time on this f.ucking car congestion. If this were GTA, I would be murdering everyone on the way.

"Move your ass! Mister!"

"Come on woman! Are you a f.ucking snail?!"

"Out of my way di.ckheads!"

After dodging and hitting, and getting a lot of hate from strangers, I reached my destination. I ran to the elevator to get on the 23rd floor. S.hit! S.hit! S.hit! I ran as fast as I could and opened the door while struggling to catch my breath.

"Mom!" She was sitting on the couch while Jungkook served her some tea.

My mother's a strict and scary woman. She'd do anything to get what she wants, and if she fails to, she'd throw tantrums and get mad at everyone. Which reminds me of my Aunt Minah, her sister, whom she hasn't forgiven since four years ago for refusing to let her borrow a pair of earrings. EARRINGS, people, just for a couple of earrings!

Anyway, she set me up with Jungkook 2 years ago, and that's how we met and how we became lovers. She can't know that we broke up, or I might end up being disowned, or worse, d e a d. My mother is an influential individual; her social status is no joke. As her daughter, it puts a lot of pressure on my shoulders.

"Chae Hyeri, where have you been?" She fixed her posture and turned to face my direction.

I gulped as I scream for help in Jungkook's eyes. He was on pins and needles; he's just as anxious as me. Does she know? I froze on my feet as I try to come up with a reason if ever she asks about him and me.

"I went to Lizzy's place." I faked a smile to calm the tensed atmosphere.

"You're still friends with that weirdo? Why did you leave your boyfriend behind? Is he not valuable to you?"

Mom? How is he even related to my affair with my friends? I can't take him everywhere I go, he's not my f.ricking bodyguard.

"What if something happened to you while you're with her? You're always running away from people trying to protect you."

Speaking of which, I used to have bodyguards after the tragedy that involved Lizzy. My mom thinks I'd also blow my brains out for her, or involve myself in accidents because my friend is dangerous and bizarre. But I was just as peculiar as her. Perhaps it's one of the reasons why we're still together after all this time.

"I'm trying my best to be careful, mom. Stop worrying about me; I'm not a little girl anymore."

I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get some water. Jungkook followed, gripped my arm and pulled me to space out of my mother's sight.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" I whispered heavily.

He removed his hands on my arm and quickly cupped my cheeks, squeezing them as firm as he could.

"No, no, no, listen to me! She can't know that we broke up or I'm dead." He released my cheeks from his touch and pouted his lips a little, seeking for my agreement.

Oh, honey, the feeling is so mutual.

"I know! My dead body would be as cold as yours! Hold up, so does that mean you haven't told her yet?"

"Why the f.uck would I? I'm scared of her, just look at the way she sits! She's like in a meeting with the prime minister." He crossed his arms, and his eyebrows met.

He looks so cute when he does that. My little cutie pie. What? Wait, no, focus on the problem here Hyeri!

"Wow, finally, you used that head of yours!"

"Wh-what? Oh, sweetheart, you underestimate what this head can do." His hands shifted to the pockets of his pants and smirked at me as he tried to emphasize his bulge.

Really? In the middle of our crisis, he managed to pull off that stupid joke?

"Stop it, you pervert! What do we do now? Should we like, pretend?"

"I don't know, I mean, seems like it's the only option available. She told me she'd be having dinner with us tonight, so perhaps we could..." His fingers softly traced my collarbone, down to my chest and before he could reach down my shirt, I smacked his hand.

"Try and hit on me again, I will break your face."

"Geez! Calm down, then let's play boyfriend and girlfriend tonight. It's not that hard, I mean we've been there." He started curling the edge of my shirt, teasing it with little loops he made with his finger.

I paid no mind and focused on the real issue. "Just so you know, I'm agreeing to this for the sake of our lives but if you cross the line, I will kill you first."

He nodded his head. "Noted, sweetheart."

And in an instant, he pulled me harshly towards him; my body slammed his hard chest. He held my waist and crashed his lips to mine. Oh, those lips, soft and cold, that used to greet me good morning and good night. I wanted to hesitate, and break it but, what is this? Why am I not... are we already pretending? His hands went from my waist down to my rear which led me into opening my lips as his tongue went inside, playing with mine. I felt his smile after successfully doing so, and this rascal has to stop! Okay now, wait, what is he doing? He's slowly lifting --

"Okay, it seems like you kids can't keep it inside your pants anymore. I'll get going; we'll have dinner next time." My mom caught us doing it, and oh let me tell you it doesn't surprise her anymore.

He continued kissing me until she's gone. Just when I wanted more, he ended it.

"Okay she's gone. Well, that wasn't hard, Hyeri." He wiped the edge of lips and turned his back from me.

I feel so f.ucking used. What about me now? What about that kiss? Why is he like this? He's so f.ucking insensitive.

"What? Where are you going? Are you going to leave just like that?"

"I have a date in an hour. I need to prepare, unless you wanna come."
He fixed his collar as he stretched his neck. He fixed himself good in front of the mirror and put on his white converse.

"No, f.ucking thanks, Jungkook! I hope you get run over by a truck or something. I'm tired of your stupid games and your cold a.ss! I know we had a deal, but that doesn't mean you'll keep ignoring how I feel!" I stood behind him, and he looked at my reflection.

He didn't say a word but instead responded with a smirk, meant to annoy me, "What are you so mad about? Wait, this is not about what we just did, right? Or did you think that meant something?"

I don't know why I'm acting this way either. I am so f.ucking pissed at him. Kissing me and then leaving just like that.

He took his coat and slammed the door after him.

I just wanted him to respect me. Our past relationship. Our place, that we built together. All of those, thrown away because of him, and yes it still hurts, it still burns inside.

But, fine then! If he wants to play it rough, let's play it rough. If this is how he treats me, I'll treat him worse. This game is mine now.

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