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He pressed his body against yours, holding your hands firmly at the sides of your head. He sure had a taste of the mojito as his heavy, minty breath fanned your lips, nose flared, eyes flaming with anger and remorse. "You here are my wife. You belong to me, Yn." You scoffed at his dainty and dominative tone that can't make a bad bitch like you go on her knees. "I belong to nobody, Jeon." And just like the bipolar he always has been, his eyes swelled with tears, making you doubt of their sincerity. His hands dropped yours, holding your face with pain glistening. "What are we Yn?" He caressed your cheeks gently. "Are we lovers? Friends? Enemies? Partners? Strangers? Just what are we?" His voice came out broken and soft reminding you of the old times. When you trusted his vulnerable self. But he should know that you are no more the old Yn to be fooled. People changed, so did you. But the past doesn't. It stares at you like the ugliest scar. And teaches you for the future. You held his hands, the same gentle way, sliding them down your face. Beaming a stretched smile at him, you began. "There is no 'we', Jeon. It is just you and me." His eyes suddenly darkened as if they weren't in tears a minute before. "Yeah, sure. But you are mine." The way he said it through gritted teeth was so damn dominantive. Something he shouldn't be. "For the millionth time, Jungkook. I was never yours." You replied with the same tone, reminding him that you aren't to be fooled. All he did was release a breathy chuckle over your lips. "Oh darling. You were mine, you are mine, and you will be mine. Whether you like it or not." "Do you love me?" "I don't love you, but what's mine is mine. End of story." ........................... When two friends are everything. Everything, just not true lover's. The story is a roller coaster of emotions that drifts through school life to a settled job and finally marriage. But of course, things won't be this easy.
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