5

I can't believe I finally made it to my day off, just like I can't believe I've spent three hours of it arguing with Tammy on the phone. I try to stand my ground, be serious for once on my decision while she tries to get me to do what she wants.

I know I was invited, I know they all were nice to me. And I understand Melanie will need help for sure to get all of the things she'll need for her birthday, but I can't believe I'm the only one free to go shopping and get something for the next weekend.

—You're the only one that's free today. I was going to be the one going with her, but I had some issues in the bank and it'll take longer than expected —the noise and murmurs on the back prove she's being honest—. And it'll be great for you to leave the house., take some fresh air, socialize... You know?

I sigh when I realize she might be right. Also, it'll be a good chance to get to know Melanie better before I decide to spend a whole weekend in a house she rented for her birthday.

—When should I meet her?

I'm not seeing her, but I'm fully convinced Tammy has an annoying smile drawn across her face, and that she always shows off when she wins an argument against me -or just when she gets away with what she wants.

Tammy takes her time to tell me where and when they were supposed to meet. And thank god I didn't keep insisting on not going, because I'm sure I'm already late. And that's one of the consequences of me not paying too much attention to what I'm wearing: a pair of black joggers and a white t-shirt. At the end of the day, I'm just going grocery shopping. This is what normal people wear.

And even if it wasn't, fuck it. I don't want to think too much about it, and I don't have the energy either.

Although I had the feeling I left the house late, and I also got the wrong bus, I arrive on time. Or so I think when I get to the supermarket and I don't see Melanie waiting for me outside as she was supposed to.

—Look who we have here! —I hear a male voice on my back.

For one fast second, I think it could be one of the customers being able to recognize me after getting drunk as fuck last night (it's surprising the amount of them that's able to recognize me if they ever see me on the street). But that voice... that voice is too familiar.

—Do you know how disrespectful it is to make people wait for you?

Oh c'mon.

I'm unable to hide my pissed off face when I first see him, my eyes instantly travel to the back of my head when we are face to face.

—And do you know even little kids are able to wait where they're supposed to be waiting? —I cross my arms over my chest before I continue— Melanie was supposed to be waiting for me here.

—She asked me to come in her place —he shrugs—. She wasn't feeling well.

I thought I was the only one free today... I'm going to kill Tammy.

—Shall we start? I have more things to do.

He turns around and starts walking again. I follow him, like he expected me to do when he started his way inside, and like I should be doing unless we want to start a show in front of everyone. I don't want to argue, I just want to do this fast enough so I don't have to see his face longer than needed. I walk past the second entrance, heading to the carts that are lining up. Seconds later, the whole line shakes when someone else imitates my action and pulls out another cart.

—Let's finish this fast —Jungkook says on my left.

—Please.

And just like that, with each one of us pushing our respective carts, we head inside.

We don't talk much while we are at it, only the necessary every single time we just mention what Melanie wrote down on her list. And I'm thankful for that. I know for sure we would be arguing after exchanging words for three seconds. But it doesn't seem like Jungkook likes this silence.

Oh, not at all.

I know he's dying to say something, but seems like he's refraining himself so we can keep the peace at it -at least while we are here. But again, I'm wrong, and he contradicts me when he opens his mouth.

—So you won't talk at all?

—No —I simply answer—. I have nothing to talk about with you. And, if I had known you were the one coming, I wouldn't have come.

—Oh my god. I can't believe you honored me with your presence —he throws the comment with annoying irony tinting each one of his words.

I roll my eyes at his words. I don't know why he'd want me to talk with him, when the only two times we tried to have a conversation, both ended in arguments. It happened the first time we saw each other, it also happened the other day in the bar -even if we both tried to watch our tone, because his friends were there. And if we keep going down this way right now, today will be no exception.

—Do you get hard by arguing with me or what? —I ask annoyed, totally ignoring which paper plates are better to face him.

He's giving me that look and that smirk that proves he got exactly what he was looking for: drag me into his childish games. I don't know what he's about to say, but I have no interest in knowing it either. So I bend over again, getting five packs of plates -just like Melanie asked on her list.

For one second, and due to the silence that's surrounding me right now -with those words Jungkook was about to say hanging in the air-, I assume he might have left and might be on a different aisle. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of being crunched down and feeling my thighs burn after a few seconds, I finally relax for the first time today.

But all that peace leaves me as soon as I get up and turn around.

He's still here.

He's still here, and I'd dare to say it seems like he's closer than before. His right hand is resting on the cart I was pushing just some seconds ago.

His long sleeved black sweater covers his tattoos, only allowing me to see the ones on his hand. And looking at those, I remember exactly the first time I saw him some nights ago, lying carelessly with that same arm on the counter, standing out among every other guy that was in that pub. Nine years ago, I probably would've made a standing ovation to myself for being able to be this close with the bad guy of my dreams: the long hair, the tattoos, the piercings, the motorbike, and that "misunderstood guy" attitude that drove anyone in their teens insane when I was younger. But now? Now I'm asking myself what I was thinking that night when I played eye contact with him, and even let him give me a ride back. Good lord, what the hell was I thinking when I followed him inside the studio at all?

Still, feeling him so close makes me feel dizzy all of a sudden. That playful smirk is long gone, and there's no fun left in his eyes. He's looking serious. The type of seriousness that could mean nothing, but mean everything at the same time.

One step closer, and I'm caged between his body, the shelves on my back and the cart on my left. The only way out vanishes as soon as he places his left hand on the side of my head. Now I'm totally cornered.

I should be thinking about what went down the first time we met, or maybe I should think about the little detail that he has a girlfriend. But I get lost in his black eyes and the lip ring that moves slowly when he slips his tongue over it. That fucking piercing he's playing with while he looks at me, without saying a word, and that I'd love to play with myself right now.

—At least I'm not the one trembling just because I'm close to you —his warm breath hits my lips when he whispers.

My eyes open wide when I'm aware of what's happening, my head emerging to that drunken state I was in for a brief moment. He made me sink in it, and Jungkook himself took me out of it effortlessly.

He really did all this shit just to snap back at something I said minutes ago?

I'm back to myself. My eyes squint while my brain works hard, thinking about all the possibilities available for a payback. He still hasn't moved an inch, but his eyes are back to giving me that mocking look I'm more used to, and that smirk is back on his face. But I'm determined to change that pretty soon the moment I'm aware his hand is still resting on the cart.

His attitude shows he's even fuller of himself when I move my hand up to the cart, really close to his. Once my fingers are about to slide over his, I push the cart and make Jungkook lose his balance. He doesn't fall, yet he is really close to.

That's what happens when you're more confident than you should.

I walk next to him, just so I'm able to get to my cart and push it back again.

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