Could It Be Love?
Brought to Light
Aera
Stumbling into my room, I fall onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling that is cast with moonlight. That guy had been nice, unlike most of the customers. But instead of making me do anything, he sat and talked. He was fine with talking, and listening to my heart’s confessions. He seemed to realize that I was in love with someone and wasn't really there. “Aera?” Jungkook mutters from the futon on the floor. “Hm?” “Did you just get in?” “Yeah.” “I remember.” “Hm?” I ask, my mind trying to process what he was saying. The alcohol I’d taken was slowly leaving my system, but I could still feel the buzz. I watch as Jungkook comes into my line of view, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “I remember this.” He reaches forward and caresses my shoulder, where his nails had pierced my skin the first time. “I remember this.” His fingers press lightly on the back of my neck, where he’d learned I was sensitive. I shudder and stare up at him. “Where are your parents?” He presses down again. “M-mom went to work early. Dad is overseas.” “Sister?” “Staying at her friend’s house to study.” “Why did you keep it from me?” I struggle to think of something. “I didn’t m-mean to.” I gasp. “What does that mean?” He asks. My phone buzzes and Jungkook’s attention turns to it, picking it up and checking the message. “Boss? What are these addresses?” Realization comes to his face, and he drops my phone, grabbing my shoulders. “Please tell me you didn’t. You didn’t take that job, did you?” “What job?” I try to look away but he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “The escort job that that woman on the street asked you to try out. Tell me you didn’t.” I look away, making him let go. “Tell me you didn’t!” He snaps. “I did!” I snap back, if this was how he wanted it, it was going to happen. “I did! I get paid well, and it’s not so bad as long as they’re not rude!” Jungkook’s face is shocked, pale even. “Why?” He whispers, letting his upper body fall forward to crush my chest. Taking a breath, I feel defeat. “Because you don’t love me.” “Of course I love you.” He stares at me in confusion. “No. You don’t love me. You never will.” I can feel the tears starting to run down to my hairline. “Every time you get drunk, even when you had Nami, I came to pick you up. Did you think it was just because I was your best friend?” Jungkook sits up. “Every time you got drunk, since last year. You’d come to me. You’d hold me, but forget everything in the morning. Me? Even though it hurt that you would never remember, it was fine. As long as I had a part of you. As long as you needed me on a subconscious level.” Tears had appeared in his eyes. “That day you broke up with your girlfriend? Or the day that I helped you? You treated me so nicely, that I thought I was dreaming. You bought me a dress, you bought me bubble tea. You took pictures for your portfolio, and you smiled even though you were hurting. That night when I got home, I cried my eyes out until the only thing that I could do to keep anyone from noticing that I cried, was to skip class.” Jungkook’s cheeks are stained with tears. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because you don’t love me like that.” I turn over and curl up. “How do you know that? Because I’ve never said it? Because I don’t show it?” Jungkook snarls and he grabs my wrist, pulling me to sit up and look at him. “I always thought that you didn’t love me like that!” He snaps. “You always didn’t seem to care when you saw me with Nami. You were busy and didn’t seem to care when I came into your room. I thought you didn’t love me! And you, you were the escort, weren’t you?” “What do you mean by that?” I snap, how did he realize? “That dress you were wearing. I thought it looked similar to one of the dresses I saw in your closet. The mask fell out of your bag too. And the escort seemed to know too well how to make me feel good.” His hand slides down my side and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and the waist of my shorts down to expose the minuscule tattoo on my hip. “And I remember seeing this on her when her dress went up, as she rode me. I saw this in the bathtub too." His thumb presses on it lightly. "Wait, Hoseok hired you, so you would’ve slept with him or Jimin if they were paying you?” His voice suddenly gets angry as he pieces it together. I can feel anger starting to bubble up in me. “Yeah! I would’ve if they’d have paid me! It was the same for the rest of them! The crusty old men, the boys that had barely hit puberty. If I was paid, I did what they wanted!” “Jang Aera!” Jungkook yells and I freeze, staring at him in shock. “Why do you care so little about yourself?” He grips my shoulders tight enough for me to wince. “I do. I just don’t do it in the best ways.”
Stumbling into my room, I fall onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling that is cast with moonlight. That guy had been nice, unlike most of the customers. But instead of making me do anything, he sat and talked. He was fine with talking, and listening to my heart’s confessions. He seemed to realize that I was in love with someone and wasn't really there. “Aera?” Jungkook mutters from the futon on the floor. “Hm?” “Did you just get in?” “Yeah.” “I remember.” “Hm?” I ask, my mind trying to process what he was saying. The alcohol I’d taken was slowly leaving my system, but I could still feel the buzz. I watch as Jungkook comes into my line of view, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “I remember this.” He reaches forward and caresses my shoulder, where his nails had pierced my skin the first time. “I remember this.” His fingers press lightly on the back of my neck, where he’d learned I was sensitive. I shudder and stare up at him. “Where are your parents?” He presses down again. “M-mom went to work early. Dad is overseas.” “Sister?” “Staying at her friend’s house to study.” “Why did you keep it from me?” I struggle to think of something. “I didn’t m-mean to.” I gasp. “What does that mean?” He asks. My phone buzzes and Jungkook’s attention turns to it, picking it up and checking the message. “Boss? What are these addresses?” Realization comes to his face, and he drops my phone, grabbing my shoulders. “Please tell me you didn’t. You didn’t take that job, did you?” “What job?” I try to look away but he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “The escort job that that woman on the street asked you to try out. Tell me you didn’t.” I look away, making him let go. “Tell me you didn’t!” He snaps. “I did!” I snap back, if this was how he wanted it, it was going to happen. “I did! I get paid well, and it’s not so bad as long as they’re not rude!” Jungkook’s face is shocked, pale even. “Why?” He whispers, letting his upper body fall forward to crush my chest. Taking a breath, I feel defeat. “Because you don’t love me.” “Of course I love you.” He stares at me in confusion. “No. You don’t love me. You never will.” I can feel the tears starting to run down to my hairline. “Every time you get drunk, even when you had Nami, I came to pick you up. Did you think it was just because I was your best friend?” Jungkook sits up. “Every time you got drunk, since last year. You’d come to me. You’d hold me, but forget everything in the morning. Me? Even though it hurt that you would never remember, it was fine. As long as I had a part of you. As long as you needed me on a subconscious level.” Tears had appeared in his eyes. “That day you broke up with your girlfriend? Or the day that I helped you? You treated me so nicely, that I thought I was dreaming. You bought me a dress, you bought me bubble tea. You took pictures for your portfolio, and you smiled even though you were hurting. That night when I got home, I cried my eyes out until the only thing that I could do to keep anyone from noticing that I cried, was to skip class.” Jungkook’s cheeks are stained with tears. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because you don’t love me like that.” I turn over and curl up. “How do you know that? Because I’ve never said it? Because I don’t show it?” Jungkook snarls and he grabs my wrist, pulling me to sit up and look at him. “I always thought that you didn’t love me like that!” He snaps. “You always didn’t seem to care when you saw me with Nami. You were busy and didn’t seem to care when I came into your room. I thought you didn’t love me! And you, you were the escort, weren’t you?” “What do you mean by that?” I snap, how did he realize? “That dress you were wearing. I thought it looked similar to one of the dresses I saw in your closet. The mask fell out of your bag too. And the escort seemed to know too well how to make me feel good.” His hand slides down my side and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and the waist of my shorts down to expose the minuscule tattoo on my hip. “And I remember seeing this on her when her dress went up, as she rode me. I saw this in the bathtub too." His thumb presses on it lightly. "Wait, Hoseok hired you, so you would’ve slept with him or Jimin if they were paying you?” His voice suddenly gets angry as he pieces it together. I can feel anger starting to bubble up in me. “Yeah! I would’ve if they’d have paid me! It was the same for the rest of them! The crusty old men, the boys that had barely hit puberty. If I was paid, I did what they wanted!” “Jang Aera!” Jungkook yells and I freeze, staring at him in shock. “Why do you care so little about yourself?” He grips my shoulders tight enough for me to wince. “I do. I just don’t do it in the best ways.”
Notes
Sorry it's a bit short, or maybe not? I never know. Now he knowwwsssss. Now you knooowwwww. Cool, I'm tired. Comments are welcome. ^-^
Wheres the last chapter :,(
3/21/17