Illusions
CHAPTER 4 (Part 2)

Jungkook bites Yeri's lower lip as she pulls herself away, pulling Yeri forward. Yeri waits to see what Jungkook is doing but she is surprised to feel Jungkook pull her into his arms not because he wants to hug her, but because Jungkook wants to hide his face from her.

Yeri was panting and her heartbeat was beating irregularly inside her and they were pumping more blood into her body when she felt some sort of moisture seeping through her shoulder cloth into her skin.

Jungkook crying.

Yeri panicked she immediately and tried to pull Jungkook away so that he could see her face, but Jungkook clutched her clothes hard, preventing her from doing anything. Sighing, Yeri leaned her head against the door with a thud, and Jungkook's face buried in her neck followed. "Hey," he called her softly. "What the hell is going on? Is something wrong?"

Jungkook sobbed gently at her, not answering, and he felt a hard grip from Jungkook's fist on the side of his body trembling slightly. He called her again. Jungkook did not answer.

Yeri pulled him again, and fortunately, Jungkook let him. Yeri does not see her face because she knows Jungkook does not want her to see his vulnerable state. He just quietly held the man's hand and dragged him to the bed. He made the man sit down and then sit in front of him, lowering his head as if trying to peek at his expression. Jungkook looked to the left and prevented it. Yeri sighed again.

"Please tell me what's wrong," Yeri muttered, raising her hand to Jungkook's face, pulling him slightly forward so Jungkook could see him, and began to wipe the man's tears with the pads of his thumb. Jungkook hiccups in a funny way. Yeri bit her lips to not smile at how adorable Jungkook looks now and said. "Don't cry, baby. No cry. "

Yeri took him to her chest and hugged him tightly. Jungkook's hand immediately went to the side of Yeri's body, and he swung Yeri's sweater between his fingers violently. Yeri let him, while combing her hair with her fingers.

"Why are you crying?" Yeri muttered softly, her voice no higher than a distant whisper. Fortunately, Jungkook answered.

"I can't do this anymore, Yeri," her voice was small and muffled; her warm breath was flowing down on Yeri's chest. Yeri shuddered. Jungkook continued. "My heart hurts so much."

"Tell me what's wrong." Yeri gently brushed Jungkook's hair back, over and over, hugging him like Jungkook was his son, and Jungkook leaned on him as if he was where he should be.

"I don't know" he whispered. "I just feel so fucked up. Your life is worse than mine, but I feel like it's all my fault. I shouldn't encourage you to have a relationship with me when you're not ready. Maybe we won't be so separated like we are now. "

"But we're not apart, Jungkook. You have me and I'm sure I have you too." Yeri muttered, more surprised by Jungkook's words. He wanted to tell Jungkook more than these little words, but he did not want to overwhelm him. Jungkook is a little too sensitive and emotional when he gets drunk, which would explain why he kissed her.

Jungkook's hand grips tightened slightly on his sweater, and he felt the boy's fingers on his skin. "I just don't want you to go through what you're going through. You don't deserve it. I don't know why you don't want to get out of it. "

"Actually .." muttered Yeri, blinking.

Jungkook lifted his head from Yeri's chest to glance at her, a wink in Jungkook's eyes that resembled the same way how he blinked. Jungkook's eyes were red, his nose, cheeks, and neck were red. She glowed a dark red and Yeri had never seen her looking as attractive as she was now. It carried pain in his chest, that he was so handsome when he cried. Nothing of misery was created that could look so beautiful.

"I don't live with my parents anymore." Yeri. "This, right here, is my room. I stayed with Suho for now until I gained enlightenment and a way out. "

"Yes." Yeah."

Jungkook then sat down from his arms and corrected his legs on the bed. He did not look at her while wiping his lips. "I'm sorry I kissed you. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry for crying. Alcohol makes me sensitive. "

"Don't worry about that," Yeri furrowed her brows. Did Jungkook just say what he thought he would say? "I already know that, and why? Why do you regret kissing me? "

Jungkook stood up so suddenly Yeri was a little surprised. Jungkook dodged his gaze and glanced at everything in his room aside from his presence.

"It was an impulsive reaction," Jungkook flicked his fingers at each other hesitantly, "I shouldn't have done what I did just now. I must have given you the wrong signal. "

"What signal?" Yeri began to feel a hazy wave of anger seeping through her clothes and down into her heart. He stood up as well, and he looked at Jungkook with wide eyes. "The signal where you still love me?"

Jungkook's wide eyes became even wider, and the movement of his fingers he played increased.

Yeri sat back down, took a deep breath, calmed down and gathered her thoughts. "Sit with me. We have some unfinished business to talk about. "

"I don't want to talk about it." Jungkook muttered, turning his face once more. The fact that Jungkook is so afraid to keep their eye contact tells him what Jungkook is really doing; he runs away and avoids everything that exists between the two.

"Well, bad news, because I want to talk about it." Yeri patted the spot next to her with more force than ever, her anger visible on her face. "Sit. Do you really want us to get around our feelings because we're too stubborn to deal with them? I'm brave enough to admit that I miss you, to admit that I don't want a life where you're not in it, and it's time you made a decision, too. That's the least you can do after this kiss. "

Jungkook felt doubtful but he remained seated, Yeri's words really made him better than his direct orders. As soon as Jungkook sat down, Yeri crawled closer to him until their knees touched, and grabbed his hand. Jungkook gasps at Yeri's touch but he doesn't pull away.

"Tell me, do you hate me?"

"No." Jungkook immediately replied, making Yeri feel warm. He then asked the next question.

"Do you like me?"

"No. Not me-"