Illusions
CHAPTER 1 (Part 3)

"I'm not fair to you, am I? I hurt you in more ways than one. I took advantage of your heart and then claimed you as mine. How dare I, make a claim on someone else, let it be with you, you have a passionate and free love? "

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A few days later, Suho asked everyone to come to their weekly meeting. Yeri is not entirely excited, because of what happened between her and Jungkook. The boy hasn't spoken to him lately, and he'll feel damned if he goes somewhere and Jungkook will ignore his presence completely. But he also did not want to stay home. Suho told everyone to dress neatly and that everyone who was full of sweat would be expelled. Sehun had been through this once when he showed up in sweat and a dirty black shirt, which left him slapped and discarded, so he knew not to take the threat lightly.

Dressing up for Suho meant, there would be people he invited to his house more than usual, which meant that not only he and his close friends were invited. Suho rarely does this, as he prefers privacy and he likes to meet his close friends. But sometimes (like this) he is on top - like he really is - and asks a lot of people to come. Being Suho means being loaded with not only wealth; but friends as well. He realized that that was the reason he had come to befriend her from the very beginning, to gather an army of friends.

Still, knowing this beforehand did not ease the sigh that came out of his mouth after seeing his penthouse filled with people; the music was so loud that it could probably be heard up to ten houses away. Yeri didn't think anyone would open the door when she rang the bell because the volume of the music was completely translucent to the outside; but Suho was definitely standing in front of her and he immediately opened the door, beaming with a wide smile at him, like a person who looked already a little drunk.

Yeri looks past Suho's body into the house, noticing how full the house is with all kinds of people in it. It has a visualization where Suho's house looks like a balloon being pumped constantly to get air until it explodes violently; suho's mansion strangely resembles it, ' he said, and considering Suho's house was twice the size of his house, the number of people in it must have been many. A great deal.

"I thought it was just an ordinary meeting, Suho?" Yeri breathed in shock as well as a still trembling voice; her eyes were wider than two tennis balls.

"Yeri, hey!" Suho greeted her cheerfully, as if just listing her presence or just understanding her before welcoming her, "Many things happened, I guess. Friends call their friends, coworkers call their colleagues, and here we are. "

"It's no longer a meeting, stupid," Yeri half growled with hidden anger, "It's a scary party."

Suho seemed to be unaware of the anger he emitted like a burning fire, or perhaps Suho just ignored him because he thought it was trivial and insignificant, "And?"

"You know my attitude against the party." Yeri gave a blank look.

"I know your attitude towards not having that fun," Suho snorted or sneered. Strangely it sounds like both, "You're not into them."

"So, why am I here?" Yeri complained while crossing her arms around her chest with a completely displeased-looking movement. Either Suho was really an idiot not to look at the overflowing annoyance at him or he ignored him. Yeri knew him, she must have ignored him. Suho looked down at the red cup in his hand, half full, and then pushed it into Yeri's hand. Yeri swiftly reached out to grab it with pure instinct as the cup seemed to be staggered to the side.

"Because I have a disapproving attitude towards people who have an attitude against the party" he exclaimed, "and I'll pull that shit out of your mouth!" yelled Suho to Yeri

"You're drunk!" Yeri yelled back at her screams, but the music boomed in every corner of the house so her own screams sounded like a squeak, her voice muffled.

"I'm not drunk, the world just revolves around." Thankfully, Suho heard it, and he laughed like a drunk. She leaned to the same side as her previous cup, staggered towards her large body and Yeri quickly grabbed her hand to hook on her own arm, stabilizing it. Suho giggled again, his cheeks flushed deep in ivory-white skin. He sighed so hard that his entire chest deflated.

"You fool," Yeri said for the first time, or stated. "Come, you have to sit down.

Yeri dragged him into her mansion that felt like huge hallways and bushes, or shoved, past drunk people. He walks like a person who knows which way they should go, Yeri assumes that he will spend his days at Suho's house.

Thankfully, Suho tried to pull his own weight, knowing that Yeri was smaller when compared to him. But she also realizes that Yeri used to drag drunk people to the right place - because Yeri's father was a drunken one - and knows she can depend on Yeri. She did not even feel sorry because she heard the people Yeri had taken off the road violently yelling at her. Instead, he giggled amusedly. Alcohol must be shifting your priorities.

When she reached the large red velvet sofa in the middle of Suho's large living room, where people turned it into a dance floor; Yeri heaved a sigh of relief at the feeling that there was already no burden on her shoulders. He assesses Suho's condition first, checking if he's sitting in the right place and not tilting, before ruffling his hair (making himself a small laugh) before going to the kitchen to drink water.

It was difficult to walk through the crowd of brainless monkeys who were too vain to realize their own pace, but he made it a successful clue to the direction that led him to the kitchen. However, his quick feet came to a halt when he landed his eyes on the couple making out at the table next to the refrigerator. He wasn't really aware about why he stopped in front of them, when everyone was doing things that weren't too different next to them, he said, but there was a spark of confession burning within him. He tilted his head as if trying to figure out who the man was; his wide shoulders were too familiar.

His eyes widened as the man opened his eyes and glanced at him; his own eyes flickered with his own confession. The man separated his lips from the girl, frowning at Yeri as if he dared to interrupt their kissing session or something. The girl with him just laughed amusedly and buried her head into the man's neck.

Yeri could not turn away.

"What are you doing?" The man asked her harshly, and she gasped at the tone and look the man gave her, making her out of his mind.

Yeri gulped but did not answer the man. What's he gonna say? I want water from the fridge right next to your body, but seeing you nimbly kiss a girl makes my body stop completely? It sounded like a weak statement from him, or worse, a confession. He gulped again; not having the extreme ability to pull his eyes from the man. The man's eyes were burning hot, whether it was because of the black color within them, or the volcano that was emitting emotions was intertwined. Her black hair was combed back smoothly, and Yeri noted that because the girl's fingers had run to comb the man's hair. Her legs, where the girl's legs are attached, look childish in the skinny jeans she wears.

Yeri could not let go of her eyes.

The man was more and more amused; yeri could see it from the man's eyes how stiff she herself stood, watching him. The man's blood-colored lips curved slightly to show his enjoyment, and Yeri hoped that he could pull out some of his lush hair to cover his own face.

"Most, dear." Yeri muttered, almost soothing, reassuring; she swallowed her saliva again.

Yeri did not look away. There was something in him that realized, about who Jeon Jungkook as a whole was that stopped him from pulling his eyes away from him. He was very handsome, Yeri's thoughts gave way to such thoughts; he was extremely handsome, an alluring type of good looks, demonic and mocking. Yeri found her hard heart feeling erratic around the wall of her ribs, pouncing hard like a basketball inside her, or a bullet bouncing off her chest. Yeri could not turn away.

"See. Far." The man gritted his teeth, now sounding annoyed and irritated and angry and sad, even painful. It was this tone of voice that reminded Yeri of what she did to her three months ago; how much she broke her heart. He was the guilty one here, not the man, and now he even dares to look at him like he is sick?

Yeri looked away.

"Excuse me," his grunts, his cheeks filled with a reddish shadow. "I want to get some water for Suho."

Yeri then walked towards the fridge with unstable steps; she could feel the weight of her legs dropping, she said, when he pulls out himself from the girls who are busy dancing and standing right in front of the fridge, which, causes him to stop very close to the guy, is, his nose caught the soft smell of the cologne he had always liked. His body froze like a block of ice, and when he replied to the man with his words, he could not look up to give his anger into the man's eyes.

"Can you step aside so I can get some water for her? He's very drunk. "

The man did not move to the side, and he wondered if this man was playing the same game they had played through their eyes a few seconds ago. Yeri stood still, her eyes staring at the arms crossed on the man's chest, covered by his leather jacket, and paled. Why was he staring at this man like a star a few seconds ago and now he could not even lift his eyes to judge the man with a sharp look?

However, he gathered up the courage that usually swelled within him whenever the man was beside him and raised his head to look at him with an annoyed look. Yeri was surprised, finding the man grinning at her, her eyes were like stormy and half open.

"You're not fair, you know that?" The man whispered, sounding the opposite of the look on his face.

Yes, Yeri already knows that. It's not fair at all.

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The party lasted until three in the morning. Yeri was astonished with herself, really, to stay sober for this duration when everyone was already acting like a baboon. You need a dose of madness to be able to withstand such madness from the invited ones.

He sits on the same couch as where he dropped Suho, watching him and whoever is left of the guests playing beer pong that looks like a real idiot; his eyes narrowed from the bright lights and his cheeks flushed with alcohol. He knew he was judging, but he did it because he was upset. He could not forget the whole scene with Jungkook from his mind, and now he was forced to think about it between loud music and louder guests.

Goody.

It's safe to say that she's upset about Jungkook too. The girl he kissed was always with him wherever he went, and Jungkook did not push the girl away, instead letting her cling to him and looking at her charming face, with great pleasure to the girl. Yeri had seen the girl before at Suho's old parties, and she had talked to him once or twice when conscious. He was a very nice person and really had feelings for the man. Jungkook seems to be exploiting the girl; using a word of like on her for him and his body as well.

Yeri could not help but track Jungkook's movements around the house with a frown, hoping that he would stumble and fall for being a jerk, a jerk, and feeling like there was an emptiness growing on his chest he could not swallow or crush it which increasingly made him stare at Jungkook.

Jungkook sat on the sofa opposite hers with the girl beside him, looking already halfway to dreamland. The fact that Suho's living room was so large magnified the space between the sofas, so Yeri had to narrow her eyes to better watch Jungkook. Jungkook whispered something in the girl's ear, making her laugh and tucking a bundle of hair behind her ear. Yeri who saw that closed her hands into a tight fist.

The commotion to his right drew his attention from the older man and made him turn his head to check. There was Sehun, with a bowl over his head and a pink orange-colored drink covering his hair, his shoulders, and his entire upper body; it looked like he was hoping to cover himself with a bowl full of juice water. Yeri snorted, loudly, at the scene, seeing Sehun laughing and then falling on the ground right in the fluid-filled circle she had made. Idiots.

Yeri turned around to look back at Jungkook, continuing her stalker-like behavior from the start, to see him lying on his back on the sofa, eyes closed, his chest heaving up and down as if asleep, and the girl was out of sight. His heart reacted immediately, and his eyes widened in response. Where is the girl?

He leaned forward, tried to stand up and went to find where the girl had gone; when a hand, with a key, slammed into her face, pushing her back to fall onto the sofa with a surprised cry, his hand automatically climbed upwards to catch the dropped key and his sore nose. He glared at the drunk Suho, who was grinning kindly at him, not caring about the fact that Suho had actually hit him in the face.

"Why me?" Yeri whined, instantly knowing who she was talking about; her pulse was getting colder inside her body, the idea of taking Jungkook anywhere felt intimate.

Suho raised both of his eyebrows with scorn, giving him a foolish appearance. "Because you've been staring at her for a while."

Yeri tilted her head towards Suho so quickly that she probably caused the sound of a dislocated joint on her neck; her eyes were at least ten times larger than before, and her heart was disheveled, disorganized.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me," Suho spoke and looked satisfied, "And when he thought no one was looking, he was also looking at you. Honestly, if you guys don't hate each other, I already thought you guys were secretly in love. "

Yeri glares. There was nothing else he could do to hide the real effects of Suho's words being turned on in his body or his heart. Suho had no idea how close his words were to the truth he had reached.

"Listen; I will not raise children in my sacred private home, "Suho waves to his fine brown hair, matching the color of his eyes. "So you have to take him home. Or do you want to be assigned to Kyungsoo? "

She sees where Kyungsoo is on the other side of the kitchen, watching Sehun play with a puddle of pink-orange juice encircling his body with glaring eyes like he was secretly thinking about how Sehun could end it. Yeri shuddered. Suho, who saw the grin on his face felt like a winner and smirked at him.

"True, he was the worst when drunk. Jungkook is much lighter, and I know he won't do anything to you. "

"How much do you have to pay me?" Yeri bid, her eyes narrowed to the older man. Suho just blinked.

"Why are you acting the way you don't want to?"

"How much do you have to pay me?" Yeri repeated, hoping that the reddish hue spreading across her cheeks was transparent enough that Suho would not notice it. Suho has always fallen for his independent girl syndrome, so Suho may not know how effective his words are.

Suho sighed, "What do you want?"

"Last edition Nike Air shoes."

"A blank egg is expensive, Yeri!" Suho exclaimed as if money was a problem for him. Yeri grinned, twirled the keys on her fingers perfectly and felt the flickering enthusiasm of victory within her.

"Again or disagree?"

"Well," Suho sighed so loudly that one would think he was going through an existential crisis. "Please take care of him, and don't drop him on the ground even if you want to. Damn it hurts, especially the next morning with a big hangover. "

"Not making promises." Yeri likes this too much. The sneer on Suho's face and the idea that he had enough power to cause harm to Jeon Jungkook was too attractive, whether he thought of using such power or not.

Yeri walked away from Suho and towards Jungkook, who was now curled up like a funny ball and buried his face between his own. Yeri tried to pretend that the nerves in her fingers were vibrating not because of her racing heartbeat in her throat, and that her slow, hesitant steps were simply due to the work she was facing, and not because he was swallowed by the actual tension due to the chance of holding Jungkook in his arm. As soon as he was in front of her, he put his hand together with Jungkook's, before nudging the man's left shoulder.

"Hey, you awake?"

Jungkook did not even move, only snorting as if he had a funny dream or mocking him. Yeri nudged her again, and Jungkook wiggled her body so that she fell on her back, revealing her sweaty face and cute sneers; her eyes narrowed at Yeri as if her eyes were being exposed to the light from a flashlight.

"Who are you?"

"You don't recognize my face?" Yeri frowned softly, her face turning into a gentle expression without Yeri's knowledge. "Darling, I thought I'd be on the dartboard so mentally you'd never be able to forget me."

Jungkook squinted his eyes more, his voice was hoarse and low-pitched, clearly still half asleep. The hair on Yeri's body stood up. "Nobody acts this smart except Yeri."

"And we have a winner," cried Yeri, "can you see something right?"

"Why." Jungkook clearly has no punctuation and grammar when drunk.

"Because I'm on duty to bring you home and I don't want to carry a dead load, you understand, right?" Yeri raised her eyebrows, assuring herself that whatever was happening between them now was completely normal, or the fact that her body was shivering was her usual reaction, or that he ended up talking to Jeon Jungkook after how many days of neglecting each other's existence. Everything looks childish.

"Did you call me fat?"

Yeri forgot how sensitive Jungkook was when he was not clear-minded. Yeri smiled amusedly and tried to hide it. He bends over and pulls Jungkook up with his arm when he sees that Jungkook is in no mood to pull himself up or even move, but he was surprised to feel Jungkook pulling some of his own weight when standing up.

"Where, Madam?" Jungkook muttered sarcastically, his voice very close to his ears and his breath flowing down his neck, shoulder blades, and returning like a warm waterfall on a cold winter night. Yeri trembled and hoped Jungkook hadn't felt it yet; not when he hugged her, when her arms were over her shoulders when she was so close.

"Where else is your car?" Yeri grumbled back. He felt Jungkook tilting his head to stare at him from the side. Yeri did not need to look at him to know that he was curious.

"When did you get the SIM? I swear, if you cause an accident, I might get burned. "

"More than usual?" Yeri scoffed, pulling her out of the living room in easy steps as Jungkook walked responsively beside her, according to her speed. "Huh, you might hit a new record with overdramatic."

Jungkook just stared at her silently.

Yeri reaches Jungkook's car a little easier; the little convertible Jungkook's parents gave him as a gift in his final year of high school. Yeri had memorized the places where Jungkook put his key in, so he let Jungkook bend down and hang on to his own knee, pulling the sparkly key from one of the pockets in Jungkook's shirt, he said, and then opened the passenger door for her. Yeri pushed her inside while ignoring the gaze Jungkook gave her, surprised that Yeri still remembered, before taking the driver's seat with a sigh of relief. Well, the harder part is over.

"Wear your seat belt." Yeri turned on the machine and then tilted her head to the side, staring at Jungkook. Jungkook blinked removing the fog from his gaze - and memories - from his mind, and stared at Yeri constantly, while panting.

"You're not my boss."

"Kookie, actually, put on your seat belt," Yeri glared, sounding serious enough to remove Jungkook's gaze from his face. "If we hit this car, at least we'll hit it safely."

Jungkook did what Yeri said reluctantly. Maybe because he called her Kookie.

Their car journey felt long and quiet. Suho House was forty minutes from Jungkook dormitory. Yeri knew where her dorm was so she drove from her memory, with Jungkook's occasional falling eyes staring at her side before turning away when he saw her. However, Yeri knows about her silent gaze, about her silent question since Yeri met her a month ago, the question she rejected, or the topic she always changes every time Jungkook opens it, or the look of longing that he always avoided. Yeri was truly a terrible person, for treating her like that, but that was the only way for them to be happy.

When they arrive at the dormitory, Jungkook turns to stare at Yeri for real, never faltering, and when Yeri looks towards him, sees a flash of seriousness in his eyes; Yeri wonders if Jungkook ever got drunk.

"What?" Yeri muttered softly, a small drizzle of rain that was slowly pelting the car with a rough feeling like music lit up in this small and restricted place. Jungkook's eyes softened as he looked at Yeri as if he was looking at something precious. Yeri does not deny this one's appearance or convince herself that it is a lie; Yeri swallows it and tells herself that Jungkook will always look at her like that, whether they keep the curtains they wear or not.

"How did you get home?" Jungkook's question was investigating but in a gentle way, caressed the truth from him. Yeri was silent for a moment before answering.

"I think, well, I think I'll get your car."

Jungkook looked at her without another word or even rejection, which he did not expect, honestly. Yeri knows what kind of person Jungkook is, and Jungkook does not underestimate the needs of people, whether the car means something to him or not.

Jungkook's gaze felt like melted iron in his skin and he gulped. "I'll give it back this morning."

Jungkook simply nodded and got out of the car, watching Yeri outside the porch of his dorm house and letting a gentle rain fall on his face, drawing a trail of tears on his cheeks. Yeri left with a troubled heart.

The next morning Jungkook called him first.