The Dark Curse

Aria

I awoke with a start, the unfamiliar surroundings jolting me into alertness. This wasn't my room, the bed beneath me was foreign, and the blanket draped over me was not my own. Confusion clouded my thoughts.

Where was I? What had transpired to lead me here? The questions swirled in my mind, each one echoing with a sense of urgency to unravel this mystery.

I remained motionless, a statue amidst the chaos of unfamiliarity, until fragments of the previous night began to trickle back into my consciousness. As the recollection dawned, my hand flew to my mouth in shock.

The memories of last night's escapades played before my eyes, leaving me to wonder in disbelief, "What on earth happened here last night?"

Why am I still wearing his shirt, omg did that really happen, did we really had sex

No way in hell, what happened with me, where's he, he's not here not at home with me, but in the other hand I was really happy

I have been longing for him for a while, I wanted him so bad and I still want him, I tried to sit on the bed, but I was so sore I couldn't sit and I couldn't walk

Gathering my strength, I woke up and noticed a small note resting on the side table next to his bed. Curiosity piqued, I picked it up and held it close, reading the words he left for me.

"Good morning, sweetheart. You must be really tired from last night, and I think you're a little sore too. Feel free to stay and sleep in my bed as long as you like. I'll be at work all day and into the night today."

As I read his note, a wave of happiness washed over me. It was like a secret declaration of love, even though he hasn't said it out loud.

I held the note close to my heart, feeling his affection envelop me. And wearing his white shirt, it was as if I carried a piece of him with me, a constant reminder of his love. It's those little moments that make my heart flutter with joy.

Caught in the tender trap of his scent, my love for him deepens daily. Yet, enveloped in his shirt, a shadow creeps in—the memory of my betrayal, a secret shared with her fiancé. It's a complex tangle of love and remorse, shaping the very essence of my being.

The weight of betrayal presses coldly against my chest, a dull ache that won't subside. Why did my heart choose him, of all people? The forbidden love with my sister's fiancé is a thorn in my soul, a question that haunts me with every beat of my heart.

Later that night, the silence of his house enveloped me. The urge to flee battled with the dread of solitude at my own place.

With my sister absent, my brother in the USA, and my friend preoccupied, I was adrift in a sea of loneliness, the walls around me holding too many echoes of laughter now hushed.

Halfway through the movie, a spoonful of ice cream paused mid-air as the door creaked open. I turned, heart skipping a beat, to see Jungkook stepping through the threshold, an unexpected silhouette against the flickering screen.

As our eyes met, his smile unfolded like the first rays of dawn, warm and bright, transforming the room from a simple space to a canvas of possibilities.

The ice cream, momentarily forgotten, began to melt, much like the tension that had previously filled the air.

I starts licking the ice cream just to tease him more, when he saw me like that, his gaze turned into something that I had to look away