"Jungkook, please.. I wanna go home. Please.. Please take me home. Or.. Or just ask someone to take me home. Ask.. Ask Sia. Please.." says me and I lift my head at him, my eyes are begging.
He rolls his eyes.

         Jungkook gets into the car, sitting beside me in the passenger seat.
His head turns left to me, his eyes are on me. 
His stare is so intimidating.
I turn my head away from him, towards the window. 
I watch people walking on the sidewalk. 
My eyes start to feel heavy, I am sleepy. 
Makes sense, I've been outside since noon. 
I put my temple against the car window, my eyes begin to close. 
Suddenly, Jungkook pulls my arm, causing my eyes to open wide. I look at him with a shocked expression. 
He places his hand on my cheek, then he makes me lay my head on his shoulder. 
I am sleepy but when I have to lay my head on his shoulder, all I can think about is him. 
He was so harsh to me earlier. I can't get it out of my mind. I feel angry, sad, disappointed and hopeless. It is hopeless because all of these emotions will just sink down inside me. I could never take it onto him. 
Tears start to form in my eyes, soon falling onto his shirt.
I keep shedding the tears until a hiccup crawls up my throat.
"Why do you cry?" asks him. 
My face pinched, how can he still ask?
"Don't you want to sleep?" asks him, then he places my head onto his lap, his long arm reaches my feet, telling me to put my feet on the seat.
His care doesn't convince me at all. So, it didn't stop me from crying. 
"I don't get why you cry. I didn't scold you, I'm just..." he pauses, eyebrows furrow, pressing his lips together. "Jealous" he continues and he rolls his eyes. 
I curl my hand into fist. "So, if you're jealous, it's fine to say harsh things to me. I'm not your punching bag for your emotional problem, Jungkook"
He leans to his lap, at me. "Emotional problem?"
"Yes, it's a problem and it's YOURS. I was just talking, in a FUCKING PUBLIC". 
"Oh? Laughing flirtatiously is just talking?"
"It's just the way I speak" says me. 
"If you wanna speak, speak! Laughing is not speaking, you dumb bitch"
I frown. "Your jealousy is so sick" says me in disappointment. 
He doesn't say anything anymore. 
I am about to get up but he pulls me to lay my head back onto his lap. 
"Behave yourself, then it's settled" 
I hate how he makes everything my fault. "Remember when I picked up your mother's call?" asks me with eyes that darken with anguish.
"Why do you bring that up?" 
"At that time, I had a little feeling for you, I was jealous. But what did you do? I'm fucking hate you, Jungkook" 
"What about now?" asks him. 
I frown. "What?"
"Your feelings to me"