'What did she say to you about me!' he loudly exclaimed.
'She said you tried to hit on her.'
'Sana doesn't know her ass from a boulder.'
'She told me. She was very upset about you today.'
Jungkook laughed in astonishment. He was dumbfounded.
'God forbid that you should ever say you're sorry for what you've done to a woman you love. Especially to the one you love, you of all women, however little guilt you felt! Because of a woman like you is something else altogether. Take my word, Nayeon. I tried to confess a little guilt by saying I find Sana attractive and said to you, "Yes, I'm guilty of that, pardon me, forgive me," and I'll never hear the end of it! You'll make a meal out of it, and I won't ever know whether I'm coming or going for humiliation, you'll invent things that never existed, you'll fling everything at me, you'll forget nothing, you'll pile it on, and even then you won't pardon. You are really scraping the bottom of the barrel, Nayeon!'
Before it was just the infernal voluptuousness of Sana's body that gave him no peace, but now Nayeon's friend has turned into a human being and a total pest. Deep down, he loved them when they are cruel like that, even though he can't stand all this jealousy-- he really can't. Through the same plan of conformity to nature in his own artificial institution of Korean pop music, and by calling in the aid of her unerring and powerful instincts to fortify the fallible and feeble contrivances of reason.
'Were all these dreadful things necessary to fortify true love?' he confided in himself. 'Were they the inevitable by-products of loving another too much, so you're compelled to wade through tumult and frustration to the quiet shore of a tranquil and blooming life together?"
'She said you tried to hit on her.'
'Sana doesn't know her ass from a boulder.'
'She told me. She was very upset about you today.'
Jungkook laughed in astonishment. He was dumbfounded.
'God forbid that you should ever say you're sorry for what you've done to a woman you love. Especially to the one you love, you of all women, however little guilt you felt! Because of a woman like you is something else altogether. Take my word, Nayeon. I tried to confess a little guilt by saying I find Sana attractive and said to you, "Yes, I'm guilty of that, pardon me, forgive me," and I'll never hear the end of it! You'll make a meal out of it, and I won't ever know whether I'm coming or going for humiliation, you'll invent things that never existed, you'll fling everything at me, you'll forget nothing, you'll pile it on, and even then you won't pardon. You are really scraping the bottom of the barrel, Nayeon!'
Before it was just the infernal voluptuousness of Sana's body that gave him no peace, but now Nayeon's friend has turned into a human being and a total pest. Deep down, he loved them when they are cruel like that, even though he can't stand all this jealousy-- he really can't. Through the same plan of conformity to nature in his own artificial institution of Korean pop music, and by calling in the aid of her unerring and powerful instincts to fortify the fallible and feeble contrivances of reason.
'Were all these dreadful things necessary to fortify true love?' he confided in himself. 'Were they the inevitable by-products of loving another too much, so you're compelled to wade through tumult and frustration to the quiet shore of a tranquil and blooming life together?"
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