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Second Choice - Jungkook

Short (605 words)
Warnings: None

(Y/n)'s POV

I knew from the moment that familiar knock on the door sounded through my apartment that it was him. I knew what happened, I knew how he felt, and I knew why he came. Feelings of dread, self pity, and heartbreak swam through my body, but I knew what had to be done. Opening the door to his red eyes, disheveled hair, and crestfallen look only confirmed my thoughts. Reluctantly, I let him in. When he came in for a hug, I stopped him.

"What's wrong (Y/n)?" He asked, still looking at my lips. I shook my head, the words not wanting to come out of my mouth. My brain knew what to do, but my heart, oh, my foolish, foolish heart, wouldn't let me. I pushed him away and sat on my couch, head in my hands.

"(Y/n), seriously, what's up? I could use some help right now." He said, worried, but also a bit agitated. I rolled my eyes, all of my emotions bubbling up inside me until I burst.

"Finally find out how it feels to be the second choice, huh?" I said bitterly. The shocked look on his face said it all.

"Excuse me?" A dry laugh escaped my chapped lips.

"Finally feel the pain of not being wanted? For such an empathetic guy, I'd think you'd have figured it out already, seeing as you're around me all the time."

"Did something happen to you? Why are you acting like this?" He asked. Rage welled up inside of me.

"Why am I acting like this? God, it's because you're so fucking heartless! You know, from the moment you came to me when you were with Rose, I accepted that I was your second choice. When you came to me after Lisa broke up with you, I thought that you might just realize how in love I am with you, and that I would be there for you until the end. Then there was Yeri, Tzuyu, Jieun, and hell, even Jimin! Every fucking time they hurt you, and every time you hurt them, you wound up right here, in my apartment. I always thought that you would eventually realize that I was always there, and that I would always love you unconditionally. I forgot the condition where you never loved me. Where I was the second choice, the afterthought, the rebound." Tears streaked down his face, but he still was shocked and angry.

"You always told me that you were okay with this! You said you didn't mind, and that you would help me out no matter what, because we're friends." He yelled back.

"Do friends constantly throw the other under the bus? Do friends show up for the other only when it's convenient for them? Do friends sleep together after one of them keeps getting fucked over, only for them to leave?! Every time you came over, you told me all these sweet lies, and God, for the longest time, I believed them. I believed that you thought that I was pretty, one of a kind, worth so much, and hell, I even believed you when you said I was the love of your life. And then I woke up the next day to empty sheets and a note. God (Y/n), I fucked up, I'm sorry. I should've never came last night, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that, I'm sorry. I still love her, I'm sorry. Well, I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I wasted all this time thinking you were this knight in shining armor that would eventually love me too. But damn, I'm sick of loving you with my entire heart, only to be your second choice."

12.27.20