NAUGHTY TEENS: MONTERO // Jirosé

Story 7: Don't Really Care If You Cry

JIMIN POV

"Come on, you need to break up with immediately," Jungkook said.

"I don't know," I said.

"Dude, Rosé has cheated on you for the past two years, and every time you forgive. Yet, she hasn't learned.

"You don't understand; I can't just let her go easily," I said to Jungkook. 

Rosé and I have been together for 2 years. But our relationship isn't how I planned it out to be. She's been cheating on me for the past 2 years with other guys, and I forgave her for every incident because I can't fall out of love. It's been hurting me deep inside. Anyway, Jungkook and I were in a bar as I took 2 shots of tequila. 

"This isn't going to help you in the future, Jimin," Jungkook said. "She's just going to keep cheating on you."

I rest my head on the table due to the stress building up inside me. Jungkook places his hand on my head to try and comfort me.

"I don't know what to do," I mumbled to him with my head still down.

"Hey man, it's okay," Jungkook said.

"I can't do it; I just can't," I said. "I hope you understand that."

"I guess, but Jimin, just keep my advice in your head," Jungkook said.

With that, Jungkook and I left the bar, and I headed back to my car. I look out my car window and see Jungkook drive out. 

"Fuck," I said as I laid my head on the headrest.

I've never been this depressed and conflicted in my life. Feeling this way makes you do things that you don't want to do. Huh, I say that as I pull out a pack of Marlboro and a lighter. I put the cigarette in my mouth and light tip and smoke away. Probably the only way I can make my mind clear without thinking about her. Anyway, I roll down my window and rest my hand out the window to let the smoke out. My eyes started in the distance as they looked off to the people walking in the streetlights—one of which I recognize. I lean forward in my seat and realize that t was Rosé, walking with another dude, wrapping her arms around his as they walked together. At this point, it's not surprising to me anymore. I hold back my tears as I look at her with someone else. 

"At least she's happy," I said, trying to hold back my tears. 

I lean my head back as waterdrops began to fall from my eyes. I was too busy thinking that I wasn't aware of someone coming up to my car.

"Excuse me, sir," someone said.

I shake my thoughts of and look out my window—a lady holding something in her hand.

"Excuse me, sir; you left your wallet in the bar," she said.

"Oh, thank you," I grabbed the wallet.

More tears began to form in my eyes that became noticeable to her.