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chapter 20 | Face to face

< you're gonna hate me if I say it ]

[ bro. If you tell me what the hell she told you, I'm gonna come to your room and steal your plushies >

< she told me that I'm cute and she's gonna buy me some chocolate milk :> ]

< don't you dare steal my plushies ]

[ how did you come to talk about that? How dare she say that and never tell me I'm cute? >

< cuz you're not ]

< and we were just talking earlier about the fact that I ran out of chocolate milk and that I can't buy any bcs I put all my money into your birthday gift but did not regret it :>♡ ]

[ why didn't you tell me about it? I thought you only paid a few dollars! >

< I feel like a beggar and hate it. I did, but when you think about it, 100 or 400 are a few dollars...you know... ]

I sigh but leave the application to open the one for my bank account, and I scan my fingerprint to enter it, make a transfer, and I send him thirty dollars to keep the twenty left on it that I will need for tonight with y/n.

Now that it is done, I text him again.

[ There's some money in your bank account. And I told you already. If you need money, you tell me about it, I'm here for you and DO NOT want to get to know that you stay with no money for such a stupid reason. Okay? >

< I don't want you to do that, Jungkook. Seriously, I can stay a few days with no money, I'm fine. I always spend it on stupid stuff anyway ]

[ Idc. If you don't show me your bank account next time I ask you, I'll add even more money to it anyway, so don't even try to lie to me >

< yeah ]

[ I love you, stop feeling bad for literally everything you do, alright? I do this because I want to and it makes me happy to be there for you all the time >

He does not answer, making me feel worried again. I know he hates the situation he is in, even if he barely talks about it, the fact that I ask my parents to give me more money so that I can always spend it on him and make sure he has enough makes him feel bad when this is his parents' fault for not giving a damn about him and his well-being. He just does not understand that, he puts the blame on himself for being who he is and believes he deserves it.

This freaking hurts me so much because I sometimes feel powerless.

[ I said I love you :( >

< I love you too, hope you'll enjoy your night with y/n and have enough money for the both of you and the rest of the month. Tell me if you need some of what you put on my bank account, okay? I don't even need that much but thank you <3 ]

[ no need to thank me, I'll have enough, don't worry about it <3 text me if you're not feeling okay >

"I'm here," y/n softly speaks through the silence that I could hear around me. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long," she apologizes for no good reason, so I quickly make sure to reassure her. "What are you talking about? It was five minutes. I'd wait for one hour or more if I had to, don't worry," I smile at her and see that my words were efficient, but my eyes cannot help peeking down at her clothes.

The jacket I love to see her wearing, with an oversized red sweater, a black checked skirt, and thigh-high socks.

I do not compliment her no matter how much I feel the urge to do it, and I just smile, but she catches me and leads us to the outside. "Let's go."