Perfect | JIKOOK

Chapter-35

Jungkook's pov.

            Six months...six months without him. Without talking to him. Without seeing him.

I wonder if he was doing fine without me. Because I was miserable.

           " Hey, Mr. Park," I said as I entered Jimin's house, greeting his father as I sat next to him.

          Ever since Jimin left, it became a habit for me to visit his house almost daily. Considering that Jimin left because of me, I thought it to be my responsibility to check up on his parents.

       And there was another thing that brought me there on daily basis...Hope...hope that Jimin would occasionally ask them about me but it never happened.

      In six months he never asked for me even once. Like I never existed...and I was losing hope...Just like he lost when I chose to abandon him.

     Karma is bitch but I didn't know that it would be a son a bitch.

      It felt like our fates were turned. I was waiting for him just like he waited for me.

        " Hello, son," Mr. Park smiled, looking up from his new paper.

       " Where is Mr. Park," I looked around, I couldn't find her.

      " Oh she is talking to Jimin in the bedroom...they are on a video call I guess," he pointed towards the slightly opened door before he started reading the newspaper again.

      A video call... I desperately wanted to see him...Just once...only once. I didn't know if I was allowed to...but I couldn't think of anything else.

      " Can I...can I go in there... I really want to talk to him," I tried not to sound so desperate but I couldn't help it. Mr. Jeon gave me narrowed eyes look before nodding.

      " I am not sure if he wants to see you, but you can go, try," Mr. Park smiled before patting my back.

        I stood up in the excitement and reached for the bedroom where Mr. Park was talking to him.

       As I was about to enter the room, I heard his voice, after six long months. I couldn't help but cry about how much I wanted to see him and how much I wanted to be close to him again.

       " So, tell me about this new guy," Mrs. Park asked, her voice laced with excitement for his son. She didn't have any that I was standing at the door. Eavesdropping.

        I genuinely didn't want to eavesdrop, but she just mentioned some other guy.  I sank more as I thought about it more. My Jimin, the other guy... I didn't really want to go to the conclusion, I didn't want that little hope inside of me that Jimin and I still had a chance to die. The little hope that he still loved me.

        " He is a very nice guy, Mom, I must say. He is funny, he makes those jokes all the time which happen to be lame sometimes but he makes me happy. And he helps me a lot with the dance practice,"

~He makes me happy,

~He makes me happy,

~He makes me happy,

            I could genuinely sense the happiness in his tone, the happiness that I wanted to give, the happiness that I wanted him to feel when he was with me. But he was happy without me.

        "I am so happy to hear that, Jiminie. I am happy to know that you are finally finding your own happiness," I could hear Mrs. Park's gloomy voice.