My Mr.Wrong's Mrs.Right !

My Mr.Wrong's Mrs.Right✔️:Alone once again

You layed on your bed Staring at the familiar ceiling that once was a blank canvas for your wild imagination.

Days when it was raining when the dark clouds filled with water held the stars in their grip when the night sky would be star-less you used to lay on your bed and imagine those twinkling stars here on the ceiling.

When it would be bone chilling and snowing outside you would lay on the bed wrapped up in your warm blanket as you would imagine the sun shining upon you warmly.

The ceiling was a blank paper and you were a kid with a new pack of crayons painting it with your imagination.

But now you were old, you weren't a kid anymore.

You remembered vividly whenever you had a bad day at school, whenever you got scolded by your parents your room was your safe haven.

You felt safe and relaxed.

It was your bubble where you could be whatever you wanted.

Any pain wouldn't last longer when you would lay on the bed and cuddle with your pillows.

But now even the confines of your room wasn't helping you in making you feel better.

The ceiling which was creamy and soothing was now filled with images and memories of him.

You could clearly see him, could see his smile, could see the way he scrunched his nose cutely when he smiles.

All you could think of was him.

You could picture him so nicely as if he was everything you saw.

Every single detail was carved onto your heart as you layed motionless.

The time had stilled for you as you went through your memories remembering the happiness you felt being in his arms.

Did you do wrong?

The question kept on ringing inside your head, your heart asking it again and again.

Did you do wrong by leaving him all alone and coming over here—To your parent's house?

No.

You didn't do wrong you were standing for yourself but why did your heart hurt at the thought of him being alone?

You knew he would be crying all alone by now with no one by his side to hug him and tell him everything would be alright.

Tears glazed your eyes as you rolled to your side looking away from the ceiling where you could imagine his face so clearly as if it was just now that you both were giggling in each other's embrace as if everything was going so well until now.

You let the tears slide down the bridge of your nose as you curled into a small ball.

Hugging your knees as you closed your eyes raising your hands you sniffed at the sweater you were wearing as your tears dampened the fabric.

This was the only way you could be so close to Jungkook but with you staying away from jungkook for three days by now you were loosing his sweet smell.

Even his sweater wasn't making you feel at home, at ease now.

The first two days his sweater that you had snuck in while packing your bag helped you a lot.

With your eyes closed and the sweet smell of his sweater you could feel as if you were in his arms as if he was hugging you.

But now with the smell fading away it was difficult to imagine jungkook laying next to you.