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One After Another

Author's POV

You're project ain't done.
You're heart, in terms of Jungkook is fortunately good.
You're heart, towards your parents decision is terrible.

You didn't know how to feel. Happy that you are pretty much sure Jungkook thinks about the same things you think about, with him in it? Or first pacify yourself and speak up to your parents of denying this marriage? And if you are thinking of all those things, who's gonna do your daily math worksheets and scheduled subject homeworks? Your projects? Exam? Correction? Just... school? Or should you just listen and accept the fate you're born with and live on with that bragging fella who might even use you as a toy or doll and cry?

You couldn't decide anything.
You couldn't figure out things.
You couldn't arrange it all out and think of all the positive outcomes.
You couldn't make up if you should tell this to your friends cause you were about 60% sure that they would ask you to deny strongly or tell this Jungkook without worrying greatly about how he would react.
You couldn't even get away from this topic and the day you're parents wanted you in Canada is getting lesser and lesser as each second ticks like a relaxing/tensing one; depending on how exactly you're heart's swelling at that moment.

You wanted to tell this to them. To your friends and Jungkook. Yes. He's your "bully". But his heart takes a good dip in sadness when he sees you in internal pain. All you could do was think. Think how they would react. You're sure. Pretty much yes. That Jungkook likes, loves you. But for over-thinkers; it isn't as easy as it sounds.
'Just get on with it'
'It won't be that big of a deal'
'Why don't you just go and talk with your friends? What's the big problem?'
And blah blah. It's easy. Okayyy? I guess... good for you? But seriously you have lost count of how many times you have felt and envied those with outgoing, easy-going, 'fitted in' people and simple natured fellas.

The chill, free wind blew your sleek, velvety hair almost as if it's the most precious thing in the world; so lightly with glowing elegance. You were there in the rooftop of your school, trying your damnedest to not let a small pond form in the socket of your eyes. But again, when you think and command your brain to not cry, it sparks those golden memories of your early childhood; and that causes you to break down badly whenever, wherever and whomever you're with.

You're sensitive but really good at hiding your emotions (if you care) and don't want the person by your side to worry about you. And Jungkook, was also among them. You cared for him and didn't want him to see you crying ugly for both dignity and love. He, like an eagle caught flying by flapping its wings incessantly; found you, - the bold persona created by your own skills, in the fullness of time, wearing off, by your whole figure alone screaming to the world that this is you.

One thing you knew very well was that your parents aren't going to be seeing from your way. Or maybe they already did and understood the subsequent consequences. But they didn't care? Dayum. That would hurt like shit.