Months had gone by. I picked up my stuff a few days after everything happened. I was living the life I felt comfortable with. I was ashamed to admit that I was still in love with him the first month after breaking up with Jungkook but that love had disappeared over time.
From what I knew, he was not doing good. His drug use had gotten worse and he looked like shit. He was with a new girl every night.
A mutual friend of ours had told me he had not been doing well with the break-up but that was no longer my problem so I did not give a fuck.
We were done.
THE END
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an: I hope you guys enjoyed. It's kind of short but I don't know, I just wanted to write something. Obviously, I'm gonna write more stories and I'm in the middle of working on another one rn. Love ya;)
