Fake Love (Mafia au)

CHAPTER 6: Moving On

JUNGKOOK'S POV
I walked out the room fighting every damned urge to not look at Nari, but seconds later I instantly regretted it. My heart broke at the thought of never seeing her long dark wavy hair again or her beautiful smile that brought out her dimples.

My beautiful girl. 

My own head betrayed me, daring one last look at her before I exited the room. I saw I single tear slide down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. She did not look back at me, and I wouldn't lie, I was disappointed that she didn't risk a final glance. But still, my heart ached at the sight. I had wanted nothing more than to run back, and her tell her everything was going to be okay.

But I would be lying if I told her that.

Instead I did what any man would do. Well, what any sane man who didn't want to die would have done.

 I listened to Boss's orders and walked silently out of the room.

He had honestly spared me, I would have surely died if circumstances would have been different. If Nari hadn't have been present, if that bastard asshole Kim Taehyung hadn't been there, I would have been a dead man.

Although, my heart ached from being physically and mentally in pain.

I ran a hand through my hair.

Leave and never come back!

Those five words echoed in my head as I made my way to my room packing the few things I owned. I looked at my nightstand, with a photo framed of Nari and I posing together by a Christmas tree. I remembered the day when I asked her out. The day she made me realize how much I was in love with her. In my eyes, she had no flaws.

I shook my head, trying to push thoughts of Nari out of my head, remembering she already gave up on us. I saw the look in her eyes, how tears threatened to fall, and how Nari was struggling to  hold them in. I had seen that face a few times, and I knew damned well she wasn't a person to reveal her emotions, but I could read her like the book, her eyes always gave her emotions away. Her beautiful eyes that I would recognize anywhere, a rich dark brown with a hint of gold in them, they always shined in the sunlight and when she was happy. 

When she was fucking happy.

I angrily smashed my knuckles against the wall leaving a giant dent the shape of my fist. My knuckles started gushing blood, missing chunks of skin, utterly broken and destroyed. I didn't even feel the pain, though I was sure it was there. I was too distracted. Too emotional to even know what my own body was feeling.

 I didn't bother bandaging my bleeding knuckles, I simply didn't care anymore.

I'm already missing her and it hasn't even been one hour yet.

It just hurts. It hurts so damned bad. I wasn't stupid, I knew Nari was letting go of us after what had happened, or at least that was what her final expression said. But I just couldn't accept that. I wished so badly that I could let go of her, as she was surely doing to me, but my heart refused.

But this really wasn't the time to be thinking as a school boy who just got broken up with by his hot, popular high school girlfriend.

I try not to think about her while I go through my drawers packing all of my throwing knives and carefully wrapping every one of them into my backpack. I take a few small pistols just in case, and of course some clothes, snacks, and all the remaining cash I have. I take one final good look at my room and made sure I had everything. 

It looked like a blank canvas.

Half of me was glad was leaving because I no longer had to be apart of Black Phoenix, while the other half of me is filled with anxiety for Nari. I felt guilty for leaving her as her only confidant, forcing her to face this whole shit show on her own. I prayed she would be safe, that she would somehow be with me again, somehow get out of the situation she was in.