Decalcomania | JJK

25: Only one

Laying on his bed, Jungkook couldn't stop glancing at the painting on his chair every five seconds.

He was so willing to throw the painting, ruining it when he first got inside, but he couldn't help the feeling inside him that made him want to protect it and adore it.

He missed her so much.

So he gently placed it on his chair, trying not to be too intrigued.

He had read her texts and even though he was very angry with her, he couldn't help but want to reply.

He had various times been at the edge of replying her texts, but he deleted them before he could send them.

He really wanted to believe her words.

I will never hurt you Jungkook.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

There was nothing more he wanted to do than text her back.

I love you too.

But the time wasn't right and what if she was lying? What if she really wasn't sorry? What if he would forgive her, just for her to screw him over again and leave him for a second time? Would he be able to handle that?

His eyes moved from his own handwriting in the bottom corner and landed on the small note in the top corner once again. Finally he caved in and got up from the bed, taking the small note into his hands.

The tear in his eye was not to be looked past. It should be impossible to get emotional only by reading three words. Three simple words, yet countless of thoughts flashing through his mind.

To My Kook.

He hated how vulnerable she made him.

Jungkook, I made this painting for you as a sincere apology. I don't even dare to hope for forgiveness... but I just wanted to let you know this...
You do not need to be anyone's decalcomania. There is only one Jungkook - I only see one Jungkook and that's you. The Jungkook that makes me smile harder than I've ever done before, the Jungkook that's stronger than anyone I know, the Jungkook that makes me nervous just by his presence, the one that makes me confident and feel appreciated. The only Jungkook I love. The Jungkook I hope you'll come to love. Don't ever doubt yourself or your worth. You are too precious. I love you Jungkook.

Reading the note Jungkook didn't even try to hold back his tears.

It was so hard ignoring her. Usually people left him and he didn't even have to try making them come back, they wouldn't anyway. Even though Jungkook thought Nia had betrayed him and left him, she had given it her all to tell him how sorry she was and tried her best to come back to him.

Suddenly he was the bad guy, he thought. People had always left him, and now he was keeping her from being with him. He was distancing himself. Had this been his problem all along?

He fell back on his bed, looking at the ceiling, vision blurry partly from tears and and partly from his hair that had grown quite long over the summer.

Nia used to say she liked his long hair.

This girl showed him what it was to have trust in somebody. As well as that, she showed him what it was to feel that trust being torn away. But she also showed him what it felt like to be loved.

Nia was flattened out on her bed, exhausted even though she'd done nothing all day.

The girl was staring at the ceiling, her eyes lids failing her every now and then and closing. It would be nice to say she was in booty shorts topped with a cute crop top, her hair tied up into a 'messy bun' that somehow people always make to look good. Something some people would think of when you 'don't do much out of yourself'.