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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉: 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙉𝙔
JUNGKOOK FEELS A BIT STUPID; sitting out in the cold with a filling hope that maybe Andrea will come out any moment now. He wanted to see her, wanted to apologize to her, wanted to kiss her. Want, want, want. He's not used to sleeping alone anymore. Andrea's warm body curled up against his at night had become a part of his usual routine. Sleeping naked together had become the highlight of his nights and the very best thing to wake up to in the mornings.
And to think, he ruined all of that because fucking Park Jimin had caught him off guard. No, he can't blame Jimin for what Jungkook didn't do. That was his responsibility only/ Jungkook knows he should have said something. He knows he should have defended her just as he promised he'd do. That's what this boiled down to. A broken promise, broken trust. He didn't do what he said he would. He didn't protect her.
Jungkook had come earlier than usual. Sleep was hard without her. So he took Bam out on a walk at 3 in the morning and drank coffee for the first time in years maybe in hopes that he'd get a taste of home. It didn't work. Coffee tastes so much better on Andrea's lips. After taking Bam home, Jungkook was off to Andrea's apartment. He told himself he'd wait for an hour and if Andrea didn't come out by then, he'd simply train by himself today and how many days it took for her to be able to be around him again.
She didn't come out. And he waited. Half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half. Call him desperate if you want because he most certainly is. There is no better word to describe what he's doing right now. Being hopelessly desperate. It was only after that extra half hour that he decided to give up hope. She wasn't coming. Why would she? She wants nothing to do with him.
Jungkook knows he should give her time. He knows it's better that way, that she won't hear him out until she wants to but the burning desire to simply cry at her feet and beg for forgiveness. He knows he fucked it up for himself, for them, and their relationship. But he doesn't know how to fix it. He'd give anything to fix it. He'd give his title, his fame, everything. Just for her.
The gym is empty and hollow. The cold seeped into every surface, fogging up windows, making the floors almost icy as he walks across them. Jungkook tosses his bag down beside his favorite punching bag and a cloud of dust comes billowing up from it. He preps, wrapping his fists before pulling on his gloves quickly wearing down the more he uses them. He's too rough, toos brutal, too violent on them and the punching bag he's used for years now. It's the only way he can vent his emotions, let them air out and have room to breath before the toxic fumes can kill him.
Jungkook imagines his punching bag is Jimin's face and it supplies him with all the anger he needs to get thought training. In this situation of complete uncertainty, he was entirely certain that he was going to beat Jimin. He was going to defend Andrea in the ring and Jimin would never even think of putting Andrea's name in his mouth again.
