You // Jungkook

Mr. Liar and Ms. Give In

I entered the kitchen tying my hair up in a bun. I washed my hands and started making lunch. This was my favorite time to myself. Jungkook was busy with his schedule while I was home because I didn't need to go to school today. I grabbed a packet of instant noodles and started cooking. I didn't usually eat like this because of Jungkook. He was a picky type and didn't like the instant noodles I liked. I finished cooking the noodles and was going to eat them, but Jungkook called me. I sighed and ended with a pout before answering the phone. "What?" I asked in an arrogant tone. I could tell he was surprised.

"Well jeez, I just wanted to see if you were awake," he said on the other line. I stared at my noodles as the liquid started forming that small oil cover.

"I'm eating." I hope he understood now. I grabbed my chopsticks and started eating while I was on the phone with him. I slurped loudly on purpose.

"I guess you're fine then. I'll be hanging up now," he said. Jungkook hung up without me saying bye, but I got good food to keep me company, so why did I need him to keep me company? I started eating again. I love food, like who doesn't? Sadly, I finished early and headed to my room. I lay flat on my bed and just started thinking. What was Jungkook doing? Could I go visit? What should I do? I was just too bored. I grabbed my jacket and went to the cafe. I was sure she would be there reading.

I walked in and I bowed to the waiter passing by. I looked around to see if she was there, and she was. I took light steps toward her, "You wanted to see me?" She looked up and took off her sunglasses. She gave me a fake smile.

"Sit down, dear," she tried to say politely. I pulled the chair and sat down. A few days ago, I had gotten a call by a random number and it was Jungkook's mom. She wanted to meet me and so here I am sitting here. "I'm not going to make this harder than it is," she said pushing a paper towards me. "Fill it in and I'll take it to Jungkook." I looked at the paper. It was a divorce paper. I examined her eyes. They were filled with pride. I hated it, but what could I say? Jungkook loves me, but do I really know that? How could I be sure after he took his mother's side? Jungkook and I weren't the best couple found, and I don't think we're made for each other. I kept thinking about it all and finally decided to pick up the pen. I started to write some information down. My heart started beating. I finished and pushed the paper back towards her. She smiled to herself evilly, but then it became a face of being perplexed. I smiled and put the pen on the paper, "I'm not your robot." I walked off being proud of putting, "Staying together". We weren't the best couple found, but we'd be those puzzle pieces that are willing to cut some of our sides to fit.

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"Mysia?" I heard the door close and I stopped cutting the vegetables. I walked to the front door and found Jungkook taking his shoes off. He looked up and smiled at me. "So you were here."

"How was your day?" I asked. He pecked me on the lips. He didn't say anything as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I miss you," he said in a soft whisper. I hugged him back. I missed him too. "I just wanted to hang out with you, but I'm so tired, I can't."

"That's okay." I pulled away from the hug and kissed him this time. "Just get ready to rest." I walked away and started cooking again. I finished the vegetables and started cooking dinner. I finished and Jungkook came down in a muscle shirt and shorts. He was on his phone and I just stared as he sat down. "Are you going to eat?" I asked after he was on his phone for the longest time. He snapped out of his bubble and nodded. Something was different. Jungkook wasn't sleepy. He said he was though. He usually isn't on his phone when he's with me, but he is today. "Is something going on that I don't know about?" I asked him. He shook his head. He was lying. I could just tell. He looked uncomfortable. It made me start to wonder what was happening to him.