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He walked through the door and I couldn't hold back anymore. I ran towards him and hugged him tightly. His arms didn't wrap around me as fast as I expected, or even wanted, them to.

I was just about to let tears fall from my watery eyes, when the guy who I realized wasn't Jimin had said,"You've got the wrong person...sorry."

I heard his voice and I didn't even have to look up to know it wasn't him. I felt my cheeks reddening, the tips of my ears heating up as well. I bowed in an apologetic manner and mumbled a basically inaudible,"M-mianhe..," and ran into the girls bathroom, keeping my face and gaze  glued to the floor

I looked at myself in the mirror. I placed my hands under the faucet and it sensed my presence, letting the water flow from it. I continuously splashed cold water on my face in an effort to cool off my burning cheeks. But they remained red, making me keep thinking of that scene more and more, which caused me to feel even more embarrassed and even very sad.

Raking my fingers through my hair, I groaned in frustration. Why am I so anxious and nervous and excited for the jerk's return? He never wanted to talk to me...he just kept on toying around with my fragile heart, which just keeps shattering to pieces. He doesn't know how much it hurts me. And the process just keeps starting over and over again.

Unknowingly, fresh, hot tears poured out from my red, puffy eyes. I don't care, though. Why should I care if he died or not? Why should I want him to come back? Why should I...

A bunch of 'Why should I's filled my mind, but the one about Jimin possibly being dead made me cry harder. Ever since I've met him, I have a soft spot for him. Even when he's mean to me, his smile, his gentleness...everything about him makes up for it.

The door suddenly burst open, and I immediately swiped stray tears that were on my cheeks away, making sure to hold the corners of my eyes. I don't want to cry about that jerk anymore. Especially not in front of JungKook. "(Y/N)...omo..."

"Wh-what are y-you doing h-here?," I stuttered, sniffling slightly. I really am curious as to why he's in the girl's bathroom. Can he not read?

"I heard sobs and became super worried when they grew louder and more..," he licked his lips before continuing, "depressing."

Tears stung my eyes to a point where it even hurt me too badly to hold them in. I was at least relieved that he didn't see what happened with me and that man. Hopefully, if he ever finds out, I'll be dead.

I, being a cry baby for the day, burst into tears and bawled into JungKook's shoulder. He rubbed circles on my back, slowly and gently. He soon began rocking us back and forth, and it was like he was trying to make me sleep and forget about all that has happened. It was calming.

Within seconds, I found myself sound asleep in his arms.
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