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wait•jikook

I fiddled with the gold band in my hand. It was cold and looked barely worn despite its age. It had an infinity sign carved on its front and a heart shaped out nicely where you would slide your finger in. I remember the smile it had brought me. The smile barely remained and was covered with deep furrowed brows and threatening tears.

Love was mocking me. It drew me in and threw me out. It laughed at how much of a fool I was. All it did was break me into tiny pieces I was unable to put back together. Euphoria and pain. Those continuous feelings got tiring after awhile. Feeling like you had something good and then finding out you were wrong was just a Monopoly game. It was a long, boring game that resulted in me losing.

The room I sat in was my bedroom. As I continued sitting on my bed with a stinging cheek and burning eyes, I seemed to be sinking into my sheets. My blue walls cried with me and the doors were closed. No one was never going to walk through those doors again singing my name. With their angelic voice ringing in my ears. Those arms weren't going to wrap around my waist and hold me tight. Those lips weren't going to grace my lips and neck with kisses. Those eyes weren't going to be darting every which way to find me.

The ring was now swimming in my tears. I hadn't even noticed I was crying. My heart was numb and the drops of liquid that dropped on my hands burned. For a second I imagined strong thumbs wiping my tears away. Once I put my hand up to touch them, I felt nothing. Just a void of air. My eyes blurred over and my hands dropped onto my lap. My whole body shook with anger and wanting. I wanted him back. He just didn't want me.

I cried harder, he didn't want me. That's all that repeated in my head. The voices in my head were screaming and my heartbeat quickened as I tried to make it stop. They were back, those taunting voices. Laughing at me, beating me up. They weren't even real but yet, they existed. I brought my wet hands up to my ears as I curled up into a fetal position. My tears were still flowing down my cheeks and my head pounded.

There was only one person to call in these situations. A person that was like my diary. I could tell him anything. He wouldn't laugh at me. He wouldn't treat me like trash. He would take care of me and be there. I grabbed for my phone that sat quietly on my nightstand. As I turned it on the picture displayed almost made me choke. We were both smiling brightly with our hands laces together and matching red blushes. I would have smiled at this but instead I just brushed it off and went to my contacts.

"Hey Jungkook, come over.'
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No more than ten minutes later, a soft faint knock was heard on my bedroom door. I never had to ask who it was, he pounded the same beat on the door every time. "Come in." my voice was hoarse so I tried my best to be audible.

He walked into my room with a smile that quickly turned into a frown as he looked me up and down. My hair was all over the place, my eyes were red, and I looked dead. His worried expression now took over anger.

"What did he do to you?"

"I swear if he touched you, oh my fuck."

"Where's that little shit, I'm killing him!"

He was muttering all of these phrases with occasional obscene language in them. He never swore unless he was really angry. I tugged on his shoulders trying to get him back into reality. He looked like a bull who had just seen red. "Jungkook stop, please."

He stopped once he heard my broken voice. I stopped too, for just a brief moment to cry. I sounded so weak and vulnerable. How did I get to this point? My head was down as I silently let my tears fall but I could tell he was watching me. "What did he do?" His voice took on a softer approach as he tapped my revealed thigh.

I took a deep breath, remembering all the events was too much. It happened over an hour ago and it was hard to bring up how you had been yelled at, slapped, and dumped by your boyfriend, the one you thought would be there forever. But it was all just a joke, a dirty little game. I always lose. I brought my hands up to my leaking eyes and I rocked myself back and forth.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me, just come here." He pulled me into his arms and at first I tensed but then I relaxed in his embrace. He was warm and calming. I buried my head further into his chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong. I had stopped crying by this point but I still wanted him to hug me.

He brushed his fingers through my hair, almost sending me to sleep. I tried to keep my drooping eyelids up but I failed to do so. I wasn't asleep yet so I could still hear everything around me and feel everything. I felt an arm go under my legs and I was picked on to something that felt like legs and an arm wrapped around my waist tightly.

"I'll wait for you to notice my feelings, just wait."

A small kiss was planted on my cheeks and a thumb was swiped under my wet eyes. I never knew he felt that way about me. Right now, I couldn't reciprocate those same feelings by the fact that he would wait for me was all I could really ask for in a person.

I gripped tighter onto the clothing of his shirt and pulled my neck up to kiss his cheek also. My eyes were still closed so I couldn't see his reaction. Only a sound of hitched breath was heard and his heartbeat quickened. The last sentence that came from my mouth before falling asleep made him nuzzle his head into my neck and I could feel his growing smile.

"Thank you for waiting for me."

A/N: This was inspired by you guys bc you waited for me when I was suffering through hard times. I love you all so much and I appreciate everything you guys give me. I am so grateful for my readers. I know I suck major balls when I don't update and say I will but you guys are still here and wait patiently for every update. I love you so much for that. Thank you❤️ @carol0788