We Broke Up | Jungkook

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So, we arrived the dorm a bit late last night but luckily, the directors all went home so they didn't know.

However, we were being questioned as of why we didn't attend the classes so I just told them that I visited my mom at a hospital. End of the story.

I sighed, waking up from my bed and went to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. Today will be a tough day again since I have to practice the singing section with Jungkook because the singing evaluation will be held tomorrow.

I really have to win this, no matter what. Or else I won't be debuting. Having Jungkook here to cheer me up might be great but too bad, he has to leave for Osaka tomorrow.

I got changed into simple clothes and sat down on my bed again, scrolling on my phone. It's still 6am for god's sake, why am I up so early?

I went on Twitter and saw some juniors in my school tweeting about Jungkook's dating rumors. My heart skipped a beat as I scrolled down to see a picture of Jungkook and I's backs in the bus when we were on the way to the beach.

I kept scrolling down to see that same picture again and all those harsh comments telling me to die. Luckily, my face and name weren't exposed. They're all still finding me using every method that they could.

My heart sank down completely in the early morning as I read through all those comments.

"who the fuck is she?"

"jungkook is dating with that pig? gross! i can't believe it!"

"i swear, they don't look good together! she's so fat and ugly by just seeing her back."

"this must be a misunderstanding! jungkook can't date a girl like that! ugh, gross!"

Tears welled up in my eyes and I threw my phone away, standing up from my bed to stand in front of the mirror.

"Am I that... ugly? Am I that fat?" I thought to myself, as I touched my face then moved my hands down to clutch my tummy.

"I'm not suited with him? I'm not allowed to date him?" I thought and thought again until I came to my own sense when the tears dropped endlessly from my eyes.

I still stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in a pathetic state but eventually laughed it out loud while crying.

Hah? I never felt this kind of mental breakdown before. I felt so insecure about myself and I lost all the faith in me.

Should I start having plastic surgery in order to date Jungkook? Should I lose more weight just to date him? Or should I not date him at all?

I wiped my tears away and went outside my room quickly, walking to the gym room. I heard sounds of the running machine inside so I peeked my head a little to see Jimin doing the running exercises alone.

He was sweating so hard and he looked all worn-out to me. Just why does he have to try so hard?

"Oh! Haena? It's rare to see you here." He started the conversation while running on that machine. I walked toward him and smiled.

"I just feel like losing some weight," I told him and he observed me from head to toes.

"But you are not fat," he stated and I furrowed my eyebrows together.

"You aren't fat too, so why are you trying so hard?" I asked him and he remained silent. "Ya, I told you before, didn't I? If you ended up having nosebleed or faint again–" I almost successfully scolded him when I was stopped by the sight of blood flowing from Jimin's nose.