When I woke up for work the next morning, a feeling of dread instantly ran through my body as I thought back to last night.
I don't know what had taken over me.
I felt terrible about how I acted towards Jungkook last night, but for some reason, I couldn't stop myself, it was like something had taken over me when he started talking about the other girl.
Was I jealous?
I can't be... can I?
As I stepped onto the third floor, I instantly felt my stomach drop upon hearing the rowdy group of boys chattering just a few rooms down.
My steps felt heavy as I dragged my feet towards the room. I had no idea what was waiting for me behind these walls.
Before I even realized I had arrived in the room, Namjoon wrapped an arm around like he usually did every morning.
"Hey, Brinley! How was your sleep?" He asked as I smiled halfheartedly and shrugged his arm off as casually as I could.
I could tell that he knew something was wrong as he bent down to my level.
"Hey... are you okay?" He asked me as I tried to put on a more convincing smile.
"I'm fine, Namjoon. Thank you for asking." I said as he smiled at me slightly and left me to go back to his seat.
As soon as I got to the front of the room, I noticed how one seat was empty.
It was the seat I always looked at when I was feeling discouraged or anxious.
It was the seat that was always the first to be filled.
It was Jungkook's seat.
"Jimin, where's Jungkook?" I asked him as I tried to act as normal as I could.
I assumed that Jimin would know where Jungkook was since they were always seen together.
"He..uh.. No feel good.. Today." Jimin said as I smiled at his words and let out a sigh.
Inside, my heart instantly sank as Jimin uttered out those words.
I knew exactly why Jungkook wasn't here.
And it was all my fault.
The day went by painfully slow--Jungkooks absence made tutoring agonizing.
Don't get me wrong, I loved the boys dearly, but Jungkook was the only one who actually made me feel like my teaching was worth something.
When I got back home at my apartment, the only thing lingering in my mind was Jungkook.
Throughout the whole day, I felt this urge to reach out to Jungkook and try to repair the damage.
But, at the back of my mind, I thought that maybe I needed space to try and figure things out. There was no lying in the fact that there was something between Jungkook and I.
Chemistry?
Friendship?
Romance?
I had no idea.
And I just needed to come to terms with whatever it was.
So, maybe, not talking to him for a while is a good idea, I thought.
But as the night went on, I found myself constantly dwelling on what had happened between Jungkook and I.
My sheets felt tight around my body, and I was very uncomfortable. I couldn't stop switching positions and tossing around, I was completely restless. A bead of sweat grew on my forehead as the air in my apartment seemed like a drought. My mind was now clouded with overthought feelings as I sat up in my bed and ran my hands through my thick hair.
I needed to say something to him, to at least have some closure, for my sake.
I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand, and glared at the time.
3:10am.
He won't be getting these messages now, so I might as well not beat around the bush around this.
And with that thought in mind, I began to type.
me: hey, i'm sorry, alright? i know i messed up big time.
me: the truth is that i didn't know what to say when u were talking about another girl.
me: idk, it made me feel...something i never felt before, so i just got scared, okay? i got scared and pushed you away.
me: i just can't stop thinking...
me: about you.
me: is that weird?
me: please come back tomorrow. i give u permission to come back. please.
me: i need you.
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barrier // jjk [completed]
Fanfictionin which a girl and boy fall in love but speak two different languages.