Neptune~ (Jeon Jungkook)

19: Where did you come from?

Don't make me mad, before I change my mind
He isn't good, are you acting this way because of him?
Of course I'm mad, because you like him and not me
Girl are you joking? Are you blind?
The world is covered with guys like that

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Your POV

5 weeks were a long time. 5 weeks since we last talked. 5 weeks since I've been friends with Taehyung and Jhope.

1 week and he looked worse everyday.

2 weeks and still fresh cuts on his face.

3 weeks and he looked exhausted, like he didn't want to talk to anyone.

4 weeks and he was dating Hana. I wasn't jealous. I was scared to death.

5 weeks and he looked like he was about to die.
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Jungkook POV

5 weeks is a long time. It went by faster than I expected. I felt that time was shorter everytime I saw her. Time seemed to speed up when she looked at me, like my mind wanted to get over it so fast.

But I didn't. I still missed her.

I thought time was supposed to heal wounds. But mine were still ripped open, it still killed me everytime I saw her sad expression, when I saw her talking with her friends.

1 week and she's been hanging out with the two boys. They seemed too close. It hurt.

2 weeks and she lost weight. She looked skinnier than ever, unhappier than ever and all I wanted to do was to take her pain away. But I couldn't. She wasn't mine anymore, she probably never was.

3 weeks and she stared at me. I felt it in my neck, I felt it everywhere I go. It made uncomfortable, it made me nervous. I didn't want this. Why can't she forget? Why can't I?

4 weeks and I dated Hana to make her feel that I moved on, to make her move on too. As selfish as I was, I wanted her to stop looking at me. I wanted her to forget about me, so that I could finally forget about her.

I wanted her to stop loving me and wanted to pretend that I could.

I could never stop loving her. It was impossible.

5 weeks, my thoughts circled around the last message and I felt like dying.

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Your POV

I was sitting in the cafeteria. It's been six weeks since we last talked, six weeks since that night, six weeks since he looked at me.

I didn't eat much. I lost my appetite around the time when he got new cuts everyday. I knew I was hungry but I couldn't seem to stop the emptiness in my stomach even when I stuffed myself.

So I didn't eat.

I've been staring at him for the last five minutes. Taehyung and Hobie were talking about something but I snapped out when I looked over at their table and saw Hana's arm around his shoulders.

My stomach turned and I felt like I was about to vomit. I quickly averted my gaze and looked at my food tray, that was still untouched. I stirred a little bit with my fork and looked at Taehyung and Hobie goofing around.

I was grateful for them. Even though it was impossible to make me happier, they still tried and I appreciated their effort. Although it was hard to fake a smile all the time.

I didn't want to talk so I kept my head low.

I should be happy now. I should be happy that he moved on. It was my turn to move on.