We Broke Up | Jungkook

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TWENTY

"Haena!" I heard Jungkook calling me but I couldn't open my eyes anymore.

Ugh, what is happening?

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My eyes started to open slowly, and I glanced at my surroundings to see that I'm resting on my own bed at the dorm.

I tried to wake up, but I was stopped by the sight of Jungkook holding my hand, sleeping next to me while he's sitting on a chair.

I looked at my wristwatch to see that it's already 10pm. Oh no, rapping practice.

I shook my hand slightly in an attempt to wake Jungkook up. "Jungkook," I called out many times until his eyes flitted open slowly.

"Haena! Are you okay? Do you feel ill anywhere?" Jungkook stood up from the chair, observing me from head to toes.

I shook my head, smiling. "What happened to me, by the way?" I asked and he sat down beside me on the bed.

"Your nose was bleeding, and then you passed out." He responded with his face full of worries.

"Ah, how silly of me," I slapped my forehead but Jungkook held my wrist.

"Haena... If you're feeling ill anywhere, I'm going to talk to PD-nim to postpone your evaluation—"

"You don't have to do that, Jungkook," I cut him off instantly. "I think I'm okay now after I got a full rest,"

"But still—"

I shook my head slightly. "No, Jungkook, no. It would be problematic to rearrange the schedule, don't you think so?" I questioned, but he still flashed me a face full of concern.

"Trust me, I'm okay," I released my wrist from his grip and laid my hand on his cheek. "I'm so thankful that you've been helping me reach this far," I caressed his cheek slowly as he laid his hand on my hand that rested on his cheek.

Suddenly, he pulled me into a hug. I felt him burying his face at the crook of my neck and I smiled, caressing his back.

"B-But I f-feel like I've been pushing you to do all those things too much, I'm so sorry." His voice was cracking and his entire body was shivering.

"Y-Ya, are you crying?" I tried to pull our hug away but he only hugged me tighter.

"Listen, Jungkook ah," I tried to tap his back comfortingly so that he would stop crying. "How many years now have you been training to become a well-known idol? Being a trainee is not easy, right?" I asked and I felt him nodding.

"I think that my stage of debuting is way easier than yours, I mean, I have to go through only some rounds in order to debut. Meanwhile, you guys have to train for years," I explained, hugging him tighter.

"Indeed, I have been pushing myself a lot lately but being compared to all of you, all these tasks are still low. So, I'm just going to be not well for a short period of time, okay?" I pulled our hug away to see tears falling from his eyes.

"Hmm?" I used my thumb to wipe his tears away. "Let's go to practice, shall we?" I suggested and even though he hesitated at first, I convinced him until he agreed.