Fake Love. | Kim Taehyung

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Life is miserable.

Or maybe it's only me.

Others seem to be enjoying it... Just like Channie, my old group and... V.

sigh.

Can life get any worse?

I woke up with my back aching and head throbbing with pain. I slept at the couch last night since well... I wasn't welcomed in my own room.

As I open my eyes... Something was making my eyes blurry.

It was my tears.

I must have dreamt of something sad... Or maybe I must be remembering my past. That's quite sad too.

I wipe my tear stained cheeks and sat up. Today is a Saturday which meant weekends have come once again.

Others may enjoy and even look forward to it but somehow, I'm not one of them. I lost the excitement I used to have.

I sigh and stood up knowing there won't be anyone to wait for. V won't be there to say his cute greetings in the morning... He won't be beside me.
As I walk towards the kitchen, I see V eating some cereal and scrolling down his phone.

I really just wanted to break down and cry in front of him really. He cheated on me, he left me out, and well he's enjoying life to the fullest and I can't stop him.

I'm not even sure if he even loves me anymore. But I sure as hell do.

I'm an idiot.

I walk over to the cabinets and got one granola bar.

I'm not even close to being hungry. My stomach is grumbling but my appetite has vanished.

V noticed my strange behavior and looked at me.

"Is that all you're eating? " he asks, his eyes full of concern.

"I'm not hungry" I spit back.

I walk over to the couch and turned the TV on. I can't stand looking at his face without breaking down.

I slowly eat my granola bar til the sofa tilted a bit. He was sitting next to me.

"Are you okay? Look I'm sorry about last night. I was about to-"

I looked at him.

"It's okay. You can hang out with them whenever you want. I don't... Mind" I look back at the Tv.

From the corner of my eye,  I can tell he was happy. That's all that matters right?

"Real-i mean what about you? You can han-" I cut him was more and shook my head.

"I don't want. "

He frowned at my rude attitude. I can't help it.

"But they're your friends too. Don't you want to hangout with them? " he says trying to make me hang out with them.

"Im not invited there and I'm probably not wanted. "

"What? Who says that? " he scoffs. He continues "y/n why don't you want to hangout with them. They're fun and cool to be with"

"That's because they're not my friends. Just stop. " I shot back. 

"Not your friends?  Y/n they helped you and even tried-"

"JUST STOP! THEYRE NOT MY FRIENDS" I shout back. I shut my mouth and regretted shouting at him. Its rare for me to even argue with him.

He scoffs. "Wow. Where's the old y/n I once knew who was fun and all bubbly. " he stands up.