Yoojung's POV
I'm planning to stay up all night reviewing biology tonight but I can't.
Why? Because he's here.
"Why did you change the passcode? Babe it's cold out here. Let me in." He said banging on my front door.
I tried listening to music to blocked his ongoing screaming but I didn't help.
I kept reviewing but the word aren't getting into my brain.
"Open up. It's cold." He said.
I was fed up so I got up and opened the door.
He smiled at me and he saw me.
"It's 11 pm stop screaming. You're going to wake everyone up." I said in a hush-tone.
He tried to sneaked in and succeeded.
"Leave. " I said.
"You kept saying that when I'm here." He said.
He looked like he's about to give up.
"Can I at least explain?" He said.
"If your explanation considered of explaining why you cheated then save it." I said.
"Then what do you want to hear?" He asked.
"I want to hear an explanation that said you're not cheating, and the girl was just a friend who you happened to meet in busan when you're there. Explain to me that you're not cheating." I said crying.
Why am i like this?
"Babe, am sorry." He said.
"Sorry ain't gonna fix anything." I said.
I'm a crying mess right now.
An exam tomorrow is going to ask what mitochondria is and am here arguing with my boyfriend instead of reviewing.
"Babe, I thought it was a one time thing but she hold onto me." He tried to explained.
"Take responsibility. Don't blame the girl because it take two to tango Jeon." I said.
"You said what you want to say now leave." I said opening the door for him.
He left and I was about to close the door when he asked.
"So it's the end? The end of us? There's no more jungkook and Yoojung?" He asked in a verge of tear.
"It is and remember you broke us. You broke the trust that I've built for you."
I said and slammed the door shut.
Fuck you jeon, for making me cry.
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