BORROWED TIME || J.JK

••×e n t r y 5ו•

••×e n t r y 5ו•

[Dear Jungkook,
Love doesn't hurt, expectations does. That's why I wanted to stop expecting from you.]

YOUR POV.

"We better go home, its really getting late." I smiled at him after breaking the long deafening silence.

He nodded his head in agreement. He haven't said anything after what I told him. We just sat there silently. I do understand that he can't say anything and couldn't muster a reply after what I've told him. . . its definitely not his obligation to reply back from my sudden outburst.

I'm glad.

Deep within me, even though he rejected me, I'm still happy. . . because this way, I will never expect from him again. Maybe, my thoughts about him every night would lessen. Maybe, after this night, I'd be able to accept reality and live with it. Maybe, I could give my heart a chance to love someone else now.

After all. . . its been four years ever since I felt this way. Four years of wanting to meet Jungkook in person, to finally tell him how I felt. And now that I've done it. I felt like I can finally move on from my drowning thoughts of us, that we can be at least possible.

We walk to our hotel suits, side by side, none of us muttered any single word. He was silent. I was smiling.

I am relieved.

"Uhm. . . we're hear already." He shyly informed me, once we're in front of our room numbers door.

"Hmm... Yeah, we are." I agreed. "So. . ? I need to go."

I turned my back at him, but just before I could open my door he grabbed my arm making me face him.

"I-I just. . . uhh- I wanted to--" he stuttered, looking away immediately when our eyes locked. He took off the grey hoodie he was wearing and handed it to me. "I wanted to give you this. I at least-- want you to have a remembrance of me. . . the first ever person who rejected you."

He cutely scratched his nape taking short glances at me. My lips twitch as I find it really funny and cute that he's acting a bit considerate for the girl he just turned down.

"Mm... Thank you, Jungkook." I mumbled, holding his hoodie tightly. "I will treasure this."

He hummed back. A long deafening silence surrounded us again. He cleared his throat as he turned around holding the door knob of his room, but eventually looking back at me again.

"Oh. Right! I should go inside too." I exclaimed, when I noticed that I was still standing there. He smiled at me warmly. . .

Just then, he pulled me into a tight hug. A tight hug that made my heart stopped beating for a while. . . a tight hug that made my cheeks blushed so hard. No, I didn't want to feel this way, but my heart didn't stop from feeling so good to be in his embrace.

"Good night Y/N." He said before pulling away and running quickly inside his room.

I held my chest, feeling my abnormal heart beat. "I'm still scared." I mumbled to my self before finally going inside my room.

A tear slip from my eyes again. I'm scared of the idea of love. . . "A love that will grow, but will never spread."

My love for Jungkook is something to be kept forever, but would never be known by the world.

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[Dear Jungkook,
Sometimes, I'm starting to think that couples who breaks up, people who got friend zoned, and those couples who annulled their marriage. . . were somehow lucky.
Because, despite the inconvenience, they still had the chance to be with their love ones and feel their presence.
I won't have that kind of chance with you. This is the last.]