Shy Roommate: Jeon Jungkook

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" I didn't even like him; I just liked the fact that someone actually liked me."

(Y/N)'s pov

I walk along the very edge of the sidewalk, unconsciously humming to myself. I smile as I listen to the cars that pass by me on my way home from school, my school uniform fluttering in the light breeze. It was my last day at the school that I have been going to for the past three years, but I don't really care. I'm not that sad, despite having to leave all of my friends behind.

I have always been the person to get excited when I move to different places, so when my dad told me that he was going on a year long business trip and I had to change schools so that I could move into a dorm, I didn't bat an eyelash. No, I'm not stupid. I know that my dad isn't really going on a business trip for the full year because his job isn't like that. I do know that he is at least giving me a chance to live my life for myself, something that I have been doing from a young age.

My mom died when I was seven, which was the hardest thing that I ever had to go through. She was accidentally shot in a failed attempt to rob a bank, staying alive in the hospital just long enough to say goodbye to my dad and I. My dad was never the same again. He would work all day and all night, forcing me to grow up on my own. I have been told that I am emotionally distant from others, and that is probably the reason why.

All my life, I have been viewed as the outcast. I would never really talk to anyone unless spoken to, making no-one want to be friends with me. That changed when Micah and Andrew cam along though. They changed me for the better. They took the time to get me out of my shell and make me into a person that more people would want to be around. They are the best friend, and boyfriend that I could ever hope for.

But not all good things last forever. I could tell that something was up from the first time that Andrew asked me out. I was surprised because he had never shown any feelings of me before, and I had a feeling that Micah was crushing on him. She begged me to say yes when I told her though, so I did. I knew that I had made the wrong decision, but I didn't care. I didn't even like him; I just liked the fact that someone actually liked me.

I had continued to feel off about it though. I would catch them glancing at each other while I pretended like I didn't notice, their flirting more than obvious. I started seeing mysterious bruises that looked suspiciously like hickeys on Micah's neck from time to time, their attention solely on each other instead of me.

I didn't care. I didn't even care when I caught them actually having sex. I never really liked Andrew, so that wasn't my problem. My problem was with them in general. Why would they do something like that? We would they push me to be in a relationship with Andrew if they were just going to hook up behind my back? What sort of friends do shit like that? Did they like the thrill of it? Did they get off from knowing that I didn't know a thing about what they did behind my back?

I sigh as my phone rings again, Micah's name appearing on the screen before I deny the call. Thats another reason why I don't mind leaving this school for my senior year. Why should I stay here when the only two friends that I had depended on are no longer considered as my friends? My dad thinks I need to go to therapy over this, but I don't see why. I have been bottling up all of my emotions since I was seven, so this is nothing new to me. I just bury them deep inside myself until I can no longer feel them, no one even able to begin to know how I am really feeling.

I finally reach home, carefully opening the door. I close it behind me after taking my shoes off and holding them in my hand, stepping around the many boxes that are staggered in messy piles around the room. The boxes of clothes and furniture make it hard to move around, but its not too bad. I have already gotten used to watching where I step, quickly maneuvering around all of the obstacles in my way and making my way upstairs.

I plop on my unmade bed, the sheets and pillows already packed up and ready to go for the drive tomorrow morning. That is the day that I will move into my new dorm and meet my roommate for the last year of schooling until college. All of my stuff is already packed and ready, only a set of clothes for tomorrow waiting for me on top of my suitcase.

"I guess this is it."