12.31.17 genre: angst, romance JACOB - （＾Ｏ＾☆♪ length: 1 part P.O.V: 1st & reader insert ~~~~
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We always fought despite being in a relationship. It's been two months since Jacob and I began dating. We had completely opposite personalities, and we both had very complicated lives, like encountering bullies that used to pick on me in middle school, and finding out that Jacob had to move out of the country because of his family.
I was always the person to walk away after a fight or after I upset him. I was harsh with my words. I hurt him. All the time. I regretted it always. But the words I yearned the hear when I walk is: "Wait!" And grab my arm. But he never does. He watches me walk out and we never talk for at least a week. It makes me wonder if we were even meant to be together in the first place.
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I walked out of the grocery store, a lot of plastic bags containing food inside weighing down my arms. I hung my head as I was jabbed by lots of arms and accidentally shouldered by many people crowding the streets of Seoul.
I reached an empty street and exhaled, my eyes following the visible cloud of my breath. I sniffed. Jacob always apologized first, but it takes so long for him to contemplate and ponder. I wait for him. I know what I do is wrong- but I'm very stubborn and refuse to apologize first since it makes me look pathetic.
We recently had an argument. Now we treat each other like strangers. It pains me. I sighed as I continued my trek to my apartment. Then I bumped into someone. I staggered but managed to regain balance. I dipped my head apologetically, "Sorry. Excuse me," I timidly walked past the unidentified person I had bumped into.
I stopped, however. I felt that the person was familiar. So oddly familiar. I didn't check the face, but I could tell by the aura... I turned around, my hair swishing to behind my shoulder. "Excuse me!" I called out in a raspy voice. The cold temperature must've taken a toll on me.
"Er..." I trailed off as I stared at the back of the disappearing male. I felt the last spark of hope dissolve into ashes. I sighed and shook my head. It definitely couldn't be him, right? But I couldn't help my overwhelming emotions. I dropped my groceries at the edge of the fissured sidewalk and sprinted forward, my coat flying up due to the piercing wind.
I laid a hand roughly on the person's shoulder, forcing him to turn around to face me. It was Jacob, just as I suspected. "Jacob..." my voice dropped to a whisper. I suddenly felt... Afraid. Afraid to look at him in the eye. I needed to apologize, but my lips were frozen. Not because of the crispy winter air, but because I was afraid.
I dropped my hand and hid it in my pockets. "Jacob, look..." I began in a soft voice I was accustomed to speaking in. Jacob was silent the entire time. Then he finally spoke, "Are you really going to act like this? I forgave you so many times, said sorry so many times, and you seem to not even react!"
