Love - BTS Jungkook FF ✔️

XXV

(Guys! I hope this makes up for the last sad chapter!)

I woke up to the sound of my door bell being rang repeatedly like it was having some sort of seizure. I'm just guessing that whoever is at the door has been ringing it for a few minutes now and who ever they are, I think the same person is calling my phone too because it won't stop vibrating on the table. It's honestly comical how I have to wake up to this, especially seeing that I still haven't forgotten last night, nor has my headache passed.

Groggily and reluctantly, I get up and out of bed to go check the door and give whoever is on the other side a good lecture about not coming to meet people at 10 I'm te morning on a weekend. Like seriously, do people not understand that I am trying to sleep.

"What?" I open the door only to be face to face with Jungkook.

"Oh." He leans back a bit. "No need to get aggressive."

I roll my eyes. "Jungkook I'm a tired. I'm not in the mood to hang out."

"That's alright! We don't have to do anything today. We can just chill. It's the weekend anyways, we can just sit together." He flashes me a bunny smile.

I sigh. "No." His smile immediately falls at the sound of my stern and rude tone. "I want to be alone. Bye." I slam the door in his face before he can speak.

Somewhere, under all my own pain and sorrow, I feel bad for doing that, and to Jungkook out of all people. He always trying make me feel happy and smile, alway caring for me, alway being kind to me—except when he's just being him and he annoys me like hell—and slamming the door in his face when all he wanted to do was be around me and "chill" as he had said is simply rude.

Although I feel bad, my own pain, the same piercing in my chest that haven't subsided since yesterday, rises above all. It's too much for me. In fact, at this point I don't even think I'm hurt. I feel hurt, but for some reason, I can't put my finger on it, it's not heartbreak. I know it's not, but although it's not I don't know what it actually it. I think it's just the fact that he broke up with me. The rejection. It wasn't really rejection in the first place, just that he thought I rejected him and that I didn't L-word him anymore. But whatever it is it's effecting me negatively.

At this point I think he...he might be right. I don't even know what my heart is saying at this point. I'm perplexed as to what is going on. One second I L-worded him, then he dumped me, now, I think I don't L-word him. I-I don't feel like I L-word him anymore. But I still feel hurt.

Not even glancing back at the door that I slammed in Jungkook's face, I walk away and plop down on the couch I had fallen asleep on.

The cushions on the couch I fell asleep on where thrown on the empty—well except for the cushions—coffee table. Before I slept last night I had away the tubs of ice cream I ate as I had cried the whole night. Thankfully I was responsible enough to do that even what I was mourning my dead relationship.

I basically throw myself on the couch and lean back in it, a sad sigh escaping my lips.

Suddenly, I hear the a door open and close. Surprised because I was the only one in the house, I immediately snap my head in th direction of the sound and look behind me to see Jungkook standing in the doorway of the living room. He had his hands on his hips and look a bit angry, maybe even pissed off.

"Seriously?" He says, his anger is evidently heat in his voice. "One, why the hell did you close the door in my face? What if it hit me and I got hurt?!" He sighs, a frustrated one. Jungkook shakes his head and looks back at me, his gaze a bit less angry. "Two, since when have you been irresponsible enough to not lock the door?"