Three weeks | Jeon Jungkook |

Day fourteen

I start to cry like a fucking fool. Why? Why would this happen right now? Why would he write me right now? After we broke up about one year and a half ago. I shut the phone quickly, ignoring my ex message. Fucking pig. Fucking pig. Fucking pig! You made me this way! You made fuck with every decent guy I find. You!

Right when I'm prepared to throw to phone as far from me as possible it starts ringing. Fucking hell. I respond not even looking at the callers name.

" Yeah?" I respond, sobbing so hard that my neck starts to hurt.

" Y/N? Are you alright?" Jungkook greets me with his dumb question, making me want to cry even more. Why Jungkook? You make me suffer even more.

" I'm okay Jungkook. I'm just kinda sick." I lie to him while sniffing my nose like crazy. Why am I still hurt by my ex boyfriend? Why does that piece of shit still has such a big place in my heart?

" Why are you lying to me?" Jungkook asks me after a long pause, his hoarse voice making me feel a little better. When I process his words I can't abstain myself anymore, hundreds of tears starting to fall on my hot cheeks being accompanied by loud and annoying sobs. Stop being so weak Y/N. For fucks sake. You are better than this. You can't cry because of a boy. A boy that broke your heart so bad that you couldn't leave the house for days.

" Not now Jungkook. Please." I stutter trying to keep him out of this. That would be the last thing I need. To get Jungkook inside my drama. Well it's not really drama because it happens just in my head.

" I'm coming over." he announces me with a straight voice, in the background hearing his frenetic movement.

" No you are not Jungkook. You don't even know where I live." I sob the sentences, in the mean time wiping away my tears using the blanket in which I was tucked.

" I'll find out." and with that he hangs up the phone, leaving me to drown in my own misery.

I scoff getting up from the sweaty bed and making myself way to the bathroom to at least untangle my hair, taking the phone with me. Why am I doing this? Do I really believe that he will find my address? It's not like you fucked with Namjoon right in this apartment. I try to abstain my tears while the pain from the tangled hair making it worst. Right in that moment I realize how much I care about Jungkook. Why did I got so attached to him in such a short amount of time? Sometimes he reminds me of my ex boyfriend. Well not of him really but of the special time we spent together. The times we used to go to the park and he would push me while I was sitting in the swing. I don't want to remember those things right now. I just want to cry my eyes out. To forget everything and everyone.

After I untangle my hair partially, I walk out of the bathroom and enter the dirty kitchen. As I'm about to get closer to the fridge I can see Alvin sitting in front of it, waiting for a treat. Before I prepare to open it, I get my glasses from the table. I need to see what is expired in that fridge. Right when I open it Alvin starts to cry like crazy, carving for the immense salad which is waiting for him. I throw him two leafs making him the happiest guinea pig in the whole world.

I feel so tired. I just want to go to sleep but I know I can't. I can't because all the memories will come back and haunt the shit out of my being.

I just throw myself on an empty chair at the table, trying to relax at least for just one second. I need to calm the fuck down. Without even realising I close my eyes, the darkness that fills my mind having a calming effect on my muscles. Without even thinking I slip into a deep sleep right on the chair, my ex boyfriend face appearing in my mind every time I try to calm myself down.

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" Y/N. Y/N wake up." I feel Jungkook shaking lightly my knee, waking me up. When I slowly open my eyes, a sharp pain shots trough them, the glasses making it worst. When my blurry sight gets back to normal I can see Jungkook sitting down right in front of me. You fucker. I straighten my back, rubbing lightly my forehead.