FAKE LOVE.

니

you / italics
jungkook / bold

. . .

remember the time i wanted to see you.
i wanted to make things clear.
i didn't want to suffer anymore.
but when i went to the hallway your locker was at,
i saw two people sucking each other's faces off in front of your locker.
no one was around but the three of us.
me, you and hana.

hana 'accidentally' kissed me again.
and this time, i deepened it.
no one was around,
not even you so i can love both of you at the same time.
but then i was wrong.
i was wrong when i saw your jaw drop from the sight of hana and i kissing.
your tears were evident but you wiped them away.
i pushed hana off of me and walked towards you.
i tried my best to apologise.
but you interrupted me with a question that i couldn't answer.
"me or her? me or hana?"
i looked down.
i mumbled something that i couldn't even hear myself.
but i knew what i said as i saw your reaction.
i said 'hana' without thinking.
and a tear rolled down my cheek, seeing your heart break.
and then suddenly,
i saw my best friend slap my girlfriend.
i pushed hana until she fell on the floor.
i hugged you.
but you pushed me back.
you threw at me a crunched paper ball and walked away.
a handful of students saw the scene and started to gossip.
but it wasn't their business,
it was mine.
i opened the crumpled paper ball and it read;
let's break up.
and the photo of hana and i kissing the day after i forgot about our date.
i curled into a ball on the floor, telling myself that i didn't lose you.
that i didn't lose the love of my life.
but reality was just a pain in the ass.

. . .