POOLS | jungri

prologue.

the morning sunlight seeped into her room through his thin white blinds, greeting the floor, as it found a place to land on. yerim shuffled in her bed, her mind slowly waking up as memories of last night start to hit her consciousness, as the first thoughts in the morning. 

she lost a lover, the night before.

he was someone who smoked five days in a week, yet he tells her that she's the reason he can't breathe right now in his life. and yet she was someone who could and would do anything for him. she loved bad boys, and maybe she fell for a particularly bad boy this time.

she was always proud, and was deemed gorgeous ever since she was a baby. her family loved her, her relatives always looked forward to meeting her at family gatherings, her friends cherished her, and the boys worshiped her despite of her proud and spoiled attitude. she almost never said sorry to anyone in her whole seventeen-year life, because no one would ever hate her. 

her hand slowly flew to her eyes, which she gently rubbed, then opened. her room was in a disastrous mess, which reminded her of what her ex lover was. he was a mess, but she loved him hopelessly despite of all the red flags that she had already sensed even before they started dating.

she was hurt so much from the night before, more scarred from her previous occasional flings with attractive boys. she thought it would be an ordinary heartbreak morning, but apparently it hurt her much more than she expected. 

to her, love was always a worthless game. because after all the mind games and love you get from the other person, in the end, you're still going to be left with a broken heart which no medication, no doctor could ever heal.

she was clearheaded and regretful now, and she made herself a promise.

she promised never to fall for anyone again.

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jungkook was definitely the neighbourhood's boy next door. the boy who would knock at your window at two in the morning, saying that he missed you. the boy who would willingly rush to your place if you called saying you needed comfort. he was the boy everyone wanted and loved.

and definitely far from yerim's ideal type.

but he never experienced any sort of love. he came from a family who never gave him an actual picture of what love looks like. his parents divorced when he was five, and he was the only child. he had experienced late nights when he couldn't sleep due to arguments of his parents, countless nights when he heard quiet and painful crying in his mother's room when his parents started fighting and in the end, separated. 

he had seen love, he had seen heartbreak and he had seen a heart which vowed never to love again.

ever since young, he had this mindset that love is a dangerous thing which hurts people. 

and maybe that was why he never experienced any sort of love. 

or maybe, he didn't want to.

until he met kim yerim, who only loved bad boys.

and he was a good boy.