Who Are You? - JJK [COMPLETED]

/Fake Love/

I'm kind of confusing. Clearly from my stories, they're kind of complicated. Because I think I write very confusing chapters, all those commas and different words. But, that probably because I'm the author, and every author thinks their writing is shitty. EVERY AUTHOR. The authors always apologize for writing "bad" (even though it's fine) So, 😐 sorry.

Y/N's POV~

"Love him?"

I blinked and shook off my thoughts, then scoffed.

"As if. I don't know why I said that," I answered, confused myself.

"What do you mean?" Bora questioned.

I thought for a while.

"I mean... it hurts you know. One day he acts all husband like, then the next day he's just...himself. I don't even know anymore. But, I don't think he wants a life with me, and neither do I. I'm done." I was kind of taken aback by my words, but there's no stopping it now. After all, it's true.

It's weird, I'm not someone who blurts out centimental crap.

"Y/N, I don't understand. I know things aren't going good between you two, but I thought it was getting better."

I shook my head.

"It's only been falling apart." The waitress came back with the drinks. She placed my glasss of water in front of me and I stared at it. Bora reached for my hand.

"Don't think about it alright. I'm sure things will be fine," she said. I took my eyes off the glass then onto Bora.

"You're supposed to be supporting me Bora," I said coldly.

Like you always do, except today.

She bit her lip and sighed.

"I'm not supporting anyone. I'm just trying sort everything out," she replied.

"I don't want things sorted out. I want...divorce." (A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter just doesn't make sense. This is probably sounds like trash, because I didn't have any ideas.)

Bora looked a bit alarmed.

"You can't. Th-

"I know, I know I can't. But what if we get divorce, and then act like we didn't in front of his parents. And my aunt and uncle."

She let out a laugh.

"That's not how it works, Y/N."

"I'm being serious," I said pouting a little.

She laughed more.

"We'll talk about his later, ok?"

I nodded, then picked up my glass of water and drank half of it.

Bora's eyes started at me intensely.

"What?" I shot.

She broke off, then looked at me.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, okay?"

I gave her a confused smile.

"I'm sorry for what I've done," she said.

I nodded and played along with it.

"You should be."

"Huh?"

"You should be sorry, for making me be your friend. Nothing's more painful."

"Hey, that's not...

I started laughing and she joined in.

~Later~

"Bye," I said weakly.

"Take care," Bora said. I nodded and shut the door behind her. Jungkook wasn't home.

My head buzzed and hurt bad. I stumbled my way to the bathroom. One of my shoe came off. I groaned and walked towards the bathroom door.

I felt drunk.

I stepped in and held on to the sink. Leaning in, I threw up. I let out another groan. I looked in the mirror. My lips were thin and dry, and my face looked pale. I was tired and almost like half dead. I washed my face and cleaned up. Then slowly walked towards the staircase using all my strength.

Is this death. Probably.

Pain rushed through my body, and tears came through the corner of my eyes. I held on to the rails form the outside then tried to walk up the steps, I couldn't. My eyes blurred, and feet dragged by the floor. My head softly fell against it.

Everything turning into pitch black darkness.

JUNGKOOK's POV~

I opened the door and stepped in then shut the door back. I yawned and scratched my head.

She should be home by now.

"Y/N." I said gently.

No response. One of the shoe lay in front of the door. I rolled my eyes.

I dragged myself to the stairs, but then stopped.

A thin, pale figure lay across the floor.

Did she decide to sleep here instead?

"Y/N," I whispered.

Y/N's hands were half closed against the rails of the stairs, her body on the floor. Her lips were thin and paper like.

She looked almost,..dead.

I shouldn't have trusted.

A/N: Sorry if your confused. It sounds like trash.

Vkook!

<3<3<3
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