Love Is Not Over || BTS x Reader 18+ [COMPLETE]

20. Tomorrow

Jungkook's POV

"Hey guys!" they all waved to me and smiled.

"Someone seems to be happy today..." Hoseok Hyung pointed out. My huge smile still plastered to my face, while they all just stared, waiting for me to spill.

That Saturday was the best day of my life. It was like a date, but we weren't a thing. Everything that happened that day was something that I definitely wouldn't forget. She gave me a new set of clothes too. I wasn't going to accept it but she kept insisting and I think she wouldn't stop until I took the clothes. I was with her when she bought the clothes yet I didn't notice, or maybe I did but chose to ignore it.

"What happened last Saturday was the best fucking day of my life!" They all smiled at me softly, like the way a mother smiles at their children when they write on the wall. The kind of smile that you would see when you've done something wrong but they don't want to show it.

I couldn't say much as they all interrupted me before I could even explain. Saying that I'm still too young, that I shouldn't be dating at my age or that I should put my academics first.

I only frown as I looked at them, all nagging at me, trying to point out that they're right.

"Hyung!" They all look at me, "I'm old enough! Dating one girl doesn't mean I'm going to be long term with her!" They all look at me and stop what they were doing, finally giving me a chance to speak.

"I'm done with you guys treating me like a child! You've all dated! Jimin Hyung is only months older than me, but you allow him to date! Why not (allow) me to date?! Why won't you let me have a life?!"

I angrily stand up, pushing the chair backwards and turn around to walk away, until I find (y/n), pushing someone else against the lockers. My anger just ignites even more, walking away to a different direction ignoring the calls from behind me.

Reaching the classroom, I turn my phone off, annoyed at the fact that they were able to think of a way to reach me. I sigh heavily and sit down on my chair with a heavy feeling in my heart.

I feel like a fool, wanting to try being with you. Only fools fall for you, only fools, yet I'm one of them, the biggest fool here. I was fooled that I had a chance with you, and I let myself be fooled.

I just hope that, in the span of 24 hours, everything will be back to normal; that tomorrow, I'll be able to forget about you, to forget about trying to pursue you, and to forget that you even existed, but everyone knows that, that's impossible; that where ever I look you'll be there, talking with your friends looking like a cold bitch.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.

I just hope.
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