C H A P T E R F I V E
I was spacing out the entire day, I wasn't able to do my work properly, my uncle scolded me for many times in just a day. I tried to divert my mind on my work yet it's not working. I changed my clothes into pajamas and laid down my bed.
I turned my head to the side greeting me with a Jungkook poster. I smiled sadly and looked away, everytime I see his posters, pictures or hear his voice make me tear up, to be honest I haven't been accepting the fact that he left BTS.
I still can't.
I snatched my phone from the bed side table and turned on the lamp. I chose a song from my BTS Playlist. I played 'Begin'.
Am I a masochist now? I might be.
I wonder what is he doing now? He have his family beside him to support him to whatever decision he will make. This is my stop, I do not play any role in his life, I'm just his fan and I couldn't go beyond that line.
I wish I can do something to make him feel better.
