Falling out of Love | J.JK

01

"Where were you at, Jungkook?", I spat as soon as I saw the silhouette of the tall man entering through our apartment door.

"None of your goddamn business."

I scoffed. "Really? After you make me wait even after midnight with an empty stomach and a heavy head, it's none of my goddamn business."

My sarcastic comment earned a glare from my said husband.

"I never told you to wait for me for dinner. I never even told you to stay awake. Do me a favor and just-jus-"

"Stay out the way? Stop caring? But, the last time I checked in the- in the vows I promised I would care. And so would you.

What happened, Jungkook? What happened to us?"

I asked while frantically moving my hands in the space between us to prove my last point.

By now Jungkook started to move towards the bathroom and before he could open the door I stopped him. My hands tightly holding the door knob.

I wanted explanation.

I wanted him to care.

Like old times.

I didn't even know what I did wrong in the first place.

"What do you want now, Y/n?", He asked in a rather hushed tone which made goosebumps run down my spine.

"I want you to care, Jungkook." I confessed trying hard not to tear up at the situation.

He looked at me and for a second I could swear I saw it in his eyes.

I saw care.

But it left as soon as it came and I was left doubting it.

"I don't know what you think of me, Y/n, but I'm not your caregiver." My head snapped up at that. I looked at him in pure shock. I couldn't believe he said that. I couldn't believe he thought of me so lowly.

I couldn't believe this was the same man I fell so deeply in love with.

I didn't want to think of a particular thought I had been having for a long time.

I didn't want to consider it.

But there was no way he could be cheating would he?

Both of us standing still in the same position with him standing in front of the bathroom door and my hands positioned on the door knob, I decided to let go.

But not before I asked him, "A-are you ch-cheating on me?". I almost slapped myself at the stuttering. I didn't want to show him any weakness.

I wasn't weak and I wasn't going to show any.

"What?", Jungkook shouted not caring that it was way past midnight and that the neighbors were asleep.

In fact at that moment none of us were really aware of our surroundings.

"You heard me. Are you cheating on me? Am I not enough? Are you that ashamed of me?"

"I don't know Y/n but you really need help."

"Tell me Jungkook, do you even still love me?" I asked grabbing his shoulder and shaking him vigorously.

At that Jungkook pushed my hands away and looked at me.

What he said next was something I was expecting but never would have thought would come true.

"Maybe I don't."

...

He doesn't love me anymore.

He doesn't care.

He doesn't give a damn about me leaving the house at this hour.

But why?

I kept asking myself the same question over and over and over.

Until my brain could not take it anymore.

I had left almost half an hour back and I had no clue where I was heading.

I glanced at the backseat of my car, through the mirror, where I kept my bag filled with my clothes and anything I could pack at that moment.

I had to leave. I had nothing else to do. I couldn't stay there after what he said.

"Maybe I don't."

"What? Y-you are just playing around right?" I chuckled nervously.

Jungkook turned his head towards me and our eyes met and stayed that way.

Two pair of eyes.

Two pairs showing two different emotions.

One with disappoinment.

The other with heartbreak.

I kept pleading him with my eyes to tell me it was a joke. That he didn't mean it.

That he did love me.

Like I did.

But he didn't and soon I started realizing it.

Slowly. Painfully slow.

And when I did, in a few long strides I walked towards the bedroom.

Swiftly opening the closet I took out a bag and started packing up whatever came in my hand.

Soon I heard Jungkook's footsteps coming towards the door frame and halting there.

"What do you think you are doing?", He asked.

I didn't reply.

"You are not leaving this house."

I didn't reply.

"Y/n take those out of that bag."

I didn't bother.

"Y/n!"

I didn't budge.

And as soon as my packing was over I went up to him.

Stood right in front of him. And looked up. I saw pure disbelief written all over his face.

But I had to do it.

And so I got on my tip toes and kissed him.

One last kiss.

By instinct his hands held my waist.

The kiss did not in any way feel like the normal kisses we used to exchange. It lasted a few seconds and it hurt me thinking I would not be kissing this man anymore. And so it was hard to pull away.

But slowly and painfully I pulled away.

"Jungkook, I won't be a burden anymore. I'm leaving. You're free now." I whispered, a pained smile on my lips.

Slowly walking towards the main door, I shared one glance towards Jungkook's shocked figure who stood in the exact same position, not moving an inch.

I stood there not moving as well.

I waited.

I was hoping he would tell me to stop.

I waited for what felt like forever looking at his back.

Waiting for him to turn and pull me in.

But he never did.

And so I left not looking back even once.

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[A/n: Okayish chapter but please stick with me lmao. I'll improve.
Also don't hate Jungkook cause of this chapter. He is an actual angel. 👼

Ok bye,
Peace out.✌️]