Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

I'm Sorry, Forgive Me

Jungkook POV

I haven't left my room since I voluntarily sent Y/N right into Jongsuk's arms. I hate myself for doing that. Obviously Eunjae would've been my first choice, but I knew it was for her own good. The guys have been trying to get me to eat, but it's not worth my time. I don't have an appetite, I can barely get out of bed. I can't sleep either. Every time I close my eyes, I see her beautiful face behind my eyelids.

Sometimes I would hallucinate. I would be laying in bed and I'll see her sleeping face. I would stroke her face softly, sweeping her bangs off her face. She would begin to smile, her eyes fluttering open as she greeted me with a kiss. The moment I open my eyes, she's gone. For the past few days, it has been a never ending cycle of crying, hallucinating, and resentment. I just want to turn back time and do things differently.

"Why did you do it?"

I looked up to the door, Y/N standing there. Dark bags under her eyes from restless nights, puffy eyelids from the crying. Her bruise to be clearly seen on her arm. "I didn't mean it," I responded, a tear streaming down my cheek. I got up from my bed, slowly making my way towards her. She starts shaking, looking frightened by me. "What's wrong?" I asked her, stretching my hand to stroke her head. But she flinched, closing her eyes tightly as she kept repeating, "Don't hurt me!" My heart broke into a million pieces, stuttering as I told her, "I'm n-not gonna h-hurt you." She kept shaking her head violently, her hair becoming a mess, "Yes you are!"

She covered her face with her trembling hands, curling up into a little ball on the floor. She began rocking back and forth, "Don't hurt me...don't hurt me...don't hurt me." She sees me as a monster. I don't want her to think of me that way. I just want to explain to her why I did what I did, and how much I regretted it. How much I hate myself for it. I want to make things right. At least that much.

Then there was a knock on the door, making her shaking figure dissipate into thin air. I rubbed my eyes hard, blinking to clear my vision. She was never there. I hallucinated again. I pulled my hair, slapping myself in the face.

"Jungkook!" Seokjin yelled into the door, "Come on out!" I shook my head, whispering to myself, "I can't." He banged on the door this time, "You can't stay in there forever!" I sighed, thinking to myself, "Yes I can."

Seokjin POV

"He's so stubborn," I told Taehyung, who seemed to care less about this whole situation. He sighs, "Yeah, well he's ashamed about what he did. Who can blame him?" I shook my head in a disapproving way, "We need him to come out before he does something stupid." Taehyung sighed, "Didn't he already do something stupid?" I glared at him, "What's wrong with you? Why are you being such an asshole?" He shrugged, walking away from me. "Come back here!"

Yoongi POV

Taehyung walked into the living room, throwing himself on the couch. Seokjin came in soon after, standing in front of him like if he was in trouble for something. Like how mother's do it. "You didn't answer me," He said, his ears becoming red as he tried suppressing the volume of his voice. "What is there to say? He can rot in there for all I care," he said coldly, leaning back into the couch as he crossed his arms. "Hey," I called him, "You don't mean that." He scoffed, "Of course I do," he laughs shortly after, "Aren't you mad? He punched you." I half smiled, staring at him with dark eyes, "I punched him back."

Jimin, as the peace maker he is, came into the conversation, "Chill out guys, please." We all quiet down, going back to our own thing. Namjoon came in the room, holding his phone in his hand, "Has anyone checked up on Y/N yet?" We would at least call once a day to check up on her, making sure how she was holding up. We all looked at each other, shaking our heads. He immediately calls her, putting his phone up to his ear. He cocked his head to the side, clicking his tongue, "That's weird." "What is it?" Seokjin asked him, walking up to him. "It sent me straight to voicemail."