Just Her (Lisa X Unnamed)

31

Story Setting: Sixth week of(the bold texts) and after medical mission(regular texts).

💎💎💎

- Jungkook

"What the-..."
She cut herself there, not wanting to curse, not wanting to cuss towards me.

"Seriously, Jungkook. I'm working here, doing my job and you're thinking like that, with those kinds of things!?"
She's frustrated, I know, I can hear...

"I know I'm taking too long. I know I said we only will spend one month but I also said that it is tentative and may change depending on the situations here..."
She took a deep breathe...

"Seriously, Jungkook. You're really doubting me? Are you fucking thinking rationally?"
She questioned with a curse and that poke my nerves a little.

"What am I suppose to think? You barely send me messages, we rarely talk properly. I can't even remember a moment thatZoe we had a proper talk for the past weeks since you got there. I can't call you in day, because you said you're working so I would call every night but every time I will, it's either you're already sleeping or drinking with your friends there. What am I suppose to think!? What!?"
This is the first time, personally or even on a call, that I yelled on her.

"Chaeyoung, Park Chaeyoung! All I'm asking is you to give me at least an hour to talk to you before sleeping. I'm not demanding for so much. I can't see you, I can't talk to you, and you're not giving me even a text message. What do you think should I feel? Be grateful about it? Hey, I'm your boyfriend. I miss you."
My voice cracked at the end, my expression softened and I felt guilty by yelling.

I was hoping after my words, that she will feel less angry just like how I had but that just calmed her a little on the outside appearance and yet...

"You miss me, but you don't trust me enough..."
I am surprised with it, her words pushed me to realization harshly and I haven't responded yet but she...

"Let's end this conversation here for now. Let's talk some other time. I'm tired, Jungkook. Good night."
Finished the discussion there, hand the phone up and left me hanging in despair.

I covered my face with my palm and slowly brought it down to my neck, massaging the tired face I have. I rested my head on the wall where the head board of my bed is touching and breathed out...

I feel like we fought over a tiny thing...
And it's making feel regret but I also can't blame myself for thinking that way, there's no hint of her not doing those things. I mean, we barely talk, and I can't see her...

How can I trust a no proper evidence of doing nothing?

Plus...
I miss her, really.
But this night end up like this. And I want to call myself as the culprit, the one who's at fault, the one to blame.

For the second time... I sighed.
I stood up and think of nothing but did what I feel like I should.

I dialed a phone number...
Not really thinning of anything, I just talked when the person answered.