𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑶𝒏 / 𝑱.𝑱𝑲 ✔️

Chapter 8

(Y/N POV)

Something quite unexpected took place.

I was only suppose to stay at Jungkook's for a couple of weeks... but it's been five years since I moved in

Every time I planned to leave, he only pressed me to stay.

And he would continue to, over and over, to the point where we both just agreed that I should really move in.

He loves me like family, even calls me his sister...

It's excruciating because I.. I love him too, and oh boy, not in a sisterly way.

Jungkook made me so happy for so long, but as I get older, this one sided love thing is taking a toll on me.

It's one big trigger that reminds me of how undesirable I am....

This feeling of shame, it's so painfully familiar.

My depression was getting better too and now it's as bad as it was in high school.

Don't get me wrong, Jungkook turned my life around for the better since I've been here.

It's a miracle that I met him...

We're both enrolled in online college classes as well.

Things have been going fairly smooth... but on the inside, I still suffer in silence...

There was a knock from the outside of the closet door.

Y/n:come in.
I hummed

Just then, Jungkook's curious face peaked in through the door.

Jungkook:lets go say hi to the new neighbor!
He suggested.

Y/n:alright.
I softly smiled at him.

We left to the room beside ours where Jungkook knocked on the door.

"hello, may I help you?"
A weirdly familiar feminine voice said.

I held my head down, uninterested in the situation.

Jungkook:hi, I'm Jungkook, we're your next door neighbors in room 201, this is my little sister Y/n.

My heart took a blow from his words.

We only agreed to introduce ourselves as siblings incase someone recognized me as the missing girl.

I technically have a new identity, except I haven't change my name.

He smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder.

Since I was introduced, I had to look up.

But when I did...

My stomach dropped.

The world felt like it was spinning.

Momo.

The girl who's at fault for my high school years being a living hell