Nothing Left For You (Vminkook)

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Jungkook

    "I'm fine, hyung. It's not that bad here."

    "Jungkook-ah, it's been three months. I'm worried about you!"

I sigh as I take my usual seat at a cafe here in Busan. "I'm fine. I am."

    "You should come to Seoul soon, or I'll come to you." Hoseok says on the other line. "I'm worried about you."

    "Don't worry." I say, looking at the window and watching people pass by on the busy sidewalk. "I didn't call to hear you worry."

    "How's your mother then?" He asks change the subject.

    "She's alright." I say, trying to make my voice nod sound so monotoned. "I'm not staying with her anymore though."

    "Did you find your own place?" Hoseok asks. "Is it nice? Where is it?"

    "Yeah. It's alright, I guess." I say. "I was just calling you back. I have to go."

    "Oh, okay." He says, obviously not ready to end the short phone call.

    "I'll call you again tomorrow if you aren't busy." I say trying to make him feel better. "Or I'll text you later. I just have to go right now."

    "Okay, I'll talk to you soon then." He chuckles softly. "Take care of yourself and call whenever you need me."

    "Yeah." I say before ending the call and locking my phone.

After going and ordering my usual I retake my seat by the window, watching the world move around me.

Even after three months it feels like I'm still suffocating, like I'll never be able to breathe on my own again.

Even moving back home with my parents for a little while wasn't helping.

Being was worse, even though I'm working and keeping busy I still have too much time to think, too much time to hate myself.

I put myself in the position to be hurt and I deserve to live with this, I deserve to be this hurt.

I should've never fallen in love with him, I should've never let things go as far as they did, it was my fault.

I tear slips down my face, making me realize that I was crying, again.

So pathetic, actually trying to feel sorry for myself.

I wipe my eyes, sighing as I swallow my tears, I shouldn't be crying when his was my fault.

    "Excuse me?" Someone says, stopping by my table.

I look up at the voice and find a guy dressed in a grey suit, he smiles kindly. "Yes?"

    "Um, I know this might sound kind of crazy, so I apologize in advance." He chuckles before continuing. "I come here around this time everyday and I couldn't help but notice you here sometimes. You always sit here by yourself and I was just wondering why someone as pretty as you always sits here alone looking so sad."

I'm taken aback by his words, not exactly sure how I should respond.

    "I'm sorry." He chuckles. "Can I sit?"

    "Y-Yes, sure." I say, not wanting to be rude, he was being unnecessarily polite.

He sits down across from me. "I'm Namjoon, by the way."

He holds his hand out to me and I take it. "Jungkook."

    "Jungkook, it's nice to finally speak to you." He says with a dimpled smile. "I hope you aren't creeped out by me."