Living here has been great. i have faced no serious issues. Well, except the ones concerning Jungkook and his family. Nothing has changed, i suggested he talked calmly to his mom about the situation and that he should try to convince her and some how prove to her that what her husband has done is entirely true and he is not loyal. I try my hardest not to get involved, but how can i not when i have grown to care so much for Jungkook and seeing him go through this is nothing but difficult and tough. When i see him cry, all i want to do is make him smile and laugh. I join him sometimes and just cry along with him. I know the pain he's going through. No one as amazing and kindhearted as him deserves to be going through what he's going through.
I walk into Jungkook's room, offering him a plate of chicken alfredo i had spent my time in the kitchen making for the both of us. I had set the table and called him multiple times, but he wouldn't come out, making me grow curious and worried. Lately, he's been trying to hide his emotions after the night we had spent crying and crying trying to get to know each other better and where i explained to him my situation with my parents and everything i just chose to run away from. I ran away from my problems. They say facing the problems is the best thing to do, but in my situation, facing the problems would have been deadly and extremely difficult.
-FLASHBACK-
"Jungkook?!" I shouted, concerned as i ran into his room. Jungkook hadn't left his room that day at all. All that was heard was the tiny sobs that left him, red marred his face from continuously rubbing the sleeve of his oversized black hoodie on his nose to keep the runny wet liquid from leaving his nose, as well as the tears that ran down his face. He looked extremely miserable, and seeing him in this state only pulled at my heart, making it ache in pain.
"Jungkook! Look at me." I told him, determined to light up his mood, but when he looked up at me I looked directly into his eyes, seeing nothing but darkness, anger and sadness. It hurt. Jungkook, the one i had met on the airplane, the one who lightened up my mood when i was at the lowest point of my life, that jungkook. He was suffering. He knew that his dad had been cheating on his mom with the hotels house keeping, but for some reason i suppose seeing her once again only reminded him that he had grown love for her, and she knew, but instead she chose to sleep with his dad. Disgusting. The thought only made me angry and disgusted. It's extremely tough having to sit here and look at him suffer for someone like her, someone who chose his dad and his dads money over him and his love. It's pathetic and frustrating. Jungkook is amazing. I haven't known him for too long, but let me tell you; it sure feels like i've known him for eternity. Ever since i saw him on the airplane, something about him drew my attention. And here we were. He had given me a place to stay and had given me the distraction i needed from all my insecurities and problems back home. I usually, always saw happiness and positivity coming from him, but when i saw this, this dark and alone look in his eyes... I did nothing but just join him in his sadness and cried. I didn't want to cry. I wanted to be strong. Strong for him, but how exactly was i supposed to. My heart just broke, and I just let it out.
"Jungkook, please. Please! Please. Talk to me. Explain this pain you feel. Iv'e been there before." I told him taking him into my embrace as i sat down next to him, on the floor.
"Y/n. It's hard. Knowing she chose my on father over me."
"Look, Jungkookie, you are strong, you are amazing and you are worth much more than that money chasing bitch. You will be ok." I told him as i rubbed his back with a hand, the other combing through his hair.
"I know. It's just- Right now my heart can't take it." He said, leaving the embrace of your hands, creating a little distance, now sitting criss-cross apple sauce.
"How about i distract you from your pain, and bring back my pain for the last time and just let it all out?" I asked, finally ready to explain to him situation.
