Too Good

The Quiet

Jungkook lies there in his bed, listening to your footsteps receding down the hallway and swallows hard as the tears threaten to spill over onto his cheeks. 'Patience' he told himself, you were just timid, scared of being hurt again. The worst part, he thought, was that you had convinced yourself that you weren't worthy of love. 'Change her mind' his heart seemed to whisper as it thumped against his rib cage.

He tossed and turned that night, mind fighting his heart, heart fighting his logic. 'Keep pushing' ... 'her away'... 'show her'... 'you can't lead the blind'. Finally, he had enough. He stood up with his hands on his head shaking it as he paced around the cold wooden floor of his apartment. 

Taking his phone off the charger he picks it up and starts dialing your number. He stops himself setting it back on the nightstand face down.

The phone rings as you walk home in the brisk fall air, fumbling it out of your bra. You see the name on the screen and you answer it "I'm sorry Kookie but I really can't do this with you right now." When there's no response you pull the phone from your ear and look at the screen. Puzzled by the dead air you place it back to your ear "Kookie?" silence, then you hear him mumbling in the background "call her coward. Just fucking call her!"

You can hear that he's pacing by the way his voice gets louder then quieter as he curses himself. Finally, you hear rustling and you hang up quickly. "Fuck" you curse under your breath, stopping a block short of your apartment. Your breath forms steam as the heat evaporated into the slightly chilled air outside. You'd been in such a hurry you'd forgotten your coat when leaving his apartment. 

You look down at your phone again then shove it into your bra again willing it not to ring anymore. Of course it did just as you reached the front steps of your building. You try your best to silence it against your bosom as your doorman greets you. Cheeks flushing you fish the phone out and silence it.

"C'mon, y/n, answer!" Kookie pleads on the other end of the line. When it goes to voicemail he sighs and hangs up, plopping back down on his bed. "Please y/n" he mumbles to himself "let me show you." Jungkook crumples down into a ball on his bed, folding in on himself, holding his phone in his hand tightly. Energy spent from a night out before the argument he falls fast asleep just as his phone buzzes.

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From: Y/n - "I'm sorry."