bts imagines

talking badly about you [j.jk] | 2

i walked into the apartment, the dull feeling settling in my chest even more.
should i stay here? or do i get as far away from jungkook as i can, which is what i need the most right now?
i decided on the second option. i walked upstairs and grabbed an empty suitcase, and began packing as much as i can. i need to find a place to stay for a couple nights.
my heart stopped when i heard the apartment door being swung open and loudly shut downstairs.

i quickly finished up the packing.
he's going to find me anyway.
i began walking downstairs, and surprisingly didn't find jungkook straight away. taking the opportunity, i rushed to the front door.
just as i was about to leave, i felt someone push me backwards, my back hitting their chest firmly.
they spun me around to face them, and accordingly, i was met with jungkook.
not allowing me to react, jungkook placed his lips on mine, hard.

i felt numb. numb as he desperately moved his lips against mine, waiting for a response from me.
i found my strength after a couple seconds, and using all of it, pushed jungkook off of me.
"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" i spat.
he can't just come in here and kiss me as if nothing had happened.
"y/n. i need to explain." he begged, his eyes beginning to gloss with tears.
my heart broke at the sight.

but i couldn't let my guard down.

i scoffed. "explain what, jungkook? explain that you've wanted to break up with me and i keep giving you reasons to do that? explain how you've been treating me like fucking nothing for god knows how long? explain how you never seem to understand that all i've ever wanted to do was love you?" my voice cracked at the end of my sentence. i bit my lip, trying my best to conceal the emotions that were threatening to make their presence clear.

jungkook took a step towards me, causing me to take a step back. he looked visibly hurt by my action.
he began. "i'm sorry. i really am. work has just been so stressful, and i took my stress and placed it all on you in the worst possible way, and i regret that."
i shook my head. "that doesn't justify your actions. if you didn't want to be with me, you could have just said so instead of constantly leaving me wondering what i did to make you in a bad mood all the time."
i gripped my suitcase and attempted to walk out the door, but was stopped by jungkook. tears piled at the corner of his eyes.

"y/n. please. i'll treat you right. i can't explain to you how much i regret it. a second chance is all i ask for. please don't go." he cried, lowering his head as tears slowly streamed down his cheeks.
i felt a large amount of anger dissipate. the urge to embrace him and reassure him grew stronger by the second.
but i stood my ground.
"i just need time, okay? if you can give me that, maybe we can work through this." i said, my voice gentle.
jungkook looked up at me, his eyes red and beginning to puff up.
and slowly, he began to let go of my hand.

i turned around and walked out of the front door.
this will be beneficial. i know it will. we both need time, and if it still doesn't work out afterwards, that will be the last straw.
everything in me is telling me that this is a bad idea. that giving jungkook some sort of a chance will break me at the end. that i'll regret what i am.

but something is telling me,

that maybe everything will be okay.