You can't save me, I'm damaged goods.

What

What? How did I get here? I thought to myself as I woke up. The last thing I remembered from last night was sitting on the bench when suddenly Jungkook wrapped me in his jacket. Had he carried me home?

It was a Sunday so I didn't have to work. I looked forward to a day of just being lazy and watch some Netflix. That was what I normally did because I rarely actually went out. Yoongi's birthday had been an exception, and also the coffee with Jungkook. I preferred it this way because at home I didn't have to pretend to be alright.

The sun had been up for a while. It was almost one in the afternoon. I went down to make some noodles and put on a random show. As I watched I kept zooming out while remembering my conversation with Jungkook. To be honest, I had been pretty wasted so it was hard, but luckily I didn't have much of a hangover. I don't know why but I always felt good the day after drinking. In the end, we had talked a lot about his girlfriend I think. Seriously, what a bitch. She had Jungkook as a boyfriend, one of the nicest people I have met and she still treated him so poorly. If he had been my boyfriend then I would never-
I cut myself off from going too far. It wouldn't end well if I continued down that path. I couldn't catch feelings for someone, especially not him.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, I didn't do anything constructive I just lazed around. There were many chores that I should do, and I would probably feel better after doing them, but I couldn't find the power in me to even begin.

The day after

I woke up unusually positive. It wasn't because I had something great planned, and it certainly wasn't work that had me excited, it was someone I would meet at work. I knew it was stupid, and dangerous for my mental health but in the short time that I had known Jungkook, I had fallen for him.

Making sure to be extra quick with my morning routine, I was out the door before half an hour had passed.  My walk was considerably lighter and I almost skipped down the street. Work had never seemed so inviting and warm from the outside as it did now. I walked through the doors with a bright smile on my face

"Hey, Jin!" I called out lightly, not because I would be rude if I didn't but because I genuinely wanted to. He looked up, his face a bit confused at first and then shocked. "H-hey Jimin," He answered, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open a bit. I ignored his expression and went to get my apron.

"You don't, coincidently, know when Jungkook's coming here," I asked Jin as I tried to seem casual about it. "ah," he nodded knowingly, "Coincidently, as his boss, I do actually. He's supposed to start in ten minutes". I nodded in answer trying to look like I didn't care.

Jin was right because five minutes later Jungkook came inside. I smiled shortly to myself before returning to take the order of a customer. He put on his own apron and started walking around the tables to make sure the customers had all they needed. I finished taking the order and made sure to pass him on my way back. "Hey, Jungkook. Good morning" I said brightly, I felt ridiculously confident as I talked. "Hi," he mumbled back, but it sounded insincere and cold. My heart stumbled a bit at his response, and I looked back at him. He didn't turn and talked to some customers like nothing happened. I was too distracted by him so I forgot to look where I was going, and suddenly I crashed into somebody. It was another waitress at the restaurant, and she was carrying some empty glasses in her hand. I fell down and she stumbled over me.  The sound of breaking glass filled the restaurant. Everyone was looking at us, and my face reddened in embarrassment.  My hands found their way to the ground, and I tried to support my weight on them to stand up. What I hadn't noticed were small parts of glass laying under my right hand, and they cut into my palm. "Ow," I hissed and lifted my hand to look at the damage. Some blood was oozing out at three different holes, and they all hurt like hell.