UNTHERAPY || KTH ☠︎

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You're sitting on the swing in the children's park of the neighborhood and sipping on the yoghurt, deep in thought.

What does he want?

You voice out your question.

"I.." he scratches the back of his neck and you're noticing how he's only grown more gorgeous from before.

Your eyes are running over his every feature and trying to drink and swallow every detail before he's gone. Like a desperate thirsty traveller in a desert when a flask of water is finally pressed against his lips..

Just that the flask belongs to someone else.

You remind yourself that he's now someone else's. He never was yours.

And as this stinging pain bites you in your heart, you feel confident enough to look him in the eye.

"What is it?" You repeat for the third time. He's only staring at you.

"Your aunt." He says, "She called my Mom."

Oh.

Okay.

So he's not concerned about you. Just here to pass a message.

You mentally sigh.

"And?"

"She wants to drop off your younger brother. She has to leave for a business trip to Japan."

That selfish old hag.

"Oh.."

"She doesn't have my contact number?" You brood. How can she not?

"Okay. Thanks for the message. Do you have her contact number?" You ask.

He fumbles with his jacket and you think he's about to hand you a card or something, but he only zips down his jacket and hands it to you.

"And this.." you automatically take it, unable to stop yourself. "..This is yours."

"What?" You ask blankly.

"I could never give you anything in the past-"

"Jungkook, you gave me a life. I'm literally living on my second gem." You roll your eyes and he laughs. You give him his jacket back. He doesn't take it.

"This is not a game, y/n. I just hope you don't run out of gems with regrets."

"What do you care?" You blurt out before you know. He doesn't even look surprised that you have managed to be bitter about it. " You belong to somebody else now, so why the unanticipated affection? I don't think you have to do-"

"I'm doing this not for you, or her." The way his tongue rolls out the 'her' has you feeling like he's not having a great relationship there either. You hate yourself for it, but you're teeny tiny pleased to know that and almost do a small dance of glee in your head.

You kick the ground and start swinging. He regards you with reproach and when you don't look like you give a rat's ass, he joins you on the swing next to you, only not swinging and turns to you to continue his monologue.