February 14, 2017
The soft chime of my alarm luls me out of my sleep in the morning. I wake up by myself, faint memories of soft lips pressing to my forehead at 6AM flow back to me. My heart is light at the memory and I smile as I arch my back and reach for the sky until I hear the pleasing crack and sigh.
I yank the thick blanket from my body and swing my legs over the bed. My toes dance against the bedside rug until they meet with the velvet of my slippers. I stand, feeling an overwhelming surge of uncontrollable happiness. I spin and twirl in the room, dancing by myself in silence.
And he always said sleeping in was bad for you.
Look what its done to my mood! I feel energized and ready to take on the entire days work.
As I leave the room, a tune with lyrics that I can't remember is whistled throughout the home.
I walk into the kitchen to get something to eat. The time on the stove reads 11:03AM. I'm not surprised at how late it is. Working nonstop the previous days, I don't feel guilty taking advantage of my only day off.
Whistling the same, wordless tune, I make myself breakfast while the morning is still young. Fried cubes of potato with a strip of steak and sunny side egg make up my single breakfast. I take my time eating, enjoying my food. By the time that's done, it's nearly noon.
The remainder of the day is spent cleaning. Doing the dishes, washing and folding laundry, sweeping and mopping the floors. I plop myself down on the couch and only have a short amount of time left to myself before the clock reads 4PM.
I can't contain my giddiness.
He'll be home soon.
Wanting to be ready when he comes home, I make my way into my freaky cleaned bathroom and quickly turn on the water. I wash myself quickly, patting myself dry afterwards and roaming between rooms in nothing but my undergarments. I open the window in the bathroom to allow the heat to escape and for the cool breeze outside to chill the humid space. Once it's again breathable in the bathroom, I style my hair and apply my makeup.
The time for when he comes back approaches slowly. Way too slowly, it seems. I am surprised that my hair, makeup, and getting dressed only took me a little over an hour.
My phone rings.
I hope you're ready. I'll be there very shortly. ~JK
My heart flutters in excitement, stomach leaping with anxious joy as Ityoe back my response. Content with the way I look, I make my way back into the living room and sit on the couch. I finish my show as I wait.
I can't help but to pick at the hem of my shirt. I want to go back to my room and change.
I hope you aren't stressing about the way you look and changing your outfit every time. Wear what you have on now, I bet you look stunning. ~JK
Puckering my lips, I smile and roll my eyes. The telepathy is amazing between the two of us.
My pink lace off the shoulder blouse is paired with white pants and white slip on shoes. My hair is straight as it rests down my back and my makeup I light and pretty.
I wonder distantly if Jungkook would like how I look, but I remind myself that he always likes how I look.
My head shoots to the door when there is two sharp knocks beating on to it.
I stand to my feet and walk over to the wood, clicking the lock and pulling open the door. He stands there, goofy smile on his face. He rocks from the tips of his toes to his heel, hands behind his back. His eyes sparkle as he takes in my appearance.
"Like I said--stunning." The corners of his eyes crinkle.
I don't stop the giggle from escaping my mouth and bite down on my lower lip. Butterflies are released from their cages as Jungkook breathes in my appearance.
3 years and this man still makes me nervous. Still gives me butterflies like it's the first time we meet.
"Stop looking at me like that," I blush, hiding behind the door.
"No," he whines. "Come back, you are just so beautiful and I love looking at you." He reaches for me and pulls me away from the door. "Ah, there she is."
"Stop it, let's go," I slap at his chest and step out of our home making sure to lock the door behind us.
Date night is spent at the movies, coming close to it's end at a restaurant nearby. Conversation between us is constant. There's not a second where one of us isn't talking and it's one of the best feelings ever.
Deja vu tries to spoil my night multiple times. Not being able to control myself, I cling onto Jungkook as if our lives depended on it. The boy being cuddly himself didn't mind it.
One last stop before we finally make our way home.
The beach.
The beach that's held so much significance in our relationship.
The moon is large and bright, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore is soothing and peaceful.
We walk hand in hand along the shoreline, shoes left behind in the car. Wet sand keeps between toes and cold water rinses it away.
Its silent between us for most of our walk.
"Jaeun?" He speaks quietly.
I pull myself out of my daze as I noticed he stopped walking. His eyes held an undescribable emotion and worry blossomed in my chest.
"What's wrong?" I quickly ask, raising my free hand to cup his cheek. He holds my hand and closes his eyes.
"Jaeun, I can't do this with you anymore."
My heart races. "W-What?"
"Jaeun, I'm tired.. You're not tired?"
Confusion crashes within me. "Tired of what? Jungkook, you're scaring me."
"What you're doing isn't healthy. You're hurting yourself, you're hurting me. Neither of us can be at peace anymore because you refuse to let go."
"Kookie... I don't understand." I speak slowly to try and get the words through to him. "Are you breaking up with me?"
He sighs and lets go of my hand. Taking my other hand off of his face, he holds both of our hands in between us.
"You have to let me go."
"Let you go where? Where are you going?"
"You have to let me rest."
"Then let's go home and you can rest all you want."
"I'm not at peace, Jaeun. Let me rest and be at peace."
He cups my cheeks in his palms. Dark eyes flicker between my teary ones. His thumbs circle my cheeks.
"It's hard. But I need you to know that it's okay to move on. I'm always going to be with you, okay?" A warm kiss is pressed against my forehead.
"Jaeun, its for your own good."
I'm unable to question the boy before he lifts me bridal style and tosses me as far as he can into the murky water. Shock consumes my body as cold encases me. I flail my arms underneath the water but I'm unable to pull myself back to the surface. My head feels as though it's expanding and my chest feels tight as my oxygen levels decrease rapidly.
I'm unable to hold my breath any longer and breathe in the water.
