Perfect Strangers | jjk ff

Let Go

Soon enough, I realized Aeri wasn't the only one who was keeping up the masquerade of being my "friend" and was using me this entire time.

As the word spread regarding my breakup with Taehyung, all of my peers and those who I truly cared for drifted apart from me, not even exchanging a single "hey" with me in the halls or classes ever again.

It hurt, really.

But at least I still had Jungkook, and that was more than enough for me.

Right as I was about to get lost in my saddening thoughts yet again for the billionth time today, an emphatic knock on my front door luckily snapped me out of it.

"Coming!" I shouted audibly for the visitor, promptly getting off of my sofa and jogging towards the entrance of my house.

Opening my door swiftly, I grinned in merriment at the familiar sight of my source of happiness, also known as Jeon Jungkook, standing there.

"Hi." I greeted, but he bizarrely returned it with a forced smile and a somber "Hey."

Not receiving the same energy back from my boyfriend, I frowned in dissatisfaction and asked with my greatest concern, "What's wrong?"

Jungkook let a melancholic sigh escape from his mouth, then told me truthfully, "I need to tell you something."

Speculating that it must be something serious, I quickly shut the door behind me so we could converse in complete privacy outside.

"So... What's up?" I questioned, leaning against the concrete wall right beside my door and giving him my undivided attention.

With an increasingly gloomy and despondent aura emanating from his body, Jungkook informed me of the catastrophic news. 

"My mom's forcing me to move back home."

Gasping in shock with widened eyes, I questioned frantically, "W-What?! Why?!"

"She's super pissed about me getting expelled from school and she thinks I don't deserve to stay here." he complained as he rapidly ruffled his bangs with his fingers, clearly irritated himself.

"But it wasn't your fault!" I defended entirely on his side, knowing for a fact that Jungkook was more of the victim than anything behind whatever bullshit story created by the one and only Kim Taehyung, the villain behind all this complication.

"I know, but you have no idea how stubborn my mom is. I tried to tell her what really happened but she wouldn't listen." he rubbed his temples stressfully, demonstrating how he has probably been thinking about this issue a lot for the past few days.

Witnessing him in such a state of frustration truly made my heart ache, and I couldn't resist the impulse to give him a hug of easement.

Attacking him with a vehement embrace and burying my face in his thick sweatshirt, I tightened my locked arms around his waist and placed my puffed cheek on his chest.

"I don't want you to go..." I admitted in all honesty, and Jungkook leaned forward and enveloped me in his arms for as long as he could, as if this was the very last physical contact he was allowed to have with me. 

"Me too Hana... Me too..." he muttered in such a heart-wrenching manner, then slowly released me and held me by my shoulders.

"Hana..." Jungkook called my name again, but this time, in a way that sounded like it was the most excruciating word to say for him.

Although initially looking down at the ground, he took a breath, uplifted his face, and stared into my perplexed gaze.

"Let's break up."