Paper Hearts (COMPLETED ✔️)

♡Chapter 8♡

**WARNING: IMPLIED SMUT**

Jasmine's POV

I head home, still thinking about what Brianna said about Jungkook, trying to understand him. My thoughts are stopped when I spot Jungkook pulling out of my driveway. He looks distraught. I want to honk or roll down the window to call his name, but I'm afraid he may ignore me. I pull into the garage, quickly shaking off that thought.

Once I get into the house I'm met with the realization that I forgot to pick up Troy.

"It's alright, Jaz. I'm home," My brother says.

I feel so bad that I forgot about him again. I forgot to pick him up from his practices so often that it's a routine now. Ever since the accident, my memory hasn't been the same. I often forget things. It's about time I start having reminders on my phone instead of blaming the accident on my forgetfulness.

"Sorry, Troy. I-"

"Forgot? It's alright," He says before getting ready to head to his room.

"How'd you get home?" I ask quickly.

"Jungkook...Mrs. Jeon's son," Troy says while looking at me over his shoulder.

Jungkook? How very thoughtful of him.

"That's nice," I respond.

My brother glances at me for another second and continues ascending up the stairs. He always acts like it's fine that I forget easily and that it's normal, but it's not. Every time Troy looks at me, I can see the hurt in his eyes, no matter how well he tries to hide it. I hate how my family...even my friends are trying to normalize this.

I head to my room and begin getting ready to create the signs for Math League. I've already started helping Mrs. Kasongo order snacks for our practices. I also am going to help look into ways we can raise money for our team. We need shirts and funds for transportation and hotel rooms. I'm really excited!

As I finish up the last things, my phone rings. It's Josh.

"Hey," I respond.

"You okay? I just wanted to check on you," He says carefully.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay because you've been acting a little distant with me. You always seem embarrassed to do our normal PDA."

"Really?" I ask.

"Yes, really, Jaz. It's eating me away. Is it because of our last phone call?" He asks.

Honestly, I don't even know anymore. I didn't realize I was pushing him away. The simple touches he gives just don't feel the same anymore.

"No," I respond.

"No?" He asks with an attitude. "Listen Jaz, baby. You can tell me anything," He finishes, sounding desperate.

"I know," I simply reply.

"Then tell me! I know something is bothering you."

I feel like a terrible girlfriend that I can't spill to him, but I can share my conflicts with a complete stranger. I want to tell him, but I can't. I'm not ready, but it's weighing in on me. I bite down on my lip in anticipation.

"Josh," I start.

"Yes, baby?"

"J-Josh," I say again, voice cracking. "I'm sorry."

"F-for what?" He asks so calmly, it scares me. 

"I'm sorry for being a terrible girlfriend. I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm sorry for making you feel unwanted. I'm sorry for k-"