Resignation(Vkook Fanfiction Completed) @Joell95

Chapter 5: 🤗

Jungkook's POV:

I felt it. That sudden beat in my heart. Our first break up date. There's something that I had felt. When, I saw him standing from where we first met. Just like before, he is enjoying the atmosphere. And, I just can't help it but admire him. I know it's wrong, we're supposed to be letting go and moving on. Not, remembering such a lame memory.

I looked at his face. Tears are pouring down from his face.

I got worried. I just don't know, the reason why he's crying. And his face, his expression. I just hate it, whenever I see it being like that. He's hurt a lot. Yet, I don't have the idea why. Is he hurt because of the break up? Or, there's something else? But then, why didn't he say anything to make me stay? Why didn't he beg me to stay by his side instead of, doing this break up dates?

While driving home, I can't help it but to steal glances from him. He's looking out of the window. He never tried to look at me. And, I'm worried about how he act now. He's never like this.

When we got out of the car, he went out of the car without my guidance.

"Thank you. So, umm... I guess, tomorrow you can go to your work. I don't want to be such a burden. We're breaking up, yet here I am. Still with you. I'll just talk to you, if ever I'd like to go somewhere. I'll just go to rest."-he said not sparing a single glance on me.

"Careful..."- I said as I glance at his direction.

His walking inside the house now. Well, after 2 years. He had memorised the whole house now. He knew how many steps he have to do in order for him to go to some particular area.

Why do I even cared about him? I mean I don't totally care about him. Well, I'm just a bit worried. Coz since our visit to the Bangtan high school, he got cold towards me. I don't have the idea, what's running into his mind now. And, I just hate it. Being Clueless.

Taehyung's POV:

I entered the house without looking back. I just know, how hurt I am right now. That, if I looked back and then, if he saw me. Maybe, he'll see the broken pieces of my heart inside my eyes.

I'm happy for him. If he's truly happy with someone now, then I'm happy for him.

The following days, had been bitter for me. I don't have the energy to argue nor to go somewhere. I just lost everything in my mind at the first step. Well, I have 6 more steps left. But... It's just so hard for me. Especially, when I know. That deep inside my heart I'm not fully ready to let go of him. I know that, I have to let him go someday. But, I just can't right now. So, everyday. I ended up crying out my tears. I can't even eat properly just by the thought of slowly losing him.

5th day of being together:

I woke up, feeling something warm cuddle up on me. Then, I smell it's fragrance.

Am I dreaming? Is he really hugging me while sleeping? But, if this is a dream, why can't I see his face then?

Here I am again. Out of the blue, crying secretly. God knows how, I missed him. How I missed his warmth. How I missed his scent. How I missed this. But all of those, I know it's soon to fade away like it never happened. I closed my eyes to stop the tears from continuously pouring down from my face just like how, rain pours down.

Then I felt his arms moving. That's the time, I had the chance to change my position. I turned my back away from him. I just want to get away from him, from his embrace and from his scent. It's not helping me to do what I should actually do. Then, I felt his arms around my waist. It's getting tighter.

What's he doing? Did he think that, he's still sleeping with his woman? Is he perhaps, mistaken me from her?

Then, I felt my heart crumpled. It's so painful. I feel like, I'm slowly drowning from my own tears and sadness.

I tried to push away his arms to get away from it. But he just tighten up his arms around my waist.

"I missed this."-he said with his sweet voice. "Can we stay like this? Just for a bit?"-he asked innocently.

I didn't respond. Instead, I just relaxed myself with his hug. I would lie to myself, if Ill say that I didn't missed nor like his hug. But, this time. This is the truth that stabs my heart. Coz I know, he never meant it this way. Or, even if he meant it. He's just saying it, because... Because, he is guilty or maybe he feels sorry for me.

As he hugged my back tighter, the stabs in my heart got deeper and deeper. I'm afraid, someday I won't be able to breathe again. That my heart won't beat again. That it will also be tired of beating and just let go.

I'm afraid to let go, not because I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid to let go, because my heart has been beating for him. And only him. What if, when I let him go, my heart stops to beat? I'm not afraid of losing my heart beat, I'm afraid of losing the love in my heart. Between life and death. The only difference, is the love that we felt. My mother once said that, once the heart stops to beat, and the love was gone. You can't call it life anymore. That, it's like death. A living body without love, is like a dead body walking and everything without purpose.