After they had broken up, they tried to better themselves and they did, putting up and handling 2 successful modelling agencies.
But there was a slight problem, the 2 modelling agencies are fighting for the number 1 spot.
How will they handle this w...
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❛ I do not need the kind of love that is draining, ❜
- rupi kaur
N A Y E O N
"Don't you fucking get it? I wanna leave this toxic-ass relationship! Gguk I'm so fucking tired! I'm tired of this, of us, of you," I half-assed lied. I don't know what came over me. I was just supposed to leave him, no strings attached. But since when did a heartbreak hurt this much, like a pile of concrete blocks continuously falling down my chest, pressing slowly but surely, surely to break this fragile heart of mine.
He starts pacing back and forth, his shoes were starting to leave an indent on the shaggy carpet. My heart started to beat faster and faster.
Dum! Dum! Dum!
I was expecting him to throw bitter and harsh words at me, I've already put a shield around my fragile heart only for it to melt.
"I'm sorry," He apologized while he knelt down before me. His eyes lightly glistened as the light shone upon it, he's crying because of me. He hugged my legs like a child needing his mother for comfort, while I sat there looking down on him. Who even are you? His mouth ajar like he wanted to say more, but he didn't. Why didn't you?
"I'll help you pack up. I'll call aunty to get you," He stood up, wiped the tears that could've fall and grabbed his cellular phone. I sighed heavily, am I that easy to read?
I began to pack my everyday essentials into one bag and tried my best not to shed a tear, not even a drop. Although I never planned for this day to come, something inside me just changed. It's as if I've reached my breaking point. Was this my fall? Probably. But was this all my idea? No. I am too drunken in love with this man on the phone to make such a bold move.
His replies to the other line were very much inaudible, I felt his aura get so dark to the point where I knew that even without asking him, without even looking at him, I knew that he was angry.
Mom came earlier than expected and so my departure was cut short. My heart started to lose its puzzle pieces in every step that I took leading my way out of our apartment, out of his heart.
Jungkook helped me with my luggage as he placed my trolleys and other bags into my mom's car. My mom, stayed inside the car not wanting to interrupt such a sensitive time in our relationship.
"So this is it?" He said nonchalantly, it hurt me, that this moment right now didn't seem to mean anything to him, it was like he wasn't crying just a while ago.
Remember, no strings attached!
"I guess it is, I'm sorry Gguk," I looked at him in the eyes, wanting to see him somehow affected. I wanted to feel that he still cares for me in a way. I was desperate for a reaction, even fake sympathy at this point, but nothing. His face was a blank slate.
