🌈Temptation of the forbidden/ Taekook ✔

◇Chapter 3◇

Jungkook POV

But when I wake up the next time my phone says it's 4PM in the afternoon.

My eyes are dry from shedding to many tears.

I open the messenger app on my phone, finding a ton of messages from Taehyung.

I'm sorry guk

I really am

I was drunk

I shouldn't have drunk so much

Can we please stay besties?

I need you🥺

Please guk

Call me, let's at least talk

I'm sorry

It was my mistake

Please don't let this f up our friendship

Call me guk

Please...

Ignoring him and my stupid feelings, I finally decide to leave the bed and hop change the smelly t-shirt from yesterday.

Who even changed my pants for me and tucked me in last night?

Probably Jin.

Our parents will return today, we still have to clean up.

Ugh!

Putting in my headphones, I walk straight by my sisters room, not even sparing a glance in the direction.

I don't wanna forgive her, even if you can't blame her completly.

There's always two to it and alcohol was involved too.

As I pick up the trash on the floors, I just listen to the music in my ears and talk the lyrics in my head.

Ignoring the million thoughts sapping through my brain at lightening speed at the moment.

2 hours later and I've picked up the trash, vacuumed downstairs and made sure all surfaces are clean.

Soo Ah stopped by once, but I ignored her taping on my shoulder and eventually she went to her room again.

I only have tomorrow left.

Sunday.

And then I'll have to face him in school again.

My google searches over the situation have not really found me a solution though.

1st option: Hate your friend forever because he broke bros before h*es.

2nd option: Ignore that anything happened move on and forget.

3rd option: Cut them both off for betraying your trust and be a lonely potato for the rest of your life.

It's clear as glass which one would be the best but I doubt I'd be able to forgive them both.

It's way more likely that I'll die alone and miserable because I'm  not got at forgiving.

Its 10pm when our parents come home. All  happy faces and wide smiles.

It makes me even sadder.

At our late dinner I ignore them all, poking around in my food, not hungry.

I know that it'd be advisable to eat something but I have no appetite at all.

Without a word I quickly escape once it's over with the excuse of needing to finish homework.

But in reality I'm just sitting there and stare at the moon from the 5th floor of this skyscraper.

A jump from this height would be deadly.

But I like the adrenalin that rushes through my body as I sit on the window sill , a but crouched together.

The moon enlightens the white paper of my diary, page empty.

I don't feel like writing over this day or the party so instead I draw like I always do.

Mind far away from the real world my pen moves over the paper smoothly.

Creating an image of this very situation.

A boy lit by the moon sitting on his window sill high above the street.
Normally today hair a messy nest listening to the soft sounds of the traffic below.

There are tears in his eyes, a d it takes me a second to realize that it's a tear that just dropped and soaked into the paper.

Surprised I touch my wet cheeks, wiping away the moistness with my sleeve.

I wasn't supposed to love you this much but I can't help myelf

In a flowy script I add this caption to the picture before I break completly.

The book drifts from my lap to fall to the wooden floor, as I cover my face with my hands.

No it doesn't feel like my heart has shattered into a million pieces like they say in those movies.

There's this ache I can't explain.

A stupid pain.

Because I always knew that this love would be one sided, that he'd break me someday.

But still there's a dumb part longing for him even now.

I just want him to hug me, hold me tight and whisper to me that everything will turn out just fine. That I'll get through it.

But he's not and he won't ever be.