it was just another day. you had just gotten off from work and was on your way home, tapping your fingertips on the steering wheel along to music that played on the radio. you always had a nice drive home since you got off late at night and there was barely ever people on the roads.
you texted your boyfriend of 6 months, jungkook, to let him know that you were on your way home and to see if he was there. you knew that he probably wasn’t because he always came late.
when you started your job, he was against it. he was didn’t like how late you got off either. he told you that you wouldn’t need a job and that he would take care of you. you knew that he was fully capable of taking care of you and supplying you with everything you needed and wanted but you wanted to have some type of independence.
he had all of the money in the world and he would never say that he was broke. that word wasn’t in his vocabulary unless he was talking about bones. if you wanted something, expensive or not, you got it.
once you pulled into the parking lot of your home, you quickly grabbed your things, got out of your car and made your way into the apartment complex. luckily, you got to take the elevator alone.
while on your way up, you checked your phone in hopes of seeing a text from jungkook , but you saw nothing.that same feeling of worry that always invaded your stomach at these times were making it’s return. you hated it.
you stepped out of the elevator and slowly walked to your door, basically dragging yourself now. your mind was clouded with thoughts but only one really had you thinking ; is he cheating on me?
you stopped at your door and put your things down beside you, grabbing your keys from one of your pants loops. while in the process of unlocking your door, you heard the sound of the elevator doors open. you squinted your eyes as you saw someone limping towards you.