Numbers 27 + 32 with Jungkook (angst)
27. “You just broke the last bit of trust I had in you.”
32. “Hit me!” with Jungkook
Three chances, you gave him. Three times. Three fucking times you told him it was over. Told him that you didn’t need to put up with his bullshit. Told him that you didn’t deserve to be with someone who treated you so unfairly. And yet, each time, he would pull you into his arms. He would cry. He would apologize over and over. He would tell you he would change his ways, and that he won’t make the same mistakes ever again. He would make empty promises about keeping you happy and never wronging you again.
You came into the party, busting through the door, nobody even sparing you a glance because of how crowded the house was. A simple, oblivious text from Jimin, asking you why you didn’t tag along with Jungkook gave you all you needed to know.
You weren’t upset about him going to parties, hanging out with friends, getting shitfaced, even smoking fucking weed for goodness sake. You just didn’t get why he kept so many things from you. If you hated one thing the most, it was being lied to, and Jungkook seemed to have it in his genes. Always keeping something hidden, never managing to completely open up. You knew that was the case when you first met him, and when you first started dating, you knew that it would take a while for him to completely open up.
But you were getting fed up now. This wasn’t about him being closed up or having personal problems. This was just Jungkook being a complete asshole and not thinking about the actions of his stupid, useless actions.
However, you didn’t expect it to come to this extreme. When you saw his lips on hers, and then they parted after a few seconds with hoots and hollers from the crowd surrounding them. The fucking smile that graced his lips, as if he were fucking smug about what he just did. You really didn’t know whether to scream in rage or sob with distress, so you just stood there with your mouth agape in disbelief.
“__!” You didn’t know who called out your name, you didn’t really know anything at the moment, but you did know that it was a panicked look that came across your boyfriend’s face as his eyes searched for your figure. It didn’t take long for them to meet yours, and from your posture, he knew you saw it.
You didn’t even bother anymore. You just couldn’t fucking bother, why should you?
The music was still playing but almost everyone around you was quiet, looking intently to see what happens now as if it were the fucking apocalypse. But you weren’t about to give that to them, simply turning around with a blank look on your face as you made your way straight to the door.
“Shit..” You heard him say right before you exited the door.
You were already halfway down the street when you heard him calling your name.
“__! __! Wait..”
You kept walking.
“__,” he said your name one last time before you felt him grip your arm and turn you around to face him abruptly. You flinched and shook his arm away aggressively.
“Don’t touch me!” You yelled, your voice sounding loud in the quiet night.
“__, please, just-” He ran a hand through his hair anxiously. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m drunk, we were smoking just five minutes ago. They were all cheering and yelling for me to just do it. It meant nothing, baby, you know that.”
You didn’t even realize that tears, without your consent, had started streaming down your face freely. His eyes filled with even more regret at the sight of you in tears, and he lifted a hand to wipe them away, but you only flinched once again and stepped further back.
“I said don’t touch me!” You sobbed, wiping hastily at the tears, but only more seemed to come down, so you just gave up and let them be. “You love me. Jungkook?” Your voice was suddenly quiet, and you sniffled. “Do you love me?”
“I do, I fucking do,” he answered quickly, stepping forward. You took another step back.
“Do you even know what love is?” You asked. “It means you’ll do anything to make that person happy, anything. It means you won’t hurt them, and if happen to actually hurt them, it’ll hurt you ten times as fucking much. It means you actually make a fucking effort to keep the promises you made, because if you don’t, you lose the trust you’re supposed to share. But what do you do, Jungkook? You do the exact opposite.”
He gulped, not saying a word.
“I don’t deserve this. I’m not a saint, but I just know I don’t deserve this because this is fucking torture and I’m so tired,” you sobbed out. He stepped forward. You stepped back. “You just broke the last bit of trust I had in you.”
“__, don’t.” His eyes were pleading. “Don’t say that. Slap me! Punch me! Hit me!” He yelled desperately. “Do anything, just don’t say that I don’t love you.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Your voice was calm in contrast to his. “I’m done waiting for you to prove. I thought you would, eventually, but it’s too late now. At least I’ve done my part and showed you that I love you. My only mistake was thinking you could actually do the same for me.”