"Answer me, why do you have her photos on your computer?" He asked. He watched her as she bit her lips anxiously, a gentle chuckle escaped her lips as she looked at him.
"The boy she was with sent them to her phone, and I saved them...I was going to send them and ask you what was happening..." a sigh escaped her lips and she pretended to be sad.
"I guess the universe was quicker" she added while shrugging her shoulders. Her fingers slid the mouse towards the cross, she clicked each one and closed the tabs.
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings...I didn't know she OR the boy she was with will do that.." she gave him a sad smile and shut down the computer. She turned herself to him.
Jungkook bit his lips with anger and sighed. He leaned against the chair and run his fingers through his messy hair. He covered his mouth and allowed his tears to slip towards his hairline. His gentle sniffles escaped as he thought of her...he shouldn't have hurt her...but she did it first.
She slid out the chair and walked behind him. She brushed his hair and hummed a gentle tune.
"You know..she never loved you.."
"W-what do you mean?" He sighed while closing his eyes.
"She would always complain about you..you know she used you...Jungkook...popular member in BTS...dating him...would mean she would be known" she whispered.
"She isn't like that..."
"But she clearly is....you really think she loves you" she asked while leaning towards his face. Her warm minty breath landed on his lips.
"You don't know what love is either" he pushed down his body down and stood up. She swore under her breath and smiled at him. Her fingers danced against the fabric of the chair while she questioned him.
"Ummm...loook...I want to go back to my dorm...just sleep and get ready for the award shows that's in a few days...please practice well" he smiled at her and moved towards the door.
"Why don't you stay here...?" She asked while holding onto his arms. He pulled away and shook his head.
"Everything reminds me of her...so no" he whispered. She responded him with a hum and followed him. He stopped as his fingers grasped onto the mental handle. He stared at the framed photos that were placed on both sides of the walls. He stared at one of them. The one he took that day...before she left without telling...before the news broke...
He lifted the frame and stared at it. He saw the two of them. She wore his shirt, him hidden under the blanket. She kissed his cheeks while he smiled... but it wasn't the same. He saw his reflection...red eyes, tired face...no love...
"Can I take this?" He asked while turning towards her.
"Ummm...well she doesn't live here anymore so I'm not sure" she shrugged her shoulders.
His mouth formed a "o" while he clenched the wooden frame.
"Why hasn't she took her stuff?"
"The girls or the boys come and go so I don't know" she shrugged again, smiling at him.
"THE BOYS?" He exclaimed, he pressed the bridge of his nose as a angry sigh escaped his lips.
"What do you mean THE BOYS...you must clearly know they see her nearly everyday...buy her food, practice singing, making more songs, working on a collab, blackpink x Ariana x BTS minus the maknae and" she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling as she spoke about them, but her list came to a halt when her eyes fell onto his. His knuckles turned white as he held onto the frame tighter. His calm anger seemed more scary.
She mouthed a sorry and looked down.
"Look I'm going to take this...I'll see you soon" he opened the door and slammed it shut, not even allowing her to answer or say a word.
"1"
"2"
"3"
She skipped towards the door and opened it, she peeped outside and made sure he was walking away, she saw the crying boy and smiled.
"Hmmm Ariana...you should fight for him more" she whispered and closed the door.
//
Jungkook with teary eyes looked towards the sudden sound. Everything was breaking. He couldn't trust anyone. The soft "ding" escaped, exposing the lift in front.
He took a step and gasped a little as he noticed her standing. She was on her phone, earphones in and not worrying about others. He held the photo against his torso and looked down.
He tapped his feet and forced himself to look away but it was hard. He wanted this to be a joke, he wanted to go back, listen to her story...not hurt her. His eyes drifted towards the screen and away. He snapped his head to the right as he caught her crying over photos...photos of them..why?
His heart ignited with anger and jealousy, she shouldn't fake cry over memories. Those were nightmares - sweet memories that became bitter, always in the back of their minds, never disappearing from their eyes.
The lift went down to the bottom floor, he stood there trying to ignore her but he completely ignored the floor he was supposed to get off on.
"Sorry.." She whispered as she bumped into him. The sudden jerk of his body forced him to drop the frame, picture up. The glass cracked, blurring the image as the bright light kissed it.
"I'm so sorry" Ariana whispered as she turned around. The photo was disfigured, he kept his face down. Ariana picked it up and handed it to him.
"Never drop glass again, it's easy to break but never easy to pick up after...the picture is never the same if one piece is missing...of course there's blood...but the photo is important, the world can break but your memories won't" Ariana whispered. She cleared her throat and stood up, she walked backwards and began speaking to the boy that was still kneeling, looking down and the mess.
"Hey...no matter how bad life is..keep your head up -"
She gasped as he looked at her, the lift door slowly closed. Jungkook frantically pressed the button as she was about to place her feet between the doors.
She screamed in frustration as the door closed.
A sigh of relief escaped as he felt the lift go up towards the floor he needed.
He held the frame gently, ignoring the sharp pieces stabbing his hands.
'Was it that painful for her?" He asked himself. He slowly walked down the corridor, smiling at the posters stuck by fans. It was good that they never found where they lived. He opened the door to the dorm.
Empty
Like always
'So they are with her' he scoffed, he felt bitter towards them but felt sad for himself...if only
He brought the frame into his room, placing it on the clean table. He removed the glass and took the photo. Blood cascaded down his wrists as he held the image in front.
The gentle air kissed his newly formed cuts, it burned, every movement only caused the wounds to rip open. Tearing the skin further apart.
A gentle smiled formed on his lips as he remembered her always being caring. A small cut would make her cry. He closed his eyes and thought of that moment.
