I Know [Jeon Jungkook]

Four months ago I kissed Jeon Jungkook at a frat party.

Two days later he texts me.

For one month we were friends. Who kissed each other. Often.

During that time, I tried to convince myself I wasn't in love with him. But I failed.

And last month we lost all contact with each other.

It's four months later, after all that craziness, and I'm at another frat party. I already know who's here. I already know who I will avoid. And I know better enough than to let myself get caught up with him again.

Pushing past a crowd of people, I head for the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottled water. I can't really trust red cups that are lying around. I stand around and wait for someone I know. Absolutely no one.

I head out to the living room. The music gets a little louder. And the sight of even more people gets me a little more annoyed.

I was about to sit down on the couch until I saw him. Jeon Jungkook. He was wearing sweats and a hoodie but still managed to look cute. I bit my cheek to keep myself from thinking about it too much. He had his arm wrapped around some girl, and his lips were on hers.

It wasn't like we were public or anything. Everyone got a hint that we might have been a thing, but we blew off the rumors like they meant nothing. Out of the blue one day, he just stopped talking to me, then soon we drifted apart.

It still hurts, though. He was important to me, I trusted him with a lot of secrets. But now he's in somebody else's arms with his mind on her.

She got up, whispered something in his ear which he nodded to, pecked his lips once more than left him. I watched as his eyes followed her until she was no longer there, then I watched them land on me.

I froze in place. My mind was telling me to run, far away, back home where he can't find you. But it also told me to fill her spot, to take him back because he's mine.

With his eyes still on me, he started to get up off the couch.

I started to back away, I couldn't handle him being near me. He saw that and tried to get closer.

I ran upset, going into the first empty bedroom I could find and sit down on the bed.

In the pitch-black room, the only sounds I heard were the rapid beating of my heart, and the party noises downstairs. The only light that came in was the little crack underneath the door. Every footstep that passed caused my heart to thump a little louder.

Find me.

Open the door.

Hug me and tell me we're okay.

Tell me you love me.

I was starting to lose hope. Taking a deep breath, I got off the bed and went to go open the door. Someone was there to block my way.

He pulled me close to his body, lifting up my head and planted a kiss. It was deep, emotional, and sad.

I didn't even realize it, but we were now in the room. Door shut. In pitch darkness. Our heavy breathing mixed together, everything happened too fast to comprehend.

I pushed him away, though. I won't make the mistake again.

He grabbed onto my wrist, trying to kiss me again.

"No," I said, trying my hardest to pull away from him.

"I love you," he confessed, letting go of my wrist. My heart soared. It clenched and squeezed itself until I was physically in pain.

"No," I repeated. I started hitting his chest with my fists. "You can't say that after all this time!" The tears started to fall. "You're not allowed to hurt me like that. Kiss someone in front of me. Then kiss me as nothing happened! It doesn't work like that!"

He took my hits, but when he saw that I was at my max, he held onto me like I was falling apart. In some ways I was. His scent was all I was able to focus on, and it calmed me down.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You abandoned me," I replied.

"I know."

"You hurt me."

"I know."

"I hate you."

I felt him breathing deeply.

"I know."

I pulled away from him. I looked up to see him looking back down at me. It was that childish, handsome face that would always appear in my mind. The smile that was always captivated me. The person I fell in love with.

I pulled him down so I could kiss him.

"I love you."

I felt a small smile curved onto his lips. "I know."

It's 8 months later. I'm lying in the dark. My back on the bed and staring up at the dark ceiling.

I'm humming a soft tune. I turn on my side, now staring at whatever it was in the dark. The bed leans on the other side and strong arms pull me back. My back hits a firm chest and it feels like home.

"I love you," he whispered like it was a secret.

"I know," I whispered back.

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Nothing's been proofread, sorry for the mistakes.