❝ Survival❞
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I LOOKED AROUND THE LARGE LOUNGE in awe—it was so huge. I looked back at Jungkook who sat on the couch, sinking in it. He even owns a lounge here? My amusement was unbelievable,

It this what he meant by saying he's visited Paris many times?

He looked back at me, sighing. "Your room is there, luckily, you have your own room here." He said, pointing towards the staircase, there were two rooms upstairs. He closed his eyes, probably trying to sleep.

I dragged my suitcase upstairs with great difficulty. Groaning as I opened one of the doors, the room was way nicer than the one I stayed in Seoul. I placed my suitcase beside the bed and jumped on it, the mattress sank deeper because of my weight.

I looked around the room, amazed by how clean it was, it may be old—but it was clean. I laid on the bed, stretching my hands and legs as I groaned, closing my eyes. I've already slept. My eyes opened again, I faced the white ceiling, I can't sleep.

I got up, my hands behind me, supported by the mattress. I gazed at the now closed door, is he still sleeping? He sleeps too much. My loud sigh echoed in the white coloured room, wind entering through the blinds, hitting my face.

I shivered, turning to the blinds. I quickly got up, walking to the glass door and closed it, the city lights catching my eyes—my hands dropped by my side in awe.

I opened the glass door, the wind finding its way in and hitting me, my hair flew backwards, my cheeks turning a tint of red because of the cold, but I was too busy watching the beautiful city of Paris.

The lights illuminated my face, my lips tugged in a smile, my eyes disappearing. It was so beautiful.

Sadly, I had to watch all this beauty without my father.

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"Jungkook." The girl called out, turning to face the man. Jungkook smiled at the sight of her. "Isn't it beautiful?" She asked, turning to face the city, dripping in beautiful lights. Paris indeed was one of her favourite places ever.

Jungkook grinned, nodding as he agreed with her. "But not more than you." She shook her head with a smile, "What a flirt you are." She laughed. The ring in her hand slipped, rolling on the floor.

"Ah, my ring." She exclaimed, walking forward to pick it up. She bent down on the floor and picked the ring in her hand, turning to give him a huge smile. "Why do you love it so much?" He quietly asked.

"Because you gave it to me." She said, smiling as she slipped the ring back in her hand. "I can buy you a lot more like these." He said, his hands moving in his pockets.

" Why do you love me? You can have so many girls out there who are more beautiful than me."

The man chuckled, "You really are something." He said.

"Jungkook." She turned to face him completely, the wind blowing past her. The man hummed in response, "If something happens to me, keep this ring with you safely, and give it to the other girl who wins your he—"

He turned to her, pulling her in his embrace. She could feel his heart beating fast, he was scared, so scared.

"What are you talking about? I'll not let you leave me." He said, frowning as he tightly wrapped his arms around her. She chuckled, "I'm just saying; you will do it, won't you?" She asked, getting out of his embrace as she faced him.

Jungkook hesitated.

"Just think that I've returned to you, as someone else." She suggested, he looked down at her, before nodding his head lightly to her.

"Thank you." She grinned, he smiled back, pressing a small kiss on her forehead.

He woke up—Jungkook gasped for air as soon as his eyes opened, bits of sweat was formed on his forehead, his heartbeat was increasing—she. Again—he groaned as he got up, rubbing his eyes. He batted his lashes rapidly.

Paris—he reminded himself, gulping the tight knot in his throat. He sighed deeply, leaning against the back of the couch. "I need to sleep less." He muttered to himself.

Ever since she left, all he could do was sleep, to avoid the world—and the things in it. There's nothing he can do about her being dead, there's nothing he can do to bring her back—

But to forget her.

He looked around the empty lounge—where's she gone?—he got up, walking to the staircase, he kept his hands on the railing, looking up at the stairs, he took one step forward—but paused.

With a deep sigh, he turned back, running a hand through his dark brown hair. "Forget it." He muttered to himself, slipping his hands in his pockets as he walked to the balcony, opening the glass door.

He walked out, the cold wind blowing past him—isn't it cruel?—he looked up at the stars, shining in the sky brightly.

Hopefully, she's one of those stars—he couldn't help but smile, he shook his head, looking down at the floor. Maybe life is cruel to him—but he'll survive.

What a tragedy it is, two people fall in love—not wanting to. Even if the skies fall, even if his family is not so good, even if his love is gone, even if his life is like loose threads, lying on the floor—

He'll survive.