~ The Next Day ~

Hearing the obnoxious ringing of my alarm, I vigorously turned it off while I exhaustedly groaned.

Leisurely rolling my body to the edge of the bed, I dolefully stood up and walked toward my bathroom with my shoulders slouched.

Giving my face a quick wash and drying it off with my towel, I took a look at myself in my mirror and noticed how puffy my eyes are from sobbing my eyes out last night because of Taehyung.

Recalling last night's agonizing incident, my heart mightily stung.

"You're a desperate whore, you know that?"

Taehyung's unbearably hurtful insult constantly replayed in my mind like a broken record, inevitably haunting me with affliction.

Quickly shaking it off, I exited my bathroom with a deep sigh escaping from my mouth.

Suddenly smelling a delectable, recognizable aroma coming from my kitchen, I found myself restlessly rushing out of my room.

Breathlessly reaching my kitchen, my eyes enlarged at the sight of Jungkook, preparing something with a wooden spatula in his hand in great concentration, just like the time I found him in my house back in high school.

"Oh, hey." He nonchalantly greeted as he raised his head to smile at me, immediately returning his attention back to whatever he's cooking.

"How-"

"Your window." He interrupted me, already knowing what I was attempting to question him about.

"Okay, you need to stop breaking into my house Kookie." I scolded with a hand placed on my hip.

"I made you breakfast?" He replied, as if him intruding my house was actually a beneficial thing.

Aware of the fact that he clearly had no intentions of listening to me, I let out a defeated sigh and gave up.

"What'd you make?" I curiously asked.

"An omelette." Jungkook responded.

"Is an omelette the only thing you know how to cook?" I chuckled, recalling him making the same exact breakfast for me that one time.

"P-Psh, no?" He reluctantly denied.

Alright, that's a yes.

Skillfully flipping the omelette on the frying pan, he neatly placed it on top of a porcelain plate and proudly walked over to the kitchen table with a haughty smirk on his face.

Gesturing me to situate myself, he gently placed it down in front of me.

"T-Thanks." I awkwardly muttered as I timidly sat down, picking up my metal spoon and scooping up a portion of the omelette.

While I shoved the spoon into my mouth, Jungkook eagerly stared at me in great curiosity with his circular eyes glistening with excitement.

"Good?" He questioned with thrill in his tone.

My eyes growing larger from how insanely delicious it is, I gave him a thumbs up in amazement from how much he improved in his cooking.

Humming in delight as I quickly finished up the omelette, I noticed Jungkook fondly gazing at me with an endearing, ardent smile displayed.

"W-What?" I shyly questioned.

"I'm just glad you're smiling." He sincerely stated, causing my heart to greatly warm and my cheeks to flare up a bit.

Did he really come over to cheer me up with his homemade breakfast?

"D-Don't you have to head to work? You can go already if you want." I quickly changed the subject, shaking myself out of my irrational feelings.

"I want to go with you." He replied as he shrugged his shoulders.

"What? Why?" I bemusedly questioned.

"So I can protect you if anything happens. Who knows, you might get kidnapped Seoyeon." He said, fakely furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

"Jungkook, I'm 23. I'm sure I'll be fine." I rolled my eyes in disbelief.

"I'll be waiting, so you better hurry your pretty ass up." He demanded followed by a flirtatious wink, completely ignoring my remark and casually heading over to my living room with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Rolling my eyes with the corner of my lips unintentionally curling up, I headed to the kitchen to clean everything up.

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~ Jungkook's POV ~

Finally reaching our modeling agency, Seoyeon and I entered through the automatic doors while we contentedly conversed with one another about so many random, idiotic topics.

The way she enticingly tucks her brunette hair behind her ear, the way her smile lights up brighter than the radiant sun, the way she bashfully hovers her tiny hands over her mouth when she laughs, all her slightest of gestures immensely attracted me.

Even as we entered the building just now, numerous eyes immediately glued onto Seoyeon, instantly dazzling with shimmer and hearts of admiration.

I mean, who wouldn't fall for a truly impeccable, undeniably gorgeous, and utterly wholehearted woman like Choi Seoyeon?

She was the type of woman who made weak men uneasy.

She was the type of woman you couldn't flatter with a simple compliment.

Because she was more than what met the eye.

Her true value was always infinite.

"W-Why're you staring at me like that?" She bashfully questioned, her cheeks slightly tinting into crimson red.

Because you're so fucking beautiful, Seoyeon.

But of course I couldn't dare to tell her that, so all that came out of my mouth was a sheepish "nothing."

Then, we were suddenly approached by Taehyung, who had a rather serious expression displayed on his face.

Seoyeon's eyes instantly enlarged in fright, her right hand tightly grasping onto the edge of my sleeves for protection, as if she was afraid of him.

"Seoyeon, can I talk to you for second?" Taehyung courteously asked her, completely disregarding my existence.

Though she was hesitant, she responded with a timid nod.

With that, they walked away from me.

Sorely clenching my fists, I tried my best to resist this bitter feeling of envy and loathe building up inside of me.

That's right, Seoyeon's with Taehyung now.

She's happy with him.

She doesn't need me anymore.

She doesn't love me anymore.

I should be supporting her relationship.

I should be an understanding, empathetic friend.

I should be genuinely happy for her.

But I just cant.

I just like her too damn much to give up on her.

~ Seoyeon's POV ~

Obediently following behind Taehyung as he led me to the exit of the building, he suddenly stopped in his footsteps and turned around to face me after confirming that no one was around.

"W-What did you want to talk about?" I timidly asked, wanting to escape from this unbearably awkward atmosphere.

Taking a deep breathe, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Let's break up."

My heart dropped.

Although I was aware of the fact that our relationship wouldn't be the same after what happened last night, it still hurt to hear those heart-wrenching words come out of someone I loved so damn much.

"After I realized what a horrible thing I did to you last night, I fucking hated myself. I regretted everything. I'm just really, really sorry Seoyeon." Taehyung remorsefully apologized, the expression on his face greatly pained and distressed.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't want to make you cry ever again." He grievously stated, lowering his head in disappointment in himself.

Taehyung was always that truly significant person in my life to wipe my tears when I was depressed, who lent me a helping hand to stand back up, and who provided me with motivation to look forward to tomorrow.

He must've been so agonized to actually be the reason to my tears this time.

Raising his head to look at me, he gently cupped my right cheek with his hand and feebly smiled at me.

"I wish I could apologize for falling in love with you, but I cant. It would be like asking me to be sorry for breathing." He dejectedly admitted, softly caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"You were my beautiful mistake and I dont regret anything. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat."

Hearing his confession, my heart ferociously tore apart.

"I love you Seoyeon, I really do. But let's just be friends." He suggested, his voice slightly cracking with sorrow in his tone.

But if that's what he wanted, then I had no intentions of going against it.

If it's for him, I would do anything.

Grievously shifting my gaze to the ground, I gave him a disheartened nod.

Letting go of me, Taehyung lowered his hand.

"Bye, Seoyeon."

And with that, he left me.