my patience has no end
when it comes to loving you

. . .

Jungkook's:

"Why does it feel sticky?" I rubbed my fingers together with the amount of shampoo I squeezed out. Shrugging off the weirdness of the texture, I senselessly rubbed it all over my scalp. The feeling of relief was soon replaced by a feeling of distress. Something's not right.

Hyeri's:

"Chae Hyeri!!!!!" I heard a voice scream my name while I was watching The Notebook on HBO. I almost threw my popcorn in surprise.

"What?!?!!" I shouted back as I continue shoving popcorn into my mouth.

"Hyeri, Hyeri, Hyyyeri, what did you put in my shampoo?!" I saw his reflection on the DVD Player, walking towards me. His towel was wrapped around his waist, exposing his toned abs and broad shoulders.

I turned around and approached him. "What's wrong with your hair? Didn't they tell you to use wax, AFTER bath, not during?"

He ruffled his hair vigorously. It was disgustingly sticky. "I don't know. I should be the one asking questions here. What did you do to my shampoo?"

I'm not innocent though. I admit, I did replace it with glue to play a prank on him and get back for what he had done last night. I'm more motivated to kick him out this time.

"I remember pouring glue in it. I was drunk; I'm sorry," I said, sarcastically.

"You think this is funny?! I have a date in two hours! How would I go looking like this?!" Jungkook raised his voice.

"Not my problem. Good luck!" I pat his arm and walked sluggishly back on the chair. I rested my legs on the center table while I continue devouring my popcorn.

When I glanced at the DVD player, his reflection was gone. Moments later, he's back. He blocked my view of the television, now half dressed, wearing only his pants, but still, topless. His hair was messy and stiff, and he's clearly pissed.

"If I can't look good on my date, neither will you!" I looked up to him and saw my favorite red lipstick on his hand. He turned it senselessly until it reached its limit and pressed the tip on the center table, ruining its tip up to the endpoint.

"Jungkook! Stop!"

"You deserve that! Sh.ithead!"

Without uttering another word, I threw my popcorn at him causing a huge mess around the living room. I went to his room and took his favorite white shirt, together with the pair of scissors sitting on his bed table. When I got back, we met on the kitchen, and he was holding my eyeshadow palette.

"You think that's gonna scare me away?" he mocked.

"I don't know? Maybe? As far as I know this costs at least $100." I revealed the shirt to him and he took a step back in shock.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!" I cut the collar in a swift manner and then all the way down to the sleeve.

"Your biceps would look incredi — THAT'S MAC!" Before I could finish my sentence, he threw my eyeshadow palette on the floor, breaking the whole thing. As in broken and crushed, like powder.

"I bet that's gonna cost you $100 too!"

"Oh yeah? I'm going to rip your whole wardrobe!"

"Oh honey, you're gonna suffer just the same!"

We both rushed into each other's room to grab a thing or two to break. I flipped his closet and found his cologne. The ones we bought in Australia on our first anniversary.

I met him just in time in my room. My eyes widened at the sight of what's on his open palm. A warm, deep breath left my mouth as he clasped it as quick as lightning. My heart felt heavy, I lost my will of revenge.

"Jungkook—" He cut me short as I focused my attention on the item he's holding.

"My perfume? Really? That's all you got?"

"I beg you not—"

"Did I hear you right? You're begging me? For this?" He opened his palm and let the necklace hang freely on his index finger.

I watched him sway it from side to side and I felt myself hypnotized by the past, the old us. What we used to be, what we could've become. A frightening pain shot through my heart, I felt myself bleed. The words are trapped in my mouth. My legs are frozen.

"P—Please, not—not that necklace. That's the only thing that reminds me of you." Tears fell from my eyes. And yes, he's worth remembering because he told me loved me under the night sky. And it was beautiful. And it was magnificent. And a part of me foolishly believes he still does.

I tried hard not to blink as my euphoric memories with him flashed right in front of my eyes. It hurts. And then a dark cloud appeared, showing me the image of him with someone else on bed. It hurts even more.

"Hyeri? W-why?" His voice. That sweet voice used to comfort me.

"I'm sorry. Please, leave my room." I wiped my tears, yet I couldn't control the sobbing. I gave him his perfume back, took a step away from the door, and let him walk past me.

Jungkook's:

After a busy night, I opened the door to the apartment and opened the lights. I leaned on the wall and took a good look of the mess we left. The popcorn is still all over the floor. Her lipstick is still pressed on the table.

"She cried," I told myself, "I made her cry."

I felt pain flood on my heart. I don't like seeing her cry, especially because of me. But it's too late to change that now. I figured she was sleeping in her room and hoped that she didn't lock the door.

I walked towards her door in desperation to apologize. Did she lock it? Will she let me in if I knock? Is she still awake? Did she cry all night? Oh I just couldn't stop myself from thinking. I turned her doorknob slowly and I felt a huge relief when it opened.

"You still love me, I guess?" I whispered as I circle her bed. She was lying calmly, sleeping in peace. God, she's so beautiful! I sat beside her and noticed she was wearing the necklace. I shifted my head to the side to have a good look at it.

"Why are you so mad at me?" The sadness on her face was obvious.

"I'm sorry I made you hate me." I pulled the blanket up to her shoulders to cover her body fully.

"Please stop pushing me away, Hyeri. I miss you, so much." I took strands of her hair to the back of her ear and rubbed my thumb on her pale cheeks.

"You still make me feel some kind of way." My thumb moved lower, down to her lips.

"I still want to kiss this." Then to her nose.

"This." Then her forehead.

"And this." I played with my lips before taking the chance to kiss her forehead. Upon breaking the kiss, my eyes cried.

"I wonder why my heart still beats the same. You probably hate me so much for what I did." I lied completely beside her.

"I regret it all now, baby. Baby. Yeah, you liked being called that. I'm sorry. I really am." My eyes wandered on the ceiling, supported by the walls of the room.

"I broke up with my girlfriend today. And it didn't matter because the thought of you crying crowded my mind. I couldn't think straight." I turned on my side so that her face is infront of mine.

"I think I still love you. I hope it's not too late."

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🌻 note:

I'm sorry it took so long for me to update and if this chapter is kinda boring. I'm trying so hard to come up with a scenario, okaaaaayyyy.

I hope you guys are still reading 😂 God bless!