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TWENTY-FIVE| Scolding

Authors Note: Sorry. I took a long time, I know. Here it is!

Jungkook was in a lot of pain. His head hurt, he was sore, and his heart was beating unusually fast against his chest in a worrisome way. He slowly allowed his eyes to open only to find that the small ounce of light that peeked through the curtains of his room was enough to make his eyes hurt as well.

Why did everything ache? 

He groaned after wondering this fact in the pain that immediately followed; clenching his eyes shut tight in hopes of finding relief in the dark.

There was none, and after realizing this fact he decided to try opening his eyes again. 

Jungkook slowly made out his surroundings as his eye lids opened once more, recognizing his room. It was empty. No one else was there. 

Sucking in his breath, he slowly pulled his body out of the covers in order to sit up on his bed. He bit his lower lip as he saw stars buzz past his vision for a moment. 

What happened?

Jungkook looked down at himself to see that he was dressed in the same attire he had worn to prom minus his jacket, tie, shoes, and belt. The missing articles of clothes were laying scattered about the room. 

Prom? Right. Prom. 

Jungkook stretched and tried to think through the pounding of his head as he slid his dress shirt off in order to replace it with something more comfortable. He unbuttoned his pants as well and replaced them with basketball shorts. 

Groaning in complaints and agony that no one could hear, he plopped back into bed head first as the pillow muffled his noises.

I should call Namjoon. He might know what can help my head ache. Or I can just ask (Y/N) to come over... then I can complain about how sick I am and maybe she'll  feel bad and take care of me. 

Jungkook grinned mischievously at this thought and began planning his guilt trip, only to freeze when something else suddenly came to his mind.

"I don't care about you Jungkook! And you don't care about me. Just... stay out of my way! If you were ever my friend, then you'll leave me alone from here on out and leave me quietly this summer. Please... Please let me go. I'll say it again slowly so you can understand. You don't like me. You are hurting me. Let me leave."

Jungkook's heart dropped and eyes wavered as he stared straight ahead at his wall; pillow hovering right beneath his trembling chin. No. No, it couldn't be over, it wasn't real, please...

What had he done?

In lust driven moments he had sacrificed everything only to completely loose you. 

"You are hurting me."

No. Please no. 

Jungkook's breathing rapidly picked up speed as he tried to find reason that the painful memories coming back to him were fake. He hadn't tried to kiss you again right? You would never run away from him... You were hurt though. What had happened? Why had he-

He remembered your bruises. Your gasps as his lips trailed your hot skin. The harshness of your gaze and the broken tone in your voice.

You were gone.

He had lost you forever.

The pillow now caught the stray tear that had managed to escape Jungkook's left eye. He didn't cry. Ever. He found crying to be only shown in moments of weakness. But for then, he embraced his own defeat and allowed himself to appear weak in front of no one but himself.