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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚇𝚇𝚇𝙸𝚅 : 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘

Two further days passed by.

Neither did Jungkook let himself out from her room, nor did any of the members interrupted him making their utmost priority to provide some space and time to let the human mind rest and analyze things properly.

The members seemed to be equally worried about his conditions after all, all he did was have frequent meals, over indulgence in sleeping all day and no human interaction since the past few days.

His face seemed to be red with all the crying and sobs the first the day but gradually with the arrival of the second day the drained colour of the face was starting to get restored again.

He kept himself locked inside her room, enwrapping and engulfing himself into the vanilla scent of her sheets as if it acted as a feeling of her warm embrace and presence which he refused to let go.

He wanted her back.

Everybody was curious though about what was written in those letters and what was actually going on in his head which made him internally sick and so weak enough to even recover from the words and face people.

He could have meals very little by little after prolonged periods of almost Happy forcing him at least get the intake of fluids done in order to provide some strength to the muscular body that had gradually become fragile.

Many a times, only on the partly visit of Jimin peeking and creeping in stances through the door his eyes could scan around Jungkook either lying on the bed upside down indulged in sleep or the either time at the extreme corner of the room head held low, miserably hugging his knees within hiding onto his face.

The letters were all scattered all around a little bit away from where he sat as he blankly stared at them, eyes blinking lightly and the vison not even wavering for a second.

A day two had passed by and Jungkook knew that he had to recover himself back into action from this misery cause after all everything between the two was finally over and life had to be taken back to normal.

For sure, he was convinced that Meher wouldn't come back to him at all costs and also he had no right to bring her back as well since he was the one who chose to broke up at first.

Therefore, Meher's leave was bound to happen, but little did he expect that it would all be revealed and dawn upon him in such a drastic way.

He wanted to see her for one last time.

Pushing apart his emotions away from the firms of determination, his thoughts raced back and forth, in determining the correct thing that would be necessary enough for the both of them to live happily without each other.

Gulping down a lump, swallowing upon hard he lifted himself up from the erect position on the floor frantically letting out a hush of tense rubbing onto his eyes clearing onto his vison.

Ruffling upon his hair that was a mess he roughly ran his fingers through it grabbing onto all his courage and strength for the revelation of the extreme judgement he was about to disclose about to the members.

This time his eyes were not swollen with tears but an infintude of tiredness and being done with almost everything in the world, longing in for some peace.

His puffy cheeks were back to normal and his body was finally gaining its strength back as he casually got up carrying upon the pastel colored sheet at one hand and sat on the bed aside.

His fingers travelled in through those hair strands brushing it back and forth messily clasping over his head as he squinted his eyes shut for a second in order to clear up his thoughts.