My life went on. A week has passed since Jungkook and I met. I haven't heard from him. I don't even know what is happening unless Taehyung fills me in with what is happening.
I just know that Jia and Jungkook are not together. At least, that's what I know. It was so hard to avoid him when his name was everywhere. Here at work, outside his billboards, or when a café is holding a fan project for him, his upcoming concert. He's just everywhere that even if I try not to think of him, I will still be reminded of him.
I feel like in a maze. An inescapable maze.
"Miss Y/N, the directors were asking about the theme for the next shoot." Jena said. I was snapped out of my thoughts because of what she said to me.
"Alright, do I need to present it, or do I just need to send it to Director Park?" I asked, and she checked her clip folder and looked at me.
"4 Printed copies were needed with detailed explanation of the theme is need, Miss." She said, and I rolled my eyes as I grunt.
"He should've just asked me to present it," I said, and Jena laughed.
"I don't think you'd like to present in front of the board, Director Chwe will be there." She said, and I pursed my lip and looked at her knowingly as I started to navigate through my laptop.
"Never mind." I muttered with a quiet giggle, "Thank you, Jena, leave it to me, I'll tell Director Park myself once I'm done."
Jena left our office room, leaving me alone with my thoughts bubbling up again as my gaze drifted through the framed photo of Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, and I. Jungkook's arm was wrapped around my waist with his head resting against my shoulder and his eyes closed. Jimin and Taehyung have a big smile on their faces.
This was one of the best days.
I'm not a vile person, but I've been praying desperately, wishing that things didn't change. I wish Jungkook hadn't met Jia.
Jungkook was my best friend before I caught feelings for him.
I feel like a complete stranger in Jungkook's world. I don't even know what's going on through his life anymore unless Taehyung or Jimin fills me in, or I'll find out a week later.
He used to be my one call away, my lifeline.
His I'm on my way became later until it became I'm sorry I can't or sorry something came up.
I miss him so much.
I miss being with him, I miss laughing with him, going on spontaneous trips, and I miss having his presence in my apartment, his silly messages, his random calls..
I fucking miss him, and it hurts so much because memories of those days come rushing back to me whenever I'm alone, it was suffocating and I couldn't help but to wish things didn't changed. It was frustrating because I couldn't demand.
I'm not in any position to ask Jungkook to do the same for me, but sometimes I couldn't help be selfish and wish he'd do the same for me, that he'll at least try but I am left with nothing, just settling on the situation where he'd somehow need me.
I finished my work and dropped the copies on Director Park's office after telling him that it's in his table already. I went to our office rooftop with a pack of cigarettes. I lit one up as soon as I reached the rooftop.
I have it all to myself this time.
I leaned against the railing, and from here, I could see a huge billboard of Jungkook, promoting his upcoming concert. I took a deep breath and pulled my phone out of my pocket and gambled on my what ifs.
