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I went back to my room. Jungkook was still sleeping blissfully in my bed. I sat next to him. I looked at him while he was sleeping, his regular breathing was slowly moving his chest.

He is so beautiful...

Jungkook sighed.
《For how long are you going to stare at me?》 He surprised me, he opened his eyes and a slight smile signed on his lips. He stretched, and sat up, he came closer to my face to kiss me, but I dodged.
His face wrinkled but he said nothing.

《Look ... we have to talk》 I said staring at him.
《Mmh I don't like that phrase!》 He said, laughing, but he quickly returned serious as soon as he saw that I was serious 《tell me》

《This ... thing between us. It must end. Today》
His face became more serious than before. Before he could answer, I continued 《it was nice as long as it lasted, thank you for the dance lessons.》

《Y / n ... what are you saying?》

《I'm saying that》 I felt my throat get dry 《I had enough fun with you, but it's enough》 I continued, I have to hurt him. Only in this way can I protect him 《but now you are boring.》

His gaze turned from hurted to pure rage. Anger for me.
I saw his jaw contract, and his knuckles turned white.

He got up from my bed, got dressed and left my room, stamping with one foot the rose that he brought me this night ... he slammed the door hard when leaving.
I stared at the door for a few seconds. The time to realize.
I got up and picked the white rose from the floor, it was a little bruised. I leaned my back against the door and dropped me, crying like never before, holding the rose tight.

What have I done?

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