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I'm outside for at least another hour just pondering what I'm going to do until I decide to call Oliver. He'll know what to do.

"Hey Olls, is Jess there with you?" I ask when he picks up.

"Yeah, she's right here, are you okay?" He inquires, a concerned tone eminent in his voice.

"No," I sigh, "I need some advice."

"Okay," he pauses, "you're on speaker."

"In short, it's about the whole Jungkook thing. It's just a jumble of complicated feelings and I didn't really know what to do about it until that party on Saturday. Now I feel like crap and I want to at least apologize to him for being so cold. I just bumped into him a few minutes ago and he didn't seem okay. Should I go to his dorm to check on him?"

"Yes," is the answer from both of them.

"Go chase your man down, find love, renew your appreciation for each other!" Jessie swoons.

"Sorry, we just got done watching an episode of Vampire Diaries, so she's a little buzzed on cliche romance," Oliver cuts in, "however, I still think you should go see him. You guys were cute while it lasted, and the worst that can happen now is rejection. Neither of you have seemed happy since Saturday, so if you think you can give each other a shot, then do it."

This makes a weight lift off my chest slightly. "Okay," I nod, "I'm gonna go see him."

"Woo hooo!" Jessie yells in excitement and I can practically see her arms being flung into the air, "catch him and kiss him in the rain, baby!"

"It's not raining, Jess," I look around.

"You get my point! Have fun, stay safe, love you, bye!" She quickly shouts before Oliver wishes me luck and ends the call.

I take in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I know he'll be there and if he's not for some reason, he'll be with Harley.

I walk up the stairs that used to make me excited, but now they're making me feel worse with each step.

I knock a few times then stand and wait for his answer. When he emerges, we're both silent. He's a shirtless wreck with messy hair and holding a beer in his free hand.

He closes in on me and I try looking into his eyes but suddenly his gaze is far too intimidating. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to his dorm room, shutting the door behind us.

"It smells like a beer can in here, how much have you been drinking?" I ask with concern.

It's not nearly as tidy as it normally is in here; his clothes are sprawled out on the floor, sketchbooks are open and pages are ripped out on his desk, and the cherry on top of it all is himself.

"Too much," he gulps down the rest of his beer and puts it on his nightstand before flopping onto his bed, "Yet not enough."

"Stop drinking, you're gonna get yourself hurt."

"Not drinking hurts me more, which one would you prefer?" He sasses drunkly and stuffs his face into his pillow.

I sigh and step over the clothes on his floor to go over to him, one of which is a sparkly pink thong. And unless he happens to wear those nowadays, it's Harley's.

"You said you wanted to forget me. But why?" I sit on the couch and he mumbles something into the pillow but I can't make it out, "What?"

"It'll be easier," he turns his face towards me but he looks down at the ground.

"How? You're not yourself." I frown and my voice gets weaker by the minute.

"I am myself," he slurs, "You just haven't seen this side. I've been a real jackass to you and I'm guilty. Can I not feel that way?"

"I screwed up too, Jungkook," I tell him with worry casted on my face, "I was cold and snapped at you. I didn't mean what I said and I'm sorry."

He sighs, the weight of it causing him to sink further into the mattress. "Go back to your dorm, Ellie, you don't care about me anymore, remember?"

I get down on my knees and start picking up his clothes into a pile separate from (most likely) Harley's clothes.

"What're you doing?" He leans over the side of his bed.

"Cleaning your dorm." I state and pick up the random wrappers and blank papers on the ground, stuffing them into the trash can next to the counter.

"Why? I told you to leave."

"I'm not as obedient as you'd hope," I say and continue cleaning. I get to his open sketchbooks on his desk with countless papers ripped out, most of which are crumpled into balls, "What happened to your drawings?"

"Harley went through them."

"You just let her?" I ask in a motherly tone and he shrugs.

"I didn't care what she saw or what she did with them." His words blend together and he reaches out for his beer bottle on his side table but he sighs when he realizes it's empty.

He slowly gets out of bed and heads towards his mini fridge but I stop him, "Please don't drink anymore, Kookie." I plead and come between him and the mini fridge.

"Get out of my way." He grits but I don't move.

"No." I stand my ground and he tries to pass me but I stop him with my hands on his bare chest which is so much warmer than usual because of all the alcohol coursing through him, "Don't drink any more, just go lay down."

"Move it, El." He glares intimidatingly into my eyes and locks his jaw but I don't budge. Not gonna lie, I'm pretty scared, but I know he won't hurt me.

"Not until you go to sleep over there on your bed." I try to say confidently but it comes out a little shaky because of my nerves.

"Get out!" He raises his voice and I flinch at the sudden volume. I look up at him with glossy eyes and a fearful expression on my face. I've never seen this side of Jungkook. Scary, aggressive, almost demeaning.

His face softens when he sees my terrified features but the veins popping out of his neck and arms are still present.

"...okay," I say in broken tone and walk past him to go to the door.

I turn the knob but Jungkook pulls me back by my hand, "I'm sorry." His voice cracks and I can tell he's about to start crying, "Please don't leave me alone."

I wrap my arms around his waist tightly and cry into his chest. He cries into my hair and holds me like I'm his last chance of survival. "I won't," I assure him.

"Promise?" He questions with tears streaming down his face.

"Promise."

"What classes do you have tomorrow?" He asks me and I think only for a second before answering.

"Only two and I already know the material for the next week."

"You're staying with me tonight." He informs me and rests his chin on my head. I nod in agreement and snuggle my face into his chest more, feeling the heat radiate off of it like sunshine in the summer.

It takes us a few minutes to actually stop crying and pull apart from each other. I look up into his painfully bloodshot eyes which are even redder from crying.

I never thought I'd see the day where Jungkook is at his lowest point. He's crying hard and very drunk. We both feel like shit, and here we are hugging it out to grasp what little hope we have left.

We hesitantly drop our arms from each other, "I'm gonna go brush my teeth and get ready for bed, it's late."

I nod and watch him disappear into the bathroom. It's already three in the morning and I'm tired as hell and my head hurts but I go to Jungkook's desk to finish cleaning up a little bit.

I uncrumple one of the pages and smooth it out. To my surprise, it's a drawing of me with Paige and Emilie. I'm on the floor with them drawing with big markers on sheets of paper.

I uncrumple another one and it's the same one that I was watching him draw from over break. Our room from his perspective.

I smooth out a few others and a lot of them involve being over Thanksgiving break. And then I see two halves of a drawing on opposite sides of the desk.

I carefully place them next to each other and it's from the night we had our first kiss. He remembered every tiny and insignificant detail about the entire scene and it blows my mind that I can easily relive it from just looking as his drawing.

We're just a few moments away from kissing, I can see exactly when this scene was in my head.

"Don't look at those," Jungkook mumbles from behind me and snatches away the papers I've placed in a stack.

"Why not?" I frown and take the top one back, placing the two halves on the desk together, "It's beautiful. Why would you let Harley ruin these?"

"I wasn't thinking." He snakes his warm arm around my waist and I turn around to face him, meeting his eyes, "Sorry they're all ruined."

"Maybe we can replicate it...?" I suggest in a small voice.

"Nothing could ever replicate it. It was perfect." He cups my jaw in his hand gently and examines my tear-stained face.

"Do you still want to forget me like earlier?" I smile tiredly.

"I never want to forget you," he tells me and carefully connects our tender lips, moving so gently that it sends a surge of warmth throughout my body and tingles start at my lips.

He kisses me slowly, lazily. My fingers thread through his hair and my eyes drift shut so I can savor every sensation happening, even the tremble of his lips against mine.

He flattens his palm against my spine and brings me closer so there's no space left between our bodies. We kiss for long, lazy minutes before breaking for air to look at each other again.

"Promise me you'll never leave me," he leans his forehead against mine with closed eyes and the subtle desperateness in his tone catches me.

"I promise."

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Have you ever broken a promise to someone? Has anyone ever broken a promise to you?

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