"𝓐 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮'𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷."
- 𝓡𝓾𝓶𝓲

Taehyung and I... broke up.

"Hey, Jungkook." Hoseok tapped my shoulder, snapping me out of trance.

"You're spacing out again." He uttered, looking at me with concern in his eyes.

I forced a smile as I turned my attention back on the book I'm reading or should I say staring at for a long time since nothing really enters my fucked up mind.

"Dude, you should seriously move on."

I heard Yoongi's voice from my right, but I just pretended as if I didn't hear him at all.

I wanted to move on, who wouldn't anyway?

Do they think I enjoy being stuck with someone who dumped me like a hot potato?

Hell, no!

I badly wanted to move on more than anyone else.

I'm done dwelling with the pain of my broken heart, but what could I do?

No matter how hard I try to keep him out of my mind, as foolish as it may sound, he's engraved in my heart.

Damn that Kim Taehyung for making me like this.

I sighed in frustration, abruptly closing the book that made my friends turn their attention on me.

"I'm going." I excused myself without throwing a second glance on them.

The number of students inside the library increased as I was leaving the premises.

Good thing I didn't have to deal with a suffocating crowd.

I made my way to the rooftop, the only place I wanted to be at the moment to hopefully clear my mind.

A lot of students greeted me on my way up, some with the most flirtatious smiles, aiming to get my attention now that everyone knows I'm single as fuck.

"Hey, Jungkook.. You're looking good." Jennie commented with a sexy grin on her face as she attempted to halt me with her other friends, eyeing me like a meal.

I rolled my eyes, walking past through them.

"I know. No need to stress out the obvious." I immediately rushed up the stairs, not caring if they started to scoff at my remarks.

Flirting with obvious flirts isn't what I need to forget about a certain brunet.

It'll take more than that to replace him.

As I reached the top, I wasn't disappointed to see that the door is locked.

Perks of being the son of the university director, I get to keep the spare key and use the rooftop whenever I want.

The fresh and calming breeze welcomed me as soon as I opened the door which instantly made me smile.

"Peace, at last." I murmured to myself as I laid on the pavement, letting the sun's rays touch my face.

It's a beautiful day, but I felt like shit as I abruptly sat, fishing out the cigarette box on my pocket.

I need a smoke.

I lit one and immediately puffed on it, letting the vile smoke feel my lungs. It's been a long time since I smoked because Taehyung doesn't like it.

I sighed, remembering the moments when I'll get a scold from him because of smoking.

"Yuck! Will you drop that right this instant!" Taehyung's scowl look so cute as he went near me.

He snatched the cigarette in between my lips, dropping it down on the ground and stomping on it.

"I told you I hate it when you smoke." Taehyung pouted, leaning forward to smell the cigarette from me.

"You stink!" He grimaced, making me smile.

"Sorry, love. I was a bit out of it that I needed to smoke." I apologized, gripping him around the waist and pulling him closer.

"Go away. You smell bad." Taehyung jokingly pushed me, but I was stronger than him.

I nuzzled my face on his neck, peppering him sweet little kisses that made him giggle.

"Stop!" Taehyung laughed out, feeling ticklish all over.

I quickly claimed his lips, making him groan. Our tongues played in his mouth as the kiss deepened.

"Koo-"

I didn't let him speak as I kissed him once more, loving the feeling of his soft lips against mine.

We were both panting when we pulled away, eyes full of love and need for each other.

"You taste bad." Taehyung whispered low, still going on about the cigarette and how badly he hates it.

"Really? Taste me again." I uttered, kissing him once more that made him moan in pure bliss.

"Fuck!" I cursed, snapping out of the memory.

I threw the cigarette as if it's a poisonous snake and stomped on it harshly, feeling even more fucked up.

Even smoking reminds me of him now.