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It would be an understatement to say you were suspicious.

He smiled and smiled and wouldn't even stop when you sat down in front of him. His strawberry hair was a bit messy today, and his skin had a sick paleness as if he hadn't slept a lot this night.

But still, he was smiling at you with the awful familiar bunny smile that you hated to love. The back of his nose was slightly wrinkled while smiling, a feature that managed to make your heat race every time you noticed it.

"Feels good to see you again Y/N." He said grinning.

F-Feels good?

You wanted throw your naive self out of the window. There you were, having believed that he would actually want to see you because of you, because he wanted to explain himself, to finally clear the mess in your head, tat had now lasted for three years, when in reality he had just set all this up because he was hurting. This selfish ass had probably realized how the pain of being separated with this other part of his soul only stopped when they were together.

You hated the fact that you had let your hoped being risen by this. You had been so excited through out the whole day, even though you felt ashamed of yourself for doing that. But, yeah, he had shattered your hopes really quickly.

You sighed, "Let's just get this over with Jeon."

The guy frowned, "What? Don't you want to spend a bit time with me?"

You felt your heart tighten at his words, your whole soul, body and mind screaming 'yes'. But you didn't allow him to see that and shook your head.

"No, not really. If you were in pain, then it will go away after now."

It was silent for a while, Jungkook looking down onto the table. And you even thought to see something like shame in his lowered gaze.

"Y-You are probably right." He stated and it seemed like his next words took him a lot of effort, "B-But I actually wanted to ask you something."

He looked up again, your eyes meeting for the first time today. He wore a strange expression, that you could've mistook for regret if you wouldn't know better.

"H-How have you been these three years?"

Two years ago

She had made her decision.

Whatever her family or friends would be thinking she couldn't bare to stay at her hometown, the place of all her childhood memories, a single day longer.

Breaking up school is a big thing, yes, but at this point she didn't exactly care anymore.

What's the point of going to school when you are physically and mentally hurting, each day you wake up?

She felt so incredibly pathetic. 

But this is the curse of the wonderful bond called 'Soulmates'. Your soul, mind and body grow attached to your destined one, on a way that makes you feel as if you're dying whenever you're separated for a longer time. It's hard to understand the meaning behind these words when you haven't experienced it by yourself.

She watched her parents getting smaller and smaller by each second the train distanced itself more from the place she once called her home.

Tears began to slip down her cheeks as she tried to contain herself.

All and everything is his fault. Why the fuck do I still want him back?

The poor one had never felt more lonely. But she slowly began to feel like she somehow deserved this loneliness. Believing that she did something wrong and shutting herself down more and more until she locked up completely.

He would never do such a thing without a reason. I know him after all, don't I? I must've done something wrong.

I hate myself.

Though she never told anyone about these thoughts.

You looked him dead in the eyes before you answered.

"I was doing okay."

He nodded, "W-Were you hurting a lot?"

You didn't answer his question so he just kept on talking insecurely.

"Because I... was."

You still didn't answer, looking down at your coffee that got served while you two were sitting at the table mostly quiet.

You saw your reflection in the brown liquid and didn't know if you should hate or pity the person you saw in it.

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I feel like this chapter was kinda depressing

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