I went to the park, dressed in a floral puffed sleeve top and pastel pants.

As I reached, I saw Jungkook standing there covering something like a huge poster behind a cloth.

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"Close your eyes first," he said sweetly and I did as I was told.

"Okay, 1.....2........3," he said and I opened my eyes.

I was aghast, exasperated, surprised, shocked and whatnot. That huge poster sized thing was a potrait of mine. A huge potrait.

"I've been working on that since our first kiss," he admitted shyly and I was even more stunned.

I felt guilty.

Too guilty.

He loved Yasmine so much that it didn't matter if she existed or not, he loved her.

And I was absolutely in the wrong for trying to steal that love being someone else.

I was being utterly selfish. Not once thinking of his feelings, I was technically hurting him.

Because sooner or later, he'll find out through something that I'm not Yasmine.

And that day would be the one where he'll hate me. And that hate would be justified.

I am misleading him, manipulating him.

I am such a disgusting person.

I don't deserve any of this.

I don't deserve him.

I don't deserve love.