He kissed me and it felt so right.

But I ran away again.

I ran away from him, from the regret.

That day, I locked myself in my room, crying.

I felt like a mess. An absolute mess.

I was such a disgusting person for betraying someone I claim to love. I was cheating him by pretending to be the girl he loved.

Crying and rethinking myself in my room, I slept that day. I didn't realise when. I didn't know how, but I slept for a good long while.

The biological clock woke me up early the next morning. It had been seven days now.

Seven days since I talked to Jungkook, had him acknowledge me, had him love me, but all this time he thought I was Yasmine. I did all this only to be overwhelmed with the sense of inquity.

My doorbell rang multiple times since I woke up and I wondered who could be so impatient to enter my house.

I opened the door thoughtlessly and was absolutely bewildered to see Jungkook standing there.

How did he know my house?
I swear I never told him where my house was. Yasmine told him hers, but I never did.
Then how?

And without warning, he hugged me; tightly. As if I was going to vanish into thin air if he left me.

I could do that, the vanishing in air part, only if it was practical.

"Why would you run away? Why?" he asked me, complaining.

"Jungkook, I-," I tried to speak, but I couldn't find anything to speak.

"Sweetheart, don't doubt anything, I love you, and you deserve every bit of it," he said as he parted the hug and looked in my eyes; then all of a sudden, he pressed his lips on my forehead.

How many times will he shock me?

I don't deserve it, I'm still not Yasmine. He doesn't love me.

"Jungkook, I'm not the one- the one you love, I'm someone else who just- just looks like her," I hesitantly confessed.

"What are you even talking?" he said, weirded out by me.

"I'm, I'm not- not Yasmine," I said with finality. I knew this hurt me so badly, but the feeling of guilt was heavier.

"I know that," he said amusingly.

Did I make a joke?

"Then why, why would you say that you love me?" I asked him, being able to understand nothing.

"Of course, whoever that Yasmine is, you're not her. Why would you be a Yasmine?" he said finding my behaviour strange.

A Yasmine? Why would he say that?

"You loved Yasmine, but she suddenly disappeared," I said, mumbling, trying to make a point.

"Who Yasmine? When did I ever love a Yasmine? What's wrong with you?" he said, now passing out a chuckle.

"Jungkook, why- what?" I clearly didn't know what to say.

"Y/N, what's wrong with you?" he said, holding my shoulders.

Did he just say, Y/N?

He called my name, how? How did he even know my name?

"Wait, you know my name?" I asked him, confused.

"Of course, you're my girlfriend Y/N, what's up? Why are you acting so strange?" he worriedly stated.

"I-, Yasmine, where did she go? She always came to that park. You drew her, I drew you and her together, I even drew myself with you two.  How?" I muttered, but Jungkook heard it all.

"Y/N, sweetheart, there was no Yasmine. You came to the park. I admired you. You admired me too. We spent time together, now we're dating, how could you draw a Yasmine with me?" he gently said to me, holding me delicately.

I was beyond surprise now. I was just stunned. I knew nothing.

"Y/N, look at those drawings you drew of me and whoever that Yasmine is, show me too," he said to me, asking to rush with this thing.

We both looked over at those drawings. The sketches I drew.

We were both a bit taken aback by the fact that I had indeed drawn a woman with Jungkook, and a woman watching him with her. But the most interesting fact was that both of them looked exactly the same.

Both of them looked like me.

I drew myself two times.

And in the last drawing, I made a sketch of two people kissing. And the girl apparently Yasmine as I thought, was looking just like me.

"Y/N, you've drawn yourself two times. It doesn't mean any Yasmine exists. You just imagined all of it," he said to me, explanatorily.

"Yes, does that mean there is no Yasmine?" I asked the real question that I wanted answered immediately.

"Yes, sweetheart. There has never been a Yasmine. You imagined her all along. Maybe because of the story we're writing together," he explained everything to me.

Now it made sense.

Why I felt included with those two, it made sense because it was indeed me.

There had never been a Yasmine.

Jungkook had always loved Y/N.

He had always loved me.