a smile took over my lips as i stared at him.

he was beautiful.

he was a masterpiece.

every little thing about him was perfect.

his lips,

his long eyelashes,

the way his blond hair complimented his pale skin.

i loved him.

i knew this.

he knew this.

yet,

we both knew it wouldn't work out.

i know being here was like torture,

but i didn't want to leave.

i just wanted to stay,

even if it ended up hurting me more.

i guess that's how jungkook felt that night.

like he didn't want to be there because it hurt being with me,

but he wanted to stay because he needed to be with me.

as soon as my phone started ringing,

i quickly answered it,

not wanting the sound to wake him up.

"hey."

"hi."

"what's up?"

"can we please hang out?"

"i-"

i looked at the sleeping boy laying on the bed.

i could easily leave him like he left me,

but i couldn't.

"i'm busy."