LOST BOY.

|fifteen

soft music hummed from the radio in the hotel room.

i was sitting up in bed, just thinking.

it was probably around six in the morning by now.

my mind was drowning me in memories of the past.

yet, this time it didn't hurt.

for once i was thinking back to the high of my awfully wasted youth without feeling sadness.

it was nice to not feel trapped by emotions from years ago.

it was oddly relaxing to me.

my eyes shifted down to the boy beside me.

his messy dark brown hair covering his eyes as he slept.

i leaned forward trying to get a good view of his face.

he looked like such an innocent, fragile boy, yet being with me forced him to pretend to be a lot stronger than he should have to be.

love isn't about lying that you're okay and pretending you don't have any problems or stress because the guy you loved had too many issues of his own to deal with without having to listen to your own.

i mentally promised that i wouldn't ever let myself make anyone hurt the same way i did.

yet, didn't i?

jungkook didn't deserve to be with me.

he deserved to be with someone who brought him nothing but happiness.

and as much as i disliked admitting it, that person was kim taehyung.

"jimin?"

i snapped back to reality.

jungkook looked up at me sleepily.

"it's early." he looked out the window at the dim sunlight shining in through the curtains.

"go back to sleep."

jungkook nodded hugging my waist because i was still sitting up.

i wasn't going to give in to laying with him and pretend that we're okay.

"jimin?"

"mhm?"

"i love you."

"get some rest, jungkook."