I woke up with the smell of breakfast in the air. The space where jungkook slept was empty. I sigh, looking at the ceiling.
Two days more, and this will end. And I will always miss is prescene, his whole being, his so called love pretend.
"Hey.. I cooked breakfast.. "He smiled. Walking closer to me as wrap my arms around his neck.
He lift me up, and kiss my forehead. I peck his lips in return, smiling sadly as this lips of his kissed someone else's Other than mine.
"Ggukie, remember when we made love? When you carried me all the way here, in this same bedroom? When we locked our fingers, look into each others eyes and drown into each others pleasure?.. Can you still remember it Gguk?.. "I whisper, burying my face on his nape with a little smile plastered on my face.
"That.. That night I held you and you cried.. I— asked if I hurt you.. But you said it felt good.. And then.. Then after that, you got pregnant with our Prescious child.. " He gulps, his Adam apple bobbing. I Hum in silent, as he walk downstairs for breakfast.
And at that same day, in our bed we made love. Remembering our half forgotten memories, I cried like the first time and it felt so surreal..