He's My Only One

{Kimma’s POV}

"Kimma..." Jungkook says as he breaks the kiss again.

"W-What is it?"

"Admit it, you're falling for me, aren't you?" He whispers into my ear with a smirk.

What should I do? Do I tell him that my feelings are growing for him? Will he reject me? Will he do the opposite of rejecting me?

My heart pounds against my rib cage and all I could do is stand there in silence. He pulls away and laughs while saying, "I'm just kidding,"

He's just kidding?

"W-What do you mean you're kidding? Kidding about what?"

"I mean exactly what I just said. I'm just joking with you. I'm joking about you falling for me and I'm certainly just messing around when it comes to kissing you,” he says as he takes my phone out of his pocket.

"Oh, and here’s your phone," He says as he tosses my phone towards me and starts to walk away.

"Go ahead and go home while you're at it,” he says and leaves the coffee shop.

What just happened? What did I do?

I take my backpack from the floor and swing it over my shoulder. I turn on my phone and see that I've gotten 8 missed calls.

6 from my dad, and 2 from Minje.

I sigh and walk out of the coffee shop while texting my dad.

I tell him that I'm on my way home and that I've gotten a part time job to help support our family.

I hope he takes it nicely.

By the time I make it home, I can't help but sniffle and feel my anger boil at the thought of Jungkook kissing me.

He kisses me and says that he's freaking joking?!! That he's messing with me?! Who does he think he is to just kiss me and then walk off like that?! What the hell is his problem..

I knew he was just like my ex..

I open the front door of my house and walk inside to see everything a giant mess. I walk over to the couch and see my dad sitting there, reading the text that I sent him a few minutes ago.

"How come you didn't answer my calls Kimma?" He asks in a deep cracked voice.

"My phone battery died and I didn't charge it until recently,” I say casually as he gets up from the couch.

"Answer my calls you bitch!!"

He throws his phone across the room and it smashes into pieces. I jumped at the loud noise and he looks at me with disgust.

"So how was fucking that stupid boy? Did you satisfy your whore needs?"1

I stay quiet at his words and he kicks the table in front of the couch.

"Of course you would whore around. You're just like your fucking mother" he says and looks at me with hatred shown in his eyes.

"Mom was never a whore!!!"

I yell at my father and immediately regretted the words that spilled from my mouth.

Crap, I'm really going to get it now...

I feel a hard slap across my face and I fell to the ground.

"Dad stop this isn't the way you are!!" I continue to yell for him to stop, and eventually he does..

He pulls me up by the collar so that I'm standing and walks out of the living room.

"Stay here", he says in a gruff voice. He comes back a few minutes later holding something thin in his hands.

He walks closer and I notice that he's holding cable wire with scissors in his hand.

"You want to whore around so much? Let's see who will fuck you when I'm done with you,” he says as he pushes me onto the floor. I try to get up again but he pins me and takes the scissors to start to cut my hair in all sorts of different angles.

"You're going to school like this tomorrow and you will NOT recut your hair to fix this shit. You will leave it as it is, you understand me?!"

I continue to stare at the ceiling with no emotion at all, slowly nodding my head.

So this is how my life is going to be from now on? This is what it's going to be like?

Having my heart broken repeatedly every single fucking day and having my father abuse me all the time?

He gets the cable wire and cuts it while he stands up. He hits my stomach with the cable and I screamed.

"It hurts doesn't it?!" He yells and hits me again. I curl myself into a fetal position as he continues to hit me with the cable.

I screamed and screamed until he finally stops.

"Stupid whores deserve worse,” he says and throws the cable wire next to me.

I continue to shake and lay their on the floor for a couple minutes from the shock. I slowly get up and went to the kitchen.

I walk into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the drawer. I close the drawer and made my way up the stairs, towards my room.

I don't know if I can do this kind of shit anymore. I thought I was strong, I thought I was able to handle anything and everything that was thrown at me.

But apparently I'm not. I don't think I can take this shit for any fucking longer.

I close the door to my room and sit on the bed as I stare at the knife in my hands.

I grip the knife tightly as I throw it across the room.

No Kimma, this is not the way to go.

That's when an idea springs to my mind.

I'll just wait till tomorrow…

It’ll end faster that way...

**********

I made it to school with my school uniform on and my backpack slung over my shoulders.

I didn't put makeup on, because there's no point in doing it anymore.

With each step I can feel the wounds all over my body pulse with aggravation.

I walk through the hallways of the school and found the staircase. I walk up the staircase and I finally made it to the roof.

This is it. This is the place where I'll end it.

At least my last moments will be of me falling.

Almost like I'm flying.

Almost like I'm.. Free of everything.

I drop my backpack onto the floor as I walk to the edge.

I recall the memories of how my family once was. How we were sad separated, but happy once we were put back together.

I recall how happy my father was and how strong he was. How kind, but still strict to me.

I recall how sweet my mother was and how warm her hugs were when she was still with me.

Warmth....

I've only felt that same warmth once before...

Jungkook...

His smile has brought me warmth, and just his smile alone brought me to happier times.

His hugs brought me back to the simpler times.

His laugh reminded me that it's okay to show emotion to others that are close to you.

I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him.

Thank you Jungkook, for bringing me back to those happy times.

Minje, thank you for being there for me as much as you possibly could. You were a great friend that I would never forget. Even though we started off with the wrong foot, you were still nice to me. That's something I cherish about you.

Taehyung, thank you for saying hello to me on my first day, and helping me find my way. Your kindness will be something that I'll never forget.

Thank you to all of you who brought me those small smiles. For those who showed me a brighter day every once in awhile. Even though I haven't known you guys for long, you were still my best friends.

And I'll cherish you all forever.

I smile as tears fall from my eyes.

This will be it.

I thought I was strong, but apparently I'm not so strong anymore.

I'm just a stupid human, I can't keep staying strong like this.

Before I step off the ledge, a sweet melody was played through my head.

The sound of Jungkook’s piano, was playing through my mind.

I sigh and remember his sweet song.

The perfect song to remember before I end all of this.

I'll see you very soon.. Mom.

I leaned forward as I start to feel the breeze quicken around me.

Jungkook... Thank you for giving me my most precious memories with you. I'll cherish them in me forever, I promise.

Your smile, was the one that means the most to me. Thank you for that.

I lean forward and spread my arms so that as I'm falling, I can feel the wind hit all the parts of my body.

"Kimma!! Get the hell away from there!!" I hear from behind me. I turn my head to the side to see Jungkook running towards me.

But it's already too late..

I've already jumped.

"KIMMA NO DON’T!!!"

"Jungkook don't jump after her, you'll kill yourself!"

I hear from behind me as the ground becomes closer and closer, the wind quickening around me.

Goodbye Jungkook, you were and always will be precious to me…

And I’ll always remember you…

Hopefully...

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