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Waste it on Me

Jungkook Imagine:

After 3 years of silence, your ex decides to reappear out of the blue.

You style your hair the way you like and throw a light shade of lipstick on. I can't believe I'm doing this, you think to yourself, but maybe, just maybe there's hope in this. An uneasy feeling hits your stomach as you finish your make up, and reach for your favorite winter coat that compliments your favorite outfit for the evening.

Memories of the break up cloud your mind as you pace around the kitchen waiting on your ex to pick you up. He is planning on taking you to your favorite restaurant that sits directly in front of your favorite shopping center. Maybe he will even apologize. Start over, make things right again, you wonder as you try to picture a perfect night.

You didn't mention anything to your friends about the upcoming encounter and even your parents have no idea. I know what they will say, you said to yourself a week prior when your ex decided to message you asking how you've been. Maybe this is all a game? You question, but it's been 3 years? He must to have changed after it being that long, you decide.

He's known for being verbally abusive towards you in the past, playing with your emotions, accusing you of things you have never done, but with it being 3 years since the last time you saw him, you can't help but think maybe there's a reason he's coming back. But, is the reason a good reason?

Before you have a chance to answer the million questions running over and over in your brain, you hear the doorbell ring. Lips parted, your eyes widen as the nerves wave in your stomach. You can do this, you can do this.

You open the door, your ex greets you with a bundle of your favorite flowers. "Oh, wow!" You breathe as you timidly take the flowers from him.

"Well, you look beautiful." He compliments, as you rush to lay the flowers on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you." You say, as you take in the nice outfit he is wearing, the cologne you always liked, he fixed his hair the way he used to on fancy date nights before the relationship went to dust.

"Shall we?" He smirks and offers you his arm.

You take it still with a shy grin and follow him to his car.

The ride to the restaurant did not take as long as you thought it would, and the two of you are sat immediately the second you walk into the restaurant. Your ex orders for you, a meal from this restaurant you always get when you go, and your favorite drink.

Small conversation starts until your ex has a look in his eye as if he wants to ask you something but decides against it. You wonder if it will be something romantic, or maybe he will ask about the break up and how you have been since then. Maybe he will apologize and tell you how much he has missed you and all the lessons he's learned since losing you.

Maybe he will talk about adventures you always dreamed of going on and if you have been able to accomplish them. Maybe he will see the person you have always been and will love you the way you deserve. Maybe he-

Before you know it, dinner is finished and the two of you head to his car with all these questions remaining unanswered.

Once the two of you are seated comfortably in his car, you are about to buckle your seat belt when your ex clears his throat.

"So... I have a question for you..." He begins, and suddenly, the uneasy feeling you had earlier returns. Something doesn't seem right in the tone of his voice which is very familiar to you from 3 years ago. It was the tone of voice that means you need to prepare your heart for whatever he's about to say because it's going to hurt you.

You tense up, your shoulders rigid. You look ahead and grit your teeth trying to ignore the feeling of nausea in the pit of your stomach.

"I know this is a bit random, but I really need to know." He continues. You swallow at the lump in your throat.

He begins speaking, "How many people have you been with since you know... We brok-"

SLAM!

You slam the passenger car door behind you as you stomp toward the front of the restaurant.

The crisp, winter air is blowing through your hair as you hold back tears.

You hear the rushed zoom of his car leaving the parking lot, squeaking against the road. You pull out your cellphone and dial your mother's number.

"C'mon mom, pick up." You murmur, wiping at a tear that manages to roll down your cheek.

After a second time calling, your mom doesn't pick up. She's probably still at work and you sit down on the bench behind you fighting more tears.

I knew it. I knew it! Why did I do this myself?
You think to yourself. You know better, [Your name], You know better than this. You-

"Hi.." A soft voice surprises you, and you look to see who the stranger is.

He's tall with dark hair lying flat underneath a black beanie. His hands are bundled in the pockets of his leather jacket, and you notice he is also wearing a dark shade of jeans and black converse. His eyes are shy, and his lips are parted as if he wants to say something else, but you decide to speak up.

"Hi," You greet thinking he may be a stranger just passing by, but to your surprise he still stands there.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I just happened to notice you leaving that car a second ago and wanted to make sure you're okay."

His words are kind, but at this moment, you're not in the mood for sweet talk if that's what he is trying to play. And of course, after the night you've had so far, another boy causing you heartbreak is not in your best of interest.

You fold your arms across your chest and look down at your shoes, gently scraping the tips of them against the cement of the sidewalk.

"May I.. May I take a seat?" The stranger asks. You nibble the inside of your cheek in doubt.

You nod, and the guy takes a seat beside you, glancing in your direction.

"My name is Jungkook." He introduces himself. "What is your name?"

You meet his eyes for a second, and quickly look back towards your shoes. He is much cuter than you realize, and you try ignoring the butterflies that decide to gather around your heart.

"[Your Name]." You say timidly.

"It's nice to meet you." He says, looking back to the parking lot. His arm is almost touching yours and you realize how close he is to you. As if something takes over you, you begin to speak.

"He asked me a question he shouldn't have asked." You say as the shock overwhelms you. Did I just say that out loud? You grit your teeth in irritation at yourself, but for some reason, this stranger sitting next to you is giving you a sense of trust you have never felt before. Maybe it's because he is a stranger? Maybe not knowing him and possibly never seeing him again gives you the bravery of telling him what just happened; telling him why you're done with love and how nothing ever seems to go the way you thought it would, or hoped it would? Maybe-

"The person in the fast car?" He asks interrupting your thoughts.

"Yeah... That was my ex." You look away for a second trying to gather your words.

"I'm sorry." He says looking down at his knees then returning his eyes to a light post a few feet from the bench the two of you are sitting on.

"It's okay." You muster. "He's done it before."

The cold is starting to return to you and you notice the white air coming from you and this nice boy's mouth each time the two of you speak. For a second, you forgot its winter and the poor boy beside you must be freezing.

"I'm sorry," You apologize, realizing the two of you have gotten lost in conversation for some time. "You must be freezing."

"No, no I'm fine." He gives you a sweet side grin when you meet his eyes. A blush rushes to your cheeks and you're praying he doesn't notice.

"Actually, if you need a ride home, I can take you." He offers. "And if you need to talk about everything and get things off your chest, I'm a good listener."

You look back at him, as trusting as he seems, you've never been comfortable getting in a stranger's car. You look down at your twiddling fingers, butterflies still swarming.

"That's very nice of you, but I don't really get in cars with people I've just met." You say honestly expecting him to become annoyed.

"Okay then," He nods standing to his feet. "The bus then." He offers you his hand.

"Wait, what?" You're caught off guard by his reaction.

"The bus." He repeats with a smile showing off beautiful, pearly teeth. "It's public, there are stops everywhere and probably one near your house, I will pay for it, and it's warm."

"But- but what about your car? My house is about 20 minutes from here." You stand slowly to your feet trying to get this kind stranger to change his mind.

"I will ride the bus back and drive my car back home, I only live 5 minutes from here." He gestures with his hand once again for you to take it. "Even if I lived 30 minutes from here, I still don't mind."

You feel overwhelmed by the genuine smile he has on his face. Even with your ex, he never shown you the kindness that this stranger by the name of Jungkook has shown you.

"I- I don't know what to say." You're speechless.

"You don't have to say anything," He smiles, his hand still outstretched.

With a big smile, you reach for his hand with yours, your heart flying in the process.
As you follow him to the nearest bus stop, a few people are gathered around waiting for it to arrive. Jungkook never let go of your hand, and you weren't gonna let him.

Even on the bus ride home, the two of you talk about random things, sharing laughter and memories, to the point you forget why you were even sad earlier to begin with. Once the bus arrives at your stop, your smile falls and your heart feels heavy.

Jungkook's smile dims too once he realizes where the two of you are.

"I'm home now." You murmur in disappointment. You begin to stand and join the other passengers about to exit the bus.

"Wait-" Jungkook says as he stands with you. "Here." He hands you his phone, which you realize the two of you never touched your phones the whole night since meeting. He quickly unlocks it. As the passengers are still gathering to exit the bus, you swiftly type in your number and hand Jungkook his phone.

In this moment, this moment right here, something washes over you, and it's something you don't want to fight anymore. The next thing you know, you are on your tippy toes, hands on his shoulders, his face a blur, and you peck his lips with yours. You don't give him time to react.

"Thank you." You whisper. Even if Jungkook doesn't understand or know the reason you're thanking him you don't care. He just gave you the best night you have had in a while. And, it was much needed.

You give him one quick smile and rush to get off the bus.

As you make it to your room, the happy feeling in your heart leaves a smile on your face. Here you were at one-point thinking love was a waste of time, and that it never works, and that no matter how much you give, you will always be let down. All you were given before were lies, manipulation, verbal abuse, and heart ache which gave you a false perception of love. What you had before wasn't love at all, it was a waste of time.

Your phone buzzes and you reach for it swiftly.

Tears well in your eyes, but this time out of pure joy.

Jungkook: No no, [Your Name], thank YOU.

And that's another reason you decided to thank him before leaving the bus earlier. Because not only did Jungkook give you a great night. He also gave you a new hope. A new hope that there is a possibility of falling in love again. But this time with a good person.

And for that, you will always be thankful.

And if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time like you once believed,

Then you are willing, for the first time in 3 years, to waste it on him no matter what.

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