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[Because you are more than enough for me]





















“Do you remember? High school student, huh?”






"Sorry. I've already forgotten, and I don't want to dwell on the past. More than anything, I have too many responsibilities to play love at work."






“You don’t have to worry about me. I just want to like myself.”






- jungkook jeon.






“It’s too cruel to not even allow someone to have a crush.






- I may be cruel to you, but at least to me, you seem selfish. I hope we don't meet for anything other than work-related reasons in the future.






"I'll be selfish with you just this once. I'll somehow convince myself it's work-related. I'll even fool myself. So please, let me like you."






The playfulness has long since disappeared, and only silence flows between them.






“Please.”






- ...Jungkook,






“No, I just won’t listen to your answer.”






Apply ointment to the burned area with trembling hands.






“Don’t get hurt.”






- There's nothing to worry about.






The glass door opened violently and closed with a loud noise.






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“Where did things go wrong?”














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- It just makes me feel bad.






The female protagonist lies on the bed in the female employees' break room, covered only by a poor blanket.






- I like you too, but... you're too much for me to love. Knowing what kind of person you are makes it hard for me to get closer to you, Jungkook.






- ...If only you had given in a little less, and loved me a little less, I wouldn't have had to break up with you.






- Unlike you who blames yourself, I blame you badly.






-Why do you like days like that?






- I'm not good at anything, so why do you like me, Jungkook?






The question thrown into the air returned as a dagger and pierced the heroine's heart.






- When we're together, it just seems like it hurts too much.






- I hope you don't get hurt because of me, Jungkook.






- You are more than enough for me.












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Love is like a game.






If you take your eyes off it,




If you miss the timing,




If the opponent is too strong,





If I am too weak




The game ends just like that.







When the game is over and you reset it




Everything goes back to the beginning.




When I first go back, there is an emptiness that I don't know where to go,




Anger for no reason,




sadness, etc.




Many emotions are building up




There is no next game for the rest of us.







Love is,




It's timing.