~ Jeon Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook, most dangerous and wealthiest man to ever exist, networth over sextillion, mansions, cars, penthouses, clubs, hotels, companies all around the world that each cost over quadrillion, the man who could rule the entire world with just a phone call, is your ex-boyfriend, a world-wide model. you broke up two years ago.

Jungkook moved on easily, he was too busy to be crying over a finished relationship when the whole world was under his fist, but you were the complete opposite.

You continued acting like the model that always gave her best and had a perfect life, but you fell asleep to Jungkook’s memories and pictures, emptied bottles of your strongest alcohols in one sitting while listening to his voicemails, and never once tried to move on or even sleep with someone else to forget him for just one night.

Jungkook didn’t know what you were doing, didn’t care enough to ask, he was already dating a new girl, and he loved that girl more than he ever loved you, so he had everything he wanted. money, fame, love, friends, the whole dream life.

You though, you knew everything about his life, but you didn’t know about his knew lover, he kept his relationship completely private, so you still fell asleep dreaming about a day Jungkook would be back in your life.

One night, at two AM, Jungkook’s phone started ringing, the ID was you, FaceTiming him, and he picked up.

There you were, sitting behind your desk, wearing a black t-shirt, your arms resting on the desk and your chin on your arms, eyes bloodshot from the alcohol, your dark messy hair falling slightly over your face, looking far too lost and wasted for the model who had the fashion industry in her hands.