Jungkook POV

I lay in my bed, hugging my knees tightly to my chest, hoping that it would make me disappear. My ear buds were deep in my ears, blasting my soul full of music. This is real, Jungkook. She's gone. Don't fool yourself. Everything's going to be alright. I turned my face back into my pillow, still sobbing, but I almost smiled into my pillow. Though every rough time in my life, that comforting voice had been there. Softly soothing me, delicately singing me to sleep.

I sat up in my bed, some of my black hair sticking to my face from a mixture of sweat and tears. Just thinking of the gentle voice made me smile ever so slightly. I glanced around my mostly bare apartment. Scattered across the floor were some old clothes, tissues, and a nearly empty disposable bowl of ramen. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and swung my legs from under the covers onto the floor. That morning was kind of a blur for me. I showered like normal, and after I got dressed, I grabbed my book bag and went to go to my lecture. Before I knew it, it was 3 PM, and I had just arrived at work. In the back room I pulled off my hoodie and looked for my apron, and I felt something hit the back of my head. 
"Umph," I mumbled as I realized it was my slightly stained apron. As soon as I had pulled the apron off my shoulders where it had landed, I turned around and was met with a box-like smile. 
"Hey, Kook!' I sighed and smiled, putting on my apron.
"Hey Tae," I said. Taehyung was sort of new here at the restaurant. He worked as a waiter, while I cooked. He had been working here for about three months. He was way, WAY too enthusiastic about this job. I guessed that it was his first job, and he just felt a bit more grown up. He practically screeched with joy when a man left a large tip, along with a note with his phone number. I forgot to mention, Tae is a huge flirt. He, unlike me, was not bi, but he was full on gay. He can tend to be a bit of a playboy, but since that guy, Hoseok was his name I think, he has stuck with him. We parted ways, and he went to go take orders, while I stayed in the kitchen. As the orders started coming in, I was listening to music has I made sandwiches and started making a pot of coffee. Fifteen orders in, I was right in the middle of making a tuna salad sandwich when I nearly slipped up with the knife. The reason for that was the radio station I was listening to suddenly played a song, which was then followed by a voice from the other room
"Oh, this is my jam!" I heard. I could see Taehyung's new boyfriend dancing in his seat, looking like an idiot. It was an American song, from an artist I knew well. Justin Bieber I think. The only part I knew suddenly came up, so I decided to sing along as I walked over to pick up the next order to give to Tae.
"If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go. Keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone. I can be a gentleman, anything you want. Cause if I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go~."

I picked up the plate and the cup of black coffee when I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, and the next thing I saw was my boss, covered in freshly made coffee. I was so shocked that I dropped the plate, which shattered into a million pieces on the ground. Taehyung walked in quickly and frantically said,
"What the hell is going on in her-" and he stopped and gasped. My boss was silent for a moment. 
"Worthless er. You are dead. Clean up this mess, then come to my office." And with that, he left the room. I looked to the floor. As I slowly cleaned up the mess, Tae shot my a sympathetic look before having to go back out to the customers. 
"He's gonna fire me."I thought to myself. I couldn't lose my job, even though it had a crappy salary of 211,000 won, it was barely enough to support me. Every bit of my money went to my rent. Taehyung sometimes out of pity gave me his paycheck. Tae was two years above me in college. The only reason I could get into college in the first place was because of some scholarship. My old school said I had good talent in visual arts, so that's why I'm here. But the only apartment I could rent is an hour bus ride away from my school. My boss knew how bad my situation was, and he was somewhat kind to me, at least in the beginning. After my first mess up, his kindness faded. He threatened to fire me, but I begged for one more chance, so he gave me one. However, I had just used up that last chance. Now I didn't know what would happen. To be completely honest, I should have walked out in that very moment. At least my dignity woul