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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚🔹️◁◁ ▐ ▌ ▷▷🔹️˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚


"Jungkook" you reprimanded in a monotone from behind.


Jungkook.


His government name has been reminisced. Things can't be good.


Jungkook had woken up before you. He had trouble shutting his eyes since many years. But with your soporific form beside him, even insomnia chose to shy away and let him lull in your cocoon of somnolent embrace.


But today was different. He was jittery. Restless even. So he chose to inhale the puffs of nicotine which artificially calmed his bundle of nerves, the thoughts however, choked him more than the grey clouds themselves.


As he stood by the railing of the balcony, drawing rings of remorse, you caught him red handed.


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