"People often say, the more you give, the less its value gets..."
"Jungkook-"
"I'm right at the end of my giving, Taehyung. I've nothing left to give you. So I'm done."
At the peak of their success, Taehyung lost his way, Jungkook lost his lover, an...
As you see this a three shot, mean have three parts only, each part atleast have 7k+ words so be patient with the story.
I'm actually nervous about this one,worked hard on it... well, lets see.. hope i did well, please comment and leave your thoughts 💜
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Taehyung is 31 year old, an well known Hollywood actor.
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Jungkook is 28, one of the well known designer, have his own fashion company, named 'Tigerbun' . . . . . . .
"Ah-ah," Jungkook whimpered, holding the tiny cut on his finger. He put the finger into his mouth to stop it from bleeding.
He paused for a second before resuming, gently picking up the broken pieces of the photo frame. Those pieces now seemed oddly familiar, oddly familiar to his heart.
He gathered them into a cloth, then stood up and took one last look at the man on the bed, sleeping on his stomach, so peacefully unaware. Jungkook turned away, carrying the broken frame to the kitchen. He threw the pieces into the dustbin and washed his hands, the cold water numbing his skin but not his pain.
Without much thought, he walked toward the bathroom and locked the door behind him, knowing no one would come anyway. Still, there was that small flicker of hope that maybe his lover would walk in. Jungkook chuckled bitterly at his own foolishness.
He stripped off his clothes and turned on the faucet for the bathtub. The sound of water filled the silent space. As he climbed into the tub, the cold water made him shiver, the winter chill of New Year's biting into his skin.
But the sound of the water did little to mask his broken sobs, his hiccuping gasps for breath. It did nothing at all to hide his pain.
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"Good morning, Jungkook," Jimin greeted as Jungkook walked into the studio.
"Morning, Jimin. Is there still three set left for snow collection?" Jungkook asked, settling into his chair.
