❝that addictive bitterness you like to call love.❞
My first fan fiction ever, so there'll be some mistakes. But I hope you'll like it!
completed.
start date: 2017, April 1st
end date: 2018, July 16th
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.Winner of the Face Award on Red and Gold 20...
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At Jungkook's House
10:12 am
The morning had come already. A few sun beams hit my face, making me turn the other way. I had Jungkook lying next to me and his arms wrapped around me.
He looked so peaceful, breathing quietly. I felt so warm being this close to him. I just keep staring at his face with a smile.
Last night...I haven't thought through what happened last night. How I ended up in bed with him, how my mom was murdered.
Mom...
For moments, I could hear her voice, which made me tear up. I'm just waiting for her to come back and this isn't nothing but a nightmare that I'll eventually wake up from.
"Yah...stop staring..." I hear Jungkook groan in a husky voice. Is he awake?
"Pff...I wasn't staring." I turn back to the other side immediately, my back facing him. Also, it was a good excuse to let out my tears without he noticing.
"Hey, I'm just kidding..." He chuckles and turns me to face him again. "Y/N, why are you crying?"
He looked at me with a worried expression, but I didn't answer him. My tears just kept falling down my cheeks as pain hovered me once again.
He wrinkles his forehead. "Y/N?...what happened?" I could feel his hesitant tone while trying to make THE question. I look away and close my eyes hard in the attempt of stopping myself from crying. Useless.
He remained silent, waiting from me to say something. But I didn't want to. Instead, I preferred to keep it to myself, at least for now. I sat up in the bed, while cleaning my tears. I got up from the bed and I was only wearing his white shirt from last night.
"I have to go. I got some issues to take care." I picked up my clothes and ran away to the bathroom.
"W-wait...don't you want to stay for breakfast?" Jungkook got up as well, but I was faster as I closed the door in his face. "Y/N-?"
I locked the door, and leaned against it. I fell on my knees, breathing heavily. I sobbed quietly.
"Y/N? Hey? Why are you crying?" He whispered from the other side of the door. "Let me in. Please."
"Jungkook...just go. Leave me alone." I answer between cries.
"I'm not letting you alone. You're in my house for fuck sake." He knocked at the door, but I just pretended that I wasn't hearing. I hugged my knees and kept swinging back and forth. "Y/N! Open the door! Y/N! Open the fucking door!"
His voice got louder, but I still didn't care. All I could think was my mom and wondering how the fuck this happened.
"Y/N...please..."I hear a fist against the door followed by a deep sigh. "You can tell me. Baby, please open the door."
