"I trusted you, I guess it was my mistake"
"I messed up"
"we hurt only the ones we love"
- this story is purely an art of fiction, the images used are not mine, I hope you like it.
-This is my first ever story and so it's not so well written, the ch...
well I just had my dinner and I am not ready for this right now, but I turned around and saw some mans in suit, and here we go again, they started coming towards me and some of them had guns, I ran and hid myself behind walls, there are too many to handle at the same time.
They divided themselves making it easier for me and I knocked each one of them slowly and silently, after an hour everyone was on the ground (they are surely Rose fan).
some fainted and some groaned in pain, blood was seen on everybody's body from at least an area , well I make sure the one who laid hand on me will bleed, I had bruises too approximately everywhere, they were professionals , of course their master is brutal and remorseless.
I guess some used their sharp blades and tried to use their guns too, I was limping, my leg was hurt and so was my hand, well they were paining maybe because I punched and kicked too hard, I spat some blood that was demanding to drop and it was a huge lump. I shook my head because all this hurts.
I managed to reach my home and I took a shower and treated my wounds, and before I made my way to the bed I made sure banana kick and banana milk is in my hand. I ate them and slept.
Next morning
My bruises can be seen on my hands and I was still having hard time to walk, I decided to skip the college today.
I started doing my other works and got busy. It was evening when my doorbell rang and I ended the call on my landline which I have in my study for my work and closed my work.
It was ringing constantly, I made my way to the door.
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I opened it just to find Jungkook, panting heavily and with worried and angry face.
when he saw me he said quite yelling with worries evident "where were you today, huh, why weren't you present today, and if you skipped at least tell me, and why don't you check my messages, I called you , I don't remember how many time, so many messages, you know how much you made me worried, huh....do you have any idea". ......umm sorry I guess.
I stayed silent and said "come in", he stomped and made his way to the couch and I went to the kitchen and brought some water, he drank, "now tell me" he said in an ordering tone, "I was busy".
he scoffed at my reply and said "yeah, you were so busy to even check the phone, do you know how many messages I sent you" I took the phone that was on the table, checking it while making my way to the living ,it was 60 plus messages and 10 plus calls and before I could say even a word.
he came to me hurriedly and held my arm gently and looked at the bruises and panicked "why are you limping and where did you get these cuts and bruises" . we sat on the couch, he asked again "what happened to you, who did this" anger and worries incurred, well actual friend indeed.
