"I'll marry you."
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They say life gives you 7 chances of love. But what if you catch all of them? What if life gives you 7 different chances only to take every chance individually?
Warning:-
Phobias.
Psychological illness.
Violence.
A litt...
"I swear to the heavenly God I'll fucking break this phone." I rub my eyes before opening them to look at the caller ID. But the sight makes me choke. It was Jungkook.
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But the thing is, we always talk in texts, he never called me. I was conflicted, whether I should pick it up or not. Then the call disconnect and immediately started to ring again. What is wrong with him? I take a deep breath and pick up the call.
"Hello, is this Aria?" A lady's voice rang in my ears before I could speak, making me confused.
"Ah yes. It's me. May I know who's speaking?"
"I'm Mrs Sung, Jungkook's landlord. He hasn't come down so I came to check on him. After calling for so long I had to use my spare key to open the door and found him senseless on the floor. I somehow bring his body to the bed but it's dead cold and numb. His phone was on and you were the last person he texted from the last two days. So I decided to call you. Please come here." I take some deep breaths to process the situation. What in the hell is happening with my life? I think for a moment and sigh, before replaying her.
"Can you please send me the address?"
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"Where are you going this hurriedly? Jimin asks as I almost bump my leg with the bedside while searching for my scurf. Thanks to Hoseok, who pulls me a little to avoid the collision.
"Jungkook's landlord called me. He's unconscious and slept on the floor last night. I shouldn't have ignored his massages in the first place." Jimin suddenly grabs me by my shoulder and turn me towards him.
"Ari, why are you doing this? Are you still sure that you don't want your life to give a chance for love?" I look down at my hands at his question. Am I?
Hoseok held my shoulder, make me turn my gaze to him.
"Don't feel guilty about anything Ari. All we want is, don't start anything that we can't pull to an end."
*********** I ran inside almost kicking my shoes off in the process, only to find his landlord in the living room. She comes to me and holds my hands as soon as she saw me.
"Please take care of him. He was only saying your name in his unconscious state." She wipes the tears that leaving her eyes and pats my back, before leaving me alone in the house with my thoughts and an unconscious Jungkook. I take a deep breath and walk towards his room.
There he was, laying on the bed with his pale face and mumbling something. I walk closer to him to listen. But when I did, guilt washes me like salty seawater.
"Aria... Aria... Where are...you? Please tell me." His mumbles were low but enough to echo in an empty room. I place my hand on his cheek and immediately get a shock. His body is ice cold. I know he was on the floor for the whole night but the coldness his body had was way worse than that.
