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❥Wild At Heart

{𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗔𝘁 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁}

~A person who has survived a struggle. Someone who has been through large emotional pain but their heart is still loving and strong.

; someone really pretty and daring

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 / 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Jungkook x reader | Broken friendship! au, fluff. oneshot.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight angst, making out.

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜: Christmas Tree • V | First Love/ Late spring • Mitski  | I Wanna Be Yours • Arctic Monkeys  | Pink • Two feet | Wild at Heart • Lana Del Rey.

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The cherry blossom of my sycamore tree

My living legend

My little scarlet, starlet

My partner in crime

My childhood best friend

My petite fille

𝐌𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐚.

was right in front of me, little hands wrapped Jimin's neck as she swayed slowly, graciously to the beat of the music blaring inside the pub. That adorable, cheeky smile that lights up my world, one which she gives me, she's giving it to him. 

Since we were little, we've been holding onto each other through rises and falls, but lately, it feels like she's been getting distant. And it was starting to get to me. I'd heard best friends parting ways bitterly like this was very common, but to accept that I and her would end up that way hovered a sharp double-edged sword on my head, which was starting to rip through me slowly and painfully.

So I did this.

I brought her to this pub with me, wanting to spend more time with her, like we used to. I'd been looking forward heartily to this night, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 night together. Hell, I even wore her favorite wine shirt with a black necktie. Even had an amusing idea of undoing my tie later intentionally to have her scold me stiffly yet out of love like she always did for still not knowing how to knot a tie even though I'm 5 feet 10. I loved how her nose scrunched up when she did that. And then she'd get on her toes to tie it up for me, her small frame lined up in front of my dense and bulky one. God, she'd be so close, and I longed that closure. Not from just anyone, but her. But it turns out I'm a fool.

I'm a fool for her.

Somehow even after knowing it, I can't let go. My problem is that I'd rather hear her voice than my favorite song. I brought this upon me. I catastrophically let every fiber of the strings which make me who I am today to be intertwined in her hands little by little. One word or gesture from her and I'll jump off of this ledge I'm stuck on right now, shoot that Jimin back to wherever the heck he came from as the night carried on, and crawl back to her.

Yes, it hurts to love her, but I still love her. It's just the way I feel.

And I've been dying.

I chug down the final sip of the cool brandy from the glass I'd been gripping tightly onto without even knowing. The scene that comes in my vision next burns the taste of the fresh and sweet drink acidly into my throat. I haven't drank much, I never do, it's the sight of Jimin snaking his hand down her waist, pinning her close, and grinding his hips vigorously against hers which made everything around me halt and vision cloudy for a moment. I feel like all my veins are exploding one after the other, venom replacing my blood flowing through them.