𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘮e"
A story where they destroy themselves for each other in the wane of love and desire.
𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 �...
Love can affect one in many way possible, once you have it you console it, take it in the best way possible, but once you lose em, the pain can strike you badly.
I don't wanna let you go, cause you made me like this for you, and I'm afraid, I won't see myself with no you. "
Chapter 1 -Drugs And Dreams
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"Yara" he called out slowly with trembling lips, a brunette turned her head to him, her cheeks a light shade of pink, her lips looked plum.
She smiled, making her eyes scrunch up into a crescent like shape, her brown orbs looked like they held the whole universe to him.
She was his, Jungkook's.
He felt the warmth of love engulfing him as she stood in front of him in a satin light peach dress. She glowed. She was indeed the prettiest girl he had ever met.
It must be a dream but he wanted it to never end, what once was his is now a past memory; a bitter-sweet memory.
A loud bang on the door woke Jungkook, a hoarse groan leaving his throat, stirring in the bed, he laid on his chest. He was awake now, but didn't open his eyes, the past dream playing in his mind, he didn't remember it clearly, only her face was clear.
"Jungkook," A loud voice called from outside his room. It was Jimin's. He sounded stern.
"Fuck this" Jungkook breathed out of frustrating. His body was sore, eyebangs marked his once lively eyes. He looked tired. His lips were chapped, some stumbles visible on his cheeks and side of lips.
He now turned to face the ceiling, staring at nothingness, his mind clouded with thought of blue. His hands creased the other half of the bed, he let out a shaky sigh. Once this bed was full of love and warmth, and she was there too, with him. Now the whole room felt empty, depressing.
On one side of the wall there was a Polaroid frame. In the picture, one was him, eye filled with happiness, showing off a big toothy smile, he was hugging a brunette close to himself, who was sitting on his lap, she had this puffy cheek, sunkissed skin, her eyes scrunched in a crescent, her as happy as him. They looked perfect, like they completed one another. They really did.
