A quiet evening walking through town unexpectedly turns into a dramatic incident that turns Jungkook's life upside down.
Amnesiac, unnamed and untamed girl finds her way into the young man's heart.
However with a dark past catching up to them, coun...
♤♤"If I don't wake up, I'm better off I'll finally catch up on my sleep I've been so lost, 3 AM thoughts Are building a new home just for me
Tell me I won't be this way forever I can't do this for much longer Does anyone give a fuck? I don't think that's the case I wanna be anywhere else but here Lately, it's been getting hard to feel But I'm getting used to it"♤♤
Self destructive Vorsa
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"Again!"the instructor ordered as Yuri panted, trying to recover as her breath wheezed in her chest.
Mark, her instructor was ruthless. They wanted her past her limits and would stop at nothing to get what they wanted.
Rage flamed in her eyes and she held onto the stick in her hands. With a raving cry she lunged at him and span on her heels, crossing sticks and kicked him in the ribs, whirling around, twisting the stick faster than lightening and whacking him across the face.
Mark grunted as he tumbled back and dropped his weapon. Yuri smirked and span on her heels, throwing a high kick in his chest that made him fly back to the ground as his body hit the wall.
He wasn't moving as Yuri panted hard, feeling the blood in her throat.
A slow clap of hands, almost sarcastic drew her attention as she turned around and watched her mother staring right at her on the other side of the glass with a triumphant look in her eyes.
That was the fifth instructor she knocked out in one morning. She was close to passing out and tottered back.
No food had been given to her in the last two days, just water. They were training her harder, giving her only one ultimatum: survive.
Her body was sore and bruised from all the blows she received and the harsh training.
Someone quickly ran to her and handed her a bottle of water that she chucked down aggressively, her eyes never leaving her mother.
She gave back the bottle and watched as her mother turned away and left.
A wave of exhaustion washed over her, her stomach rumbling in hunger but she would not give her mother the satisfaction of begging for food.
She left the training ground and walked up to her mother's office, knocking harshly.
"Come in."the cold voice responded and she pushed the door open, glaring at the guards tensing by the door.
She shut the door behind her and directed her flaming gaze towards her beaming mother.
