"Every single thing is cold. That bright sky is all darkened."
She's gone, she's really gone for good. D.amn. S.hit. Jungkook kept cursing and blaming himself. Loitering on the streets like a lost man aching to be found. The stabbing pain slammed into him as the memories of her played into his mind. He failed herー and he hated himself for being powerless. A coward, he thought.
Suddenly, a brisk of force hit his shoulder but he couldn't care less to the world around him.
"Hey, you punk!" The stranger yelled yet, Jungkook chose to ignore his roiled words. "Are you a deaf? Or did your parents didn't taught you some manners?" Still, he continued to move forward not bothering the s.hit from the stranger's mouth. "Fine, time for some lessons kid."
Without him grasping the situation, he was hastily pushed against at the corner of the walls. S.hit! He cursed to himself as he felt a hand strangling his neck. Jungkook fixed his eyes on the stranger with pure murderous intent, nabbing his wrist with a snap reflex. He was more than ready to fight back but higher grounds was never on his side.
The sound of beating skin and groans are the only noises ringing on a silent alley. With each fresh strikeー he came back to the body with pain. Jungkook could only strive to defend himself against the attacks, deflecting their thrusts while each hammering strikes sent him to the ground. It was more of annoyance than a threat to his life as the metallic taste of blood and the searing pain of cut-flesh served to brought his senses back. He grunted once more as his attackers came into his view, grinning with mockery and left his whole body in vitiated.
At this time, Jungkook was never afraid of death.
It pierces me, I am mentally going crazy, I hate this, take it all away. I'm sorry, I love you, please forgive me.
"Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook." A deep-tone voice travelled through his inner sentience and a familiar touch was shuddering his half awake body. "Hey, open your eyes bud."
Jungkook carefully lit his eyes open, squinting before his sight met Kim Taehyung. Or V which he wanted others to call him.
"Are you crying?" V teased, trying to hid his face from laughter. "Manly my ass."
What? Crying? For the first time, he woke with tears streaming down on his face. "Shut the hell up," He begun, annoyed by V's sudden remark. "Who you calling a crybaby?"
This time, V laughed at his expression. "Don't lie. It's written all over in your face, Jungkook." V hummed before he begun his interrogation. "I mean, what happened to you? You were acting strange. Well, distorted, are you?"
"Strange? Are you kidding me? Nothing happened, hyung." Jungkook replied in a sarcastic tone. "It's just you and your 4-D self."
V scoffed, skipping the idea of ripping his tongue and bit back a scathing retort. "Devil kid."
"Of course. Exactly V, there's a great resemblance." Jungkook stood up as a playful smirk flashed on his face. "Devil may come as a daydream. I create my own nightmares."
"Pffftー I know. You're more than a hundred percent cold-hearted retard." V joked and finally, fishing the car's key out on his pocket. "Let's head back. I don't wanna get our asses kick by the manager."
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