Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
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And we will need this one to cleanse our soul afterwards:
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Jimin POV
I loved this version of Jungkook. Well, I loved all versions of him, but this...
He could be so cute. So adorable, especially when he laughed with his whole body or teased around with Lian. He could be funny and a bit ridiculous at times- a total kid really. He was a hopeless romantic. He could be smart and clever, like the time he took over the gang when both Namjoon and Lian couldn't. He'd proven then how efficient and clever he could be.
He was powerful and strong- jeez he was strong! I loved watching him work out. Would gape at the masterpiece of his body for hours on end and never get enough of how athletic he was.
Not to mention how fucking turned on I got when he fought people. And won. Because Jungkook always wins.
Damn, I still remember the doe eyed, sixteen year old kid, sitting in the back of this class, scared and alone... He'd looked so small then. So insecure and helpless..
This version before me was... the complete opposite.
Strong, confident, in control. And absolutely intimidating. Jeez, Jungkook was downright scary when he was like this- and I fucking loved it.
Just the way he looked at me now, his eyes dark and promising nothing good. What he had planned though- shit, I never knew. I often tired to guess and predict him, and yet he took me by utter surprise every time.
I knew he loved it too. The fact that he controlled this. I just guided and teased, but in the end, it was up to him.
It was hard to describe or go through all the shit that happened in my life to make a proper assumption as to why I was this way.
Perhaps having someone else control me made me feel as though I didn't have to be so strong all the time. Perhaps it was a way to compensate all my losses. Maybe it was just a kink.
