FAKE LOVE || JJK✅

I LOST EVERYTHING

FLASHBACK~
In rage and anguish, Jungkook thrusted a punch on the glass-dinning table. Astonishingly his veiny tattooed hand were able to crack that inch thick glass slab in a second. But that doesn't mean, it had the audacity to disobey Newton's 3rd law. Let me remind you that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Immediately blood oozed out of his the deep cut, indicating how intense in was. But who cares? Inside he was burning alive and this pain is nothing in comparison. He continues to punch until the glass scattered in pieces and his index finger fractured like anything. He was screaming in pain. Pain of loosing his love. Pain of regretness.

Ruby was present there, seating on knees. Her tears were also sheading for the same guilt. Any human seeing someone self-hurting would protest and here Jungkook was literally release his frustration by breaking his hand. She tried to stop.

Ruby: Jungkook plz..

Before she could finish Jungkook shouted: YOU! For you I lost everything.. how dare u to call me by my name... just fucking get lost from here.. and never try to appear in my view, if u don't want to see urself in place of this table.

He indicated the broken glass pieces. Ruby was not in a condition to argue. She herself was going through the same phrase. She could well understand his state of mind. She stood up silently and headed to leave.
But for the last time, she looked back and said "Ik I've done wrong. Ik I've cheated. Ik I'm a culprit. I'am already paying for that and I'm ready to pay for the rest of my life.. But question yourself.. am I the one who started it? Actually u don't deserve Y/N.. nope!"

She rushed out without caring for his reply.


Her last words had stabed him like sharp knife.. He couldn't think more. His head was spinning. His heart was aching. His hand was bleeding. He fainted and fall in the floor..

-TIME SKIP-

Five months have already passed after the incident. Tho his hand was recovering but his condition was deteriorating day by day. He searched Y/N every possible corners but couldn't find. As if his life freezed without her. His habits, his job, his daily schedule everything paused. Now his only way to heal his painful wound was alcohol...

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TO BE CONTINUED