Fell for you || Jungkook fanfiction

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My life is a rollercoaster now.

Everything is going up and down uncontrollably. You're exhausted, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally, constantly running from one crisis to the next. All you want is a moment of peace, to sit back and relax without the burden of a single thought, to escape the chaos if only for a little while.

"What happened yesterday?"

your mom asked, her hand gently caressing your head. Being careful not to accidentally touch the injury.

"I told you, I just stumbled and fell. Don't worry."

She let out a sigh, and you hated lying to her.

You want to tell her to comfort you and tell you everything will be alright but you can't. You don't want to be the cause of her stress, don't want to add to her worries. So you keep it all inside, hoping that somehow, someway, you'll find the strength to deal with it on your own.

You're walking out of your house and heading to the office, trying to shake off the exhaustion and turmoil from last night.

Your mind keeps running, making you tense up again. Exhaling deeply, you try to calm yourself.... and your phone buzzes.

"Are you coming over?"

"No, I am going to the office," you say.

"Oh! I forgot; I'm the only one who got suspended."

Her sarcasm is palpable, cutting through the phone line like a knife.

"I'll try to come by soon. You'll be fine by yourself, right?"

"I guess...maybe..."

As you walk, a car suddenly halts in front of you, causing you to flinch and catch your breath. 

"What happened?"

Your heart races for a moment, but then you see who it is.

"Nothing! It's Ji-hun. I'll call you later."

You hang up and climb into the front seat of Ji-hun's car. He doesn't say anything at first, just looks at you with concern and curiosity.

"How did you get this injury?" he finally asks, his gaze focused on the bandage.

"Oh, this..." You touch the bandage gingerly, wincing slightly. "I just fell in the washroom."

And I've fallen into a quagmire of lies.

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Jungkook, nestled comfortably under his blanket, turned his head to the other side and felt another warm breath on his face. He tried to move, but a strange heaviness, like invisible chains, held him in place.

He opened his eyes, squinting against the dim light filtering through the curtains. His head throbbed from drinking last night, making it difficult to piece together what was happening.