Long Way To Love (Jungkook ff)

Chapter 32

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Third person p.o.v-

Jungkook stood there, unmoving, as if he were a statue carved from the coldest marble. His eyes, seemed hollow, as if they held no emotion at all. He watched you, absorbing every word you hurled at him with an eerie calm, like the eye of a storm, silent and foreboding, while you unleashed your fury.

"I've been thinking about this for a while," you began, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "But now, you're acting so strange, you know. Is this because I still remind you of that Y/N girl? Or is this just another twisted way for you to mock my pain? It's revolting to see this side of you. Just be the person you used to be, because with this behavior of yours, you are making me cringe."

Jungkook's expression remained unchanged as he slowly crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed on you with a chilling detachment. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice low and measured, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside you. "Now, I would appreciate it if you went and packed your stuff, or..."

That was it. The last thread of your patience snapped. How could he stand there, so unaffected, so cold, after everything you'd just said? Your blood boiled, your anger flaring hotter as you cut him off, your words spilling out before he could finish his sentence.

"Or what?" you snapped, stepping closer, your voice dripping with venom. "What will you do? Shout at me? Insult me by calling me a whore or slut?''

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, darkening to a shade that sent a chill down your spine. Your words cut deep, dredging up a past he'd tried to bury. The guilt was instant, sharp as a knife, twisting in his gut. He'd crossed that line before, and the memory of it lingered like a bitter taste in his mouth. But this time, he hadn't meant to say any of that. His jaw clenched, muscles tensing as he fought to find the right words, but you struck again, not giving him the chance to defend himself.

''Or are you going to choke me again, just like last time, just because you felt like it? Or maybe this time, you'll go further, and just kill me outright." 

Your voice, laced with a daring challenge, hung in the air between you, fueling the storm that brewed in his eyes. The moment those words left your lips, everything shifted. In an instant, his hands were on you—strong, unforgiving, seizing you with a force that made your heart stutter. Before you could process the sudden change, he drove you backward, slamming you against the cold, unyielding wall. The impact sent a shockwave through your body, a startled gasp ripping from your throat as his grip tightened, but in a protective manner.

You stared up at him, breathless, your chest heaving as his towering form cast a dark shadow over you. His eyes, once hold no emotion, were now pools of black fire, burning with a fury so intense it felt as though it might consume you. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, filling the small space between you with a tension so thick it was almost tangible.

For a moment, all you could do was tremble beneath his menacing gaze, fear mixing with a heady rush of adrenaline, leaving you dizzy. It was in the way his eyes bore into yours, as if he could see straight into your soul and claim it as his own.

"Don't," he began, his voice deep and menacing. "Don't you dare say something like that ever again. It's not funny, damn it," he gritted out, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt?. "You let out these words like it's nothing, but do you have any idea how they tear me apart?''

Her hand  dripping with blood,  slumped down as he lifted her.

His breath quickened, each inhale a struggle against the torrent of memories that surged in, unbidden and relentless. These were not just memories—they were ghosts, shadows of a past that clung to him like a shroud, haunting him with a pain that time refused to heal.