"After I am done with you, you won't even be capable of thinking of anything or anyone else but me"
I MOSTLY WRITE ABOUT JUNGKOOK!
book 2 for oneshots, previous book was deleted!
THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY TRIGGERING CONTENT, DON'T READ IF IT MAKE...
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"This is our end"
As Jungkook read the letter, each word hits him like a hurricane. He couldn't breathe.
"This is our end" he read that over and over, the room spinning around him. How could he? How could he have been so blind, so cruel?
He had done more than just hurt her; he had tormented her. She was hurt, and she still tried to talk to him, to make everything alright but he didn't listen to her. Instead he hurt her in the worst way possible.
How could he even blame her and not trust his wife? He should've been patient, knowing she couldn't speak up for herself, he should've been gentle.
Guilt clawed at his inside. He wanted to scream, to rage at the universe. This was his fault. All of it. He had pushed her away, driven her to this point where she was forced to leave him.
He clutched the letter to his chest, as if it could somehow bring her back. "I'm so sorry yn" was all he managed to speak with his broken heart.
The reality was inescapable: he had lost her, and he had no one to blame but himself.
Desperation consumed him. Jungkook stood up and began to tear through the mansion, knocking over furniture, ripping down curtains, and smashing anything within reach. Picture frames shattered, vases tipped over, and the sound of breaking glass filled the air, mingling with his loneliness.
And at that point he realised, no one would ever love him like y/n did.
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Jungkook thought of all the possible places she could go to. He reached her home, only to come back disappointed. When he said he was there to search for yn, they blamed him, asking what he did to her that she had to run away.
There was no trace of her anywhere, no clue about where she went. Jungkook hadn't slept or eaten properly since she left.
His business crumbled without his attention, but he didn't care. Profits, meetings, deadlines – all of it felt meaningless now. His once successful business now lay in shambles.
His eyes were bloodshot, his body weak from exhaustion. It has now been over three months since she left.
Jungkook clutched her picture close to his heart. "I'm so sorry," he whispered "Please come back. I'll change. I promise I'll change."
But the silence remained, And as the days dragged on, Jungkook could do nothing but drown in the sea of his own regret and madness.
As he lay awake in the night, he missed her presence. The way she would sleep beside him, the way she would caress his hair or trace her soft fingers on his face, touching his moles, outlining his lips and jawline, occasionally planting a gentle kiss on his face thinking he was in deep sleep but most of the times he was awake, but kept acting so he would know her true feelings.
