54: Jungkook ❤️‍🩹 Y/n

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“ And so being Crazy
dipped in folly
I fell in love
With an angel
While wrapped in silk,
Me, i, aka a Devil himself.
Touché? ”

by Ak-

ᄂ𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆 ♪♫ 🍃: 'Yeh fitoor mera' by Arijit Singh.
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Quiet that's what we were, everyone left it's already past 4. No sign of any army breaking into the house.

I sat beside her on the bed just staring at eachother, she cleared her throat looking away from my gaze

Grazing at her only make me realise. How much I needed her. In my life. Her presence. Her scent. Her feminine laughter. Her.

I looked down at my hands.

"Y/n-"

"I'll not talk to you.." my eyes widened as i looked up at her. What does she mean?

S-she will not talk to me?

"I.. I know y-you're mad at me.." I spoke but she continued ignoring me, avoiding staring at my orbs

I felt guilty. Felt like I'm the worst person alive, How can I? How can I lash out on her like that?

She is pregnant with my baby inside her womb, God how am I gonna wash my sin?

-her pov-

I can feel his gaze watching me with guilt and tears visible in his doe eyes.

But it's needed. It's needed to make him realise his mistakes every time when i forgive him without a sorry

I shouldn't this time.

Because like the moon, we should go through phases, to feel full again.

I should give him time to learn how to apologize.

The door creaks open revealing bam and rooh walking inside. As they took a seat on the ground beside the wooden bed,

"Don't ignore me y-y/n.. please.." he spoke like a child, a child longing for his mothers love and affection, Grievously with words stuttering and voice so soft and shivering

Like an innocent child afraid his momma may leave him.

Like a fragile glass. About to break into pieces.

"Fine.. I will do as you say.. i-i won't fight with father.." he surrenders, surprised, my orbs went into wide set as i glanced at him.

He bit his bottom lip, almost nervously. His red eyes showing evidence he was at the verge of crying.

Making my heart shatter into pieces and the urge to engulf him in my arms. But not till he apologize.

Just not this time.

A sob left him suddenly. And i shot my head at him, my heart sadden badly watching tears rolls down his cheeks

“I love y-you y/n..” Like rain, I fell for you too, these are the words, i craved, longed, suffered, shuddered, prayed, and fought for.

Like Akrasia, which means lack of self control.

Was this the moment? All the Poet's write about? The moment that finally arrives which you have been needing all this time?

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