lethal love • jungkook

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Chapter Six

Korang-Dong Mall rooftop, Wednesday, 5pm.

The wind gradually dishevels my hair in all directions as I sit where Jungkook was supposed to be.

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dear hyejin,

today I will be sitting at the edge of the rooftop, looking down on everyone underneath my feet, feeling high, feeling like I was on top of the world.

Join me?

j.j.k.
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My feet are loosely hanging over the edge, my arms supporting my body behind myself. Slowly the sun is going down, the moon already visible on the sun's previous spot on the cloudy sky.

It is beautiful. This moment is almost calming, as I stare at the skyscrapers all around me; the mountains in the farthest suburbs of the town drawing me eyes to themselves.

I lay on my back and close my eyes.

When I inhale, I hear his words ringing through my senses.

You came, he says in the most serene and gentle voice, you really came.

I smile. Of course I did, I say, I am happy to be here with you.

Happy, he emphasizes, you feel happy?

Only because of you, internally I want to scream at my words but the atmosphere is to beautiful to be ruined by my sanity, i stepped a little closer to you.

I hear him laugh, do you see the colors?, he asks, do you see the one you shine in; the one I embrace the most?, he adds.

Almost, I say as I laugh, but right now I just want to seize the moment and feel free, I tell him as I feel his fingers soft and warm against my cold skin.

Tingles control my body thoroughly by this point. There is nothing I can do. There I nothing I want to do. I feel something cold against my skin, something so light and beautiful that it makes me want to tear open my eyes.

But I keep them closed.

What are you doing, I ask, what is this feeling.

I make you feel, he answers as the touch intensifies with the beating of my very own heart. I almost feel like loosing my consciousness, but the purity of the feelings keeps me alive. The bliss spreads through my body in a mere second.

So effortless.

Effortless, he repeats my thoughts, isn't it?

I nod, i feel so alive, I say, thank you Jungkook.

I feel wetness on my arms as if rain is pouring down from the clouds. But there is no rain, no snow, nothing that is falling onto my cold skin with such warmth.

It's your color hyejin, Jungkook whispers, I will see you soon.

I open my eyes barely seconds later. He is already long gone, no trace left behind.

On my arm, I see a small, crimson river flowing, sprung from underneath my porcelain, almost translucent skin. It still feels light, calming, the sight of it not necessarily terrible but enthralling to my uneasy eyes.

Slowly, I guide my hand towards it. My finger distributes the color over my skin, the intensity of the pretty shade lessening and fading with every new movement.

For some, this color means pure pain, ache; it holds something demoniacal and devilish within itself, something that is so evil and interminable that makes it impossible to put into words.

Though, for me, it's seems much more than just that. Maybe I will figure out someday

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dear jungkook ,

thank you for making me feel so special tonight.

I could be still spending time alone,

I could be waiting for a miracle to turn my life around.

I could be waiting for moments so previous.

But I decide to give my time to you.

hyejin
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