" i'm hanging on to the little bit of hope i have left "
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jungkook wandered the dark streets by himself, clad in a black hoodie and black skinny jeans. there was no one else besides him and the occasional stray cat.
he stopped in the middle of a desolate road and sat down.
at this point, he thought, he could care less if he got hit by a car.
he fished out his phone from his pocket and stared longingly at his lockscreen that he still hadn't changed.
it was a selfie of the both of them, clad in snowboarding gear and matching thick, grey jackets. there was snow everywhere-- on both of their hoods, their shoulders, the snowboarding goggles on their heads. he loved her small hands that were clad in creme colored gloves that fit perfectly in his. he loved her smile along with her dimples no one ever seemed to notice except for him. he loved her button nose and how it was bright red in the picture from the cold. what he loved the most about her were her light hazel eyes. they were unique. he'd never met someone with eyes as beautiful as hers. there was a sparkle-- a radiance-- from those eyes that he fell for at first sight.
he loved everything about her.
the same probably couldn't be said about her.
jungkook: hey
jungkook: i miss you
jungkook stared at his phone. was he being stupid right now? was the alcohol getting to him? he sighed and wiped the tears in his eyes away.
seen 2:48am
he sat up straight and anticipated an answer. he wanted to know what he did wrong. he wanted to apologize and bring her back into his arms where she belongs.
deep down he knew he wasn't going to get a response. but he still sat there, in the middle of the road, with a false sense of hope that maybe he would.
