misery had engulfed the poor boy with pieces of broken mirrors strewn over the wooden floor of his apartment. his hands still bloodied from the punches he gave to the walls and feet scratched with sharp edges of his reflection.
a buzz, then two, woke him up from his slight daze of emptiness. it was normal for him to feel empty, but this time, it was empty for a reason. it was empty because of her.
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yoongi, we need to talk
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aren't we already done
sent 11:47pm
not yet yoongi, not yet
sent 11:48pm
YOU ARE READING
2nd | myg
Fanfictionㅡbecause second's not the same。 highest ranking / #2 in Fan Fiction ©zion-t 2015-2016
