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In my dreams you're with me
We'll be everything I want us to be
And from there—who knows?
Maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time.
Or is that just me and my imagination?
Jungkook was upset with himself. His depressions came back again as usual. All he could do was to smile to hide the truth.
The lights at his neighbor's room was on. He doesn't have the interest to see. Maybe he should, he got missed calls from him and his other friends.
He don't feel like talking.
He felt sick.
Meeting him make him felt sick. Remembering the time he hangs out with Taehyung in the living room, only to end up tearing up to a sad topic, he stops mentioning about families in front of him.
Or maybe avoiding him was a great choice.
Jimin and Yoongi were being suspicious as always. He always heard weird noises from the janitors room. He grin, maybe he's right. They are a thing.
Almost just for another week, he got worse.
"Fuck. "
he grab the pills from the nearest table, throwing them into his mouth. But it ain't curing anything.
he needs someone's warmth to wrap him to sleep. Now, he felt nothing but cold.
"Jaebum."
"Shh baby, just for a while."
His lips traveling down his neck. It started when Jaebum came pulling him into a random room in school.
Its been a while they met. Just the wrong timing for having such a heated moment.
"Jaebum stop. Please— "
"Only if you stop avoiding me and we can date. I fucking miss you Jungkook." He said between kisses and kisses.
It felt wrong, Jungkook was quietly enjoying it. He bit his lips till it bleeds. He avoids making any noises, and grip tight on the other's shoulder.
"—no, Jaebum— aah. "
He moans, when Jaebum bit his collarbone. They were both turned on, the room was dark so Jungkook get the chance to not let the opposite side to see his now blushing face.
Right now, all he could think was the memories he had with this man. His ex. Although his heart aches to want him back. But he tries to stop.
Their eyes met, finally. Jaebum's eyes full of lusts, but not love. It can't compare to Taehyung's. His eyes looks incredibly beautiful, full of loves and only, him.
"Baby please. I want you back. I love you."
He leans in, pressing their lips together. It felt bitter. And salty with Jungkook's tears.
"No." Jungkook pulls back. Making Jaebum stumbled back to his feet.
"I won't let it happen again. You hurt me, and its done. You loved me. Doesn't mean you do care about me. I loved you too Jaebum, but maybe we should just let each other go."
He pushed him away to earn a tight grip on his wrist. He hisses as he whimpers. "s-stop, i-it hurts—"
"Quit being a child and come back to me. I'll craved for you if you dont. I'll make you to come crawling back. " He grits his teeth, Jungkook cries in pain, he twisted his wrist to earn nothing.
"I want to touch your skin every single day and feel that swollen lips of yours. You look absolutely pretty with that slut face. do anyone tried to steal you away from me? hm, I think they'll be dead by now." he says, hissing through every words. He mean it, he actually mean it.
"Yes, I'm a fucking childish asshole. I'm a fucking loser. I'm nothing but a piece of shit. So that's why I'm with someone like you, shoving drugs into their mouth. Eat it till you die, dig your own fucking grave then."
He hisses through teeth, before pulling back from the grip. "Dont ever hurt them or I will report to the police." He said through tiny hiccups. Instead Jaebum stands still.
Jungkook take the chance and let go. Escaping from him to find a chance to live. To actually taste the sweetness of the air.
April ain't treating him well. Jungkook miss March. The days he spent with Taehyung and Jimin. And mom and dad. It felt like a dream.
Its now gone.
he rub his eyes to see him through the reflection of the mirror. He look pathetic,
his lips with cracks, his hair In a mess. Even his uniforms are stripped apart. Purple marks everywhere.
He hid them with the clothes. He coughed, inhaling the disgusting smell.
Jungkook misses everything. Even though its only April. It feels like years.
He spins. To hear a voice of someone's. It felt real. or maybe it is.
Two people came by helping him up. then darkness hovers him again. it'll never stop unless he know who's the hidden one.
jungkook woke up to see himself in a room with pastel colors. He could hear children chuckling outside. The bed is in baby blue color, He had never known someone with this color bed.
It smells,
vanilla.
he didnt hesitate to get up from the bed, to realized the bedroom door came swung open widely with a 8 year old kid standing there with a boxy smile.
"Jungkookie!!" He yelled.
"Jungkookie?"
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Forgotten {taekook}
Fanfiction‹completed› → There's this two young boys who were best friends since they were born. They shared the same age, but not the same surname ; Kim & Jeon. Neighbors, schoolmates ; but not brothers. They were something much more than being a 'friend'...
