Twelve Hours Till Death | Jungkook [√]

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6:59 PM

It was time for her second attempt.

But there she was, back in her place, throwing her clothes and all the other materials in a bag. She was shaking, still, she couldn't believe she had a place to go. And she was going there.

Is that what he talked about? Chances? Because this was surely a chance for her. A chance to live and start anew.

She hurriedly put what she could in the small bag and her eyes darted towards Jungkook, who was standing there by the door side. His eyes scanning her small room.

Her room was quite cramped and she was busy every day so she could hardly ever clean it. There were clothes and other garbages scattered all over. She quickly glanced over the room hoping there weren't any undergarments lying around.

It felt like he read her mind as he took a step back. "I'll be waiting outside."

She nodded and continued packing. After going to her aunt's place, how would it feel like? She stopped for a moment. She was never good at socializing or meeting new people. It had been long since she met that side of her family.

Moreover, what will happen to him?

He talked about going away. It would be a goodbye from him. He was a stranger, all she knew was his name. And a piece of his story.

But a part of her was already attached to him. It's only been a few hours but it felt so natural having him by her side.

Though most of the time they were silent it never felt awkward.

It hurt.

She suddenly realized that, she didn't want to say goodbye to him.

She snapped out of her thoughts hearing draggy footsteps. It stopped right in front of her doorstep.

He slowly entered her room as the air got filled with cheap alcohol's odor.

He hadn't shaven for a while. His bloodshot eyes looked cruel and cold. He was swaying a little as he squinted his eyes closer judging if she really was there.

Her heart stopped beating inside her ribcage. It was her father, standing there.

"What you doing here?" He slurred his words and held the doorframe for balance. He looked like a homeless person with his dusty shirt and pant. His feet, bare and dirty.