I find Jungkook alone, putting away stacks of dishes.
Before I understand what's happening, my hand flies across his face in flaming hatred.
"You done?" he scoffs as he licks his lips while turning his neck back.
I hit him again, with unbelievable force. He blinks in shock at my strength.
This time, I ball my hand in a fist before he catches it. Moving his fingers trapping my hand, they skillfully trap my wrist. Preventing me from running.
"Did you like it? Cheating?" I spit out.
"The only thing I ever liked was you." he mutters before letting me go.
"What?"
"What are you guys doing?" I turn around to see Jin yawning. His long arms stretch.
"Asia is just showing me where to put away the dishes." he chuckles.
"Yeah. Go sleep." I join in.
Nodding, he returns to his room.
Following him, I leave Jungkook in the kitchen. Alone.
Like me.
Like how I've been. For the last six years.
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Hold Me Higher
Fanfiction"I hate you!" I scream as anger rushes through my veins, escaping through my voice as a hurling source of frantic frenzy. "I hate myself too." he mumbles back, before trapping me with his dangerously dark eyes. His hands grab my wrist and pull me...
