Ride or die. Right now, I choose die. In the future, I choose die. Riding with him, made me choose the wrong road in the end anyways.
The car moves forward unlike our conversation.
"How have you been?" he asks.
Silence.
"What's your majors now?"
More silence.
"I didn't know you like karaoke."
"You didn't know anything, Jungkook. You didn't know you hurt me. You didn't know you betrayed me. You didn't know anything. At all."
My reply cuts the deafening silence of the car ride. He turns the radio on and blasts their song that's topping the charts.
Blood, sweat and tears. It's funny. You're telling everybody to take those things from you, Jungkook but that's what you're doing to them. That's what you did to me.
Take my blood, sweat and tears. Take my everything and return it with your nothing.
I turn the radio off at his part exactly.
"Don't like the song?"
"No. I just don't like you." the words fly out of my gritting teeth.
The car stops.
"Stop. Doing this. Hurting the one you love. You're not good at it." he scratches his head as he gazes out the window.
"Oh, but you are." my cynical laugh slowly floods out.
His head whips to face me.
"Forgive and forget." he grabs my wrist.
"I can forgive you. I can forgive, Jungkook. I think I could. But forget. No, I could never forget Kookie. I could never, ever, forget it. That's selfish of both of us. Forgetting it is too easy. And us, we were never easy and you know it."
Ripping my arm from him, I jump out the car and slam the door. Turning away from it, I enter the building and never look back.
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Hold Me Higher
Fanfikce"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...
