hate is a strong word.
some say it everyday, but only few mean it.
i feel it whenever i look at you.
when you started blaming me for issues i wasn't responsible for, you casted the seeds for my hatred.
it prospered inside of me like a plant, a plant of loathing and disgust for you, jungkook.
your outbursts became more frequent, accompanied by bruises i had to hide, and the plant took my negative feelings and replaced them with love and happiness, using the contempt for it's own growth.
you were able to find a flaw in everything, even if it was just imaginary.
your dangerously hushed voice, right next to my ear, drawing attention to the reason of your displeasure.
should i have tried to justify myself?
your eyes, filled with discontent and frustration, incessantly locked with mine, silently prohibiting me from talking while you were raging, screaming, cursing.
your hands painting my body, using it as a canvas for the blue color of your dissatisfaction.
a/n: i really dislike this chapter but whatever
YOU ARE READING
temper tantrum ;; jjk
Fanfictionyou were aware of your behavior, but you didn't think about changing for the better. i was filled with hatred whenever i thought about you, but i loved you far too much to let go of you.
