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this is the end. what the hell. it hasn't processed in my mind yet.
a dark alley. the police. an ambulance. the media. the medics. the detectives. the warnings. the flashes from the cameras. the blood. the sweat. the tears. the yellow crime scene tape.
jungkook. lying. on the floor. blood pouring out of his mouth. a stab wound in his chest. my letters scattered all over him. bruises all over his body. his torn clothes.
a lifeless jeon jungkook. lying before me; my letters, the chocolates, and the gifts that i have sent surrounding him. and on his right arm, i saw his hand enclosing a sharp blade that was full of blood.
i cried at the scene infront of me and pushed through the massive amount of people surrounding the crime scene.
"miss! you can't go in there!" a police officer held my wrist, refraining me from going to jungkook.
"no! let me go! stay away from me!" i yelled, retrieving my arm from him and running towards jungkook, hugging him tight as i sat beside him.
"k-kookie?" i called, cupping his cheek with my hand, not caring about his appearance and the blood that covered him.
"yah. k-kookie-yah. wake up. we have goals to achieve together, remember? wake up, now. let's go home. j-jungki is waiting for you.." i said to him, removing the sharp blade from his hand and threw it away; replacing the blade with my hand.
"kookie-yah, let's go home.." i whined, shaking his body slightly as tears escsped my eyes.
"jeon jungkook! stop playing games!" i yelled at him and pushed his body as i lost my patience.
he didn't wake u with my actions. he didn't even bother lifting a single eyelid just to see me and talk to me.
he was..gone.
and that was the end of it.
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Love Letters to Jungkook
Fanfiction[ COMPLETED ] ㅡ❝ if jungkook doesn't reply to your letters within 50 days, you will be forced to marry taehyung. ❞ ever since your one night stand with your bestfriend jungkook, you've been sending endless mails to him because he went missing for a...
