The incident. It’d changed everything. It left broken pieces that would never be mended. Two halves of a heart, torn, and no amount of tape or stitches could ever put them back together. It was far too late for that. Far too late for saving…
Jungkook stood in the freshly cut spring grass. Tears dripped from his eyes. He didn’t bother wiping them. As he stood before his best friend, his lover, he thought back to the memories that had landed him here, in this situation. He’d been a fool, and now he was paying the price. “I’m so sorry,” he cried, tears pooling down his cheeks.
