Dangerous II {Jungkook} AU

Pack your bags

This is book two of dangerous. If you haven't read book one than you should probably read that first XD enjoy!
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It's been the hardest two years of my life. I've tried to move away from everything that happened, but it's been harder to move on from it than it was to experience it. Everyday I miss him, not a day goes by without me thinking of him, missing his smile, his touch and how he made me feel. It took a year before I could even say his name out loud. I loved Jungkook with all my heart, and what hurts the most is that I still love him. I've played the day he died over and over in my head. Everything V and my father said and what I could have said. It was especially hard since there were no funeral. The boys dragged Jungkook out out the garden as quick as they could after he lost consciousness in my arms. After that I sat in the garden for what felt like days, I felt the people around me cleaning up the mess, carrying the bodies away. When the situation hit me I started to run, I just ran. I don't know why, I think I wanted to just run into Jungkook's arms. My legs gave up after the sun came up again, luckily Hoseok found me. I cried and screamed for where Jungkook was. The only thing Hoseok has answered to that question was that "they took him somewhere so he could rest". That answer has never been good enough, I want to say goodbye to him. Get some closure.

I've tired to move on, start over. I've gotten into university. Hoseok begged that he could help me, he begged he could take care of me after everything that had happened. I said no over and over again, but in the end I had to said yes. I didn't have anywhere to go or any one to go to. I had lost everyone, except for Hoseok. Hoseok bought me an apartment, he gave me money for what ever I needed even though I never asked for anything. He had already given me too much.

I had gotten out of the crime world, even though Jungkook's gang were still going and still on top. I had suffered from depression ever since Jungkook passed. it's as if the moment he died my happiness died with him. I still tired to get some kind of normal life, tired to get friends at university. But it didn't work out, the "normal" life isn't an option for me. I had tried to get a job, but working was too much for me at the moment. I already have breakdowns everyday where I spend hours crying, and that doesn't fit into the work space.

One of those breakdowns had happened a lot this weekend, I have spent the weekend in my apartment with the lights dim almost off listening to sad music. It's been exactly two years since Jungkook died. I've already tried to drown my sorrow in alcohol and that didn't work. The only thing that helped was bawling my eyes out to the sadness music. I laid in my bed looking out the big windows of my apartment, thinking about him, us and everything experience we had together. And the fact that I could never do any of it again. The only this I wanted was to relive it all over again, I want to fall in love with Jungkook again, but that's the only thing I can't have in this world and it's killing me.

"What did I do to deserve this shit!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"What did I do! Tell me world!" I yelled tears streaming down my cheeks. I fell to my knees pounding my fist to the floor. I was tired of crying, it was exhausting, I hated it. It felt like all I very did was crying. My eyes were always puffy and red, I felt empty I wanted the tears to stop. But they never did. Knowing that I could never talk, touch or see Jungkook again made me question the reason I was still alive.

The time was already past two in the morning, I had tried to reach Hoseok. He always helped me when I was hopelessly crying. Just as I was about to drown in my own sorrow my phone rang. I turned the music of and walked over to my phone and answered the call.

"Hi Celina, how are you holding up?" He asked softly, knowing I was already crying.

"I feel so empty, I don't know what to do anymore" I sobbed into the phone.

"Time will heal all broken heard" he said.

"We both know that's bullshit" I said harshly.

"Are you in Your apartment?" he asked his voice had changed from calm to more stressed.

"Yes?" I asked sitting down on the chair standing in the living room. My old instincts from my life at Jungkook's house kicked in.

"Ok good" he said making my heart beet faster and my hands getting damp.

"Why? What's going on?" I asked frantically, starting to look around the apartment.

"Celina I may have to remove you from your location" he said calmly, but that didn't change the fact that I was freaking out.

"Why? What is going on Hoseok?!" I asked getting scared.

"I can't tell you over the phone Celina, pack your bags, and wait for more information ok?" He said getting stressed out by me.

"Ok,ok" I answered.

"Good, breath Celina it will all be just fine" he said and I smiled to myself as he hung up. Hoseok always knew how to make me feel better. I took a deep breath as I walked to my bedroom and got the old suitcase out from under my bed. I never thought I was going to go back to running away to place to place again but now it's my time again, but this time alone.

A/N
And Celina is back, I promise this will be epic you bitches aren't ready for what's coming in this book. You will not be disappointed 😏