OOPS I QUIT
I turn to face him but am met with a pair of soft lips connecting with mine.
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Jungkook x Reader
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Started: Thursday 21st December 2017
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Completed: ????
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All I remember is that it didn't hurt. It should've, but didn't. At that moment, my mind was flooded with endless thoughts. Will I Survive? What will happen next? My life literally became nothing.
I was in the car, Mummy besides me and Daddy upfront driving. Next to Daddy was him. I can't remember him but I do know that Daddy trusted him. He was only 3 years older than me but Mummy always said that "He is too violent for his age". She never liked him but never told anyone. We were on our way to meet some of Mummy and Daddy's friends. I don't know why he was with us. He just was. Like always. He didn't live with us but Daddy used to say that I would marry him one day. I remember when Daddy first said that, Mummy completely lost all control and, well, she tried to kill Daddy. "My little baby won't marry that monster of a child!" she shouted while lunging at Daddy. He was so afraid he didn't bring it up for two years, until the day of the accident. Daddy said he was gonna introduce him to his friend as my fiance.
Me, Mummy and him were all singing along to One Direction on the radio. Dunno why he was singing but he had quite a nice voice, as far as I can remember. Daddy was tapping along to the music and our voices filling the car. Not even one of us noticed the truck speeding down the road in front of us. It smashed into the left side of our small car.
Mummy and Daddy didn't make it out alive. He was put into a medically induced coma which didn't do much good as he died 6 years later. I was the only one to survive. Of course something did happen to me. 5 years in therapy. 2 years in a wheelchair. 1 year having surgery on my legs.
Throughout the 14 years since the accident, I have been through 3 different foster families; the last one was the one that I ran away from 2 years ago. I was only 17 but I had a place to go, my childhood best friend's home. We kept in contact throughout the years and when I told her about my plan she instantly said I could stay with her 'till I get my own place. So I started working, 2 jobs. One as a cashier at the local supermarket (5pm to 3am) and the other as a cleaner for my friend's dad's company (6am to 9am). Now I'm 19 and have a small apartment and just one job, as a personal assistant for one of Daddy's old friend, but I'm still not earning enough to live properly. I did have a boyfriend but he left me for a skinny whore, so yeah.
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