BTS imagines

Angst || Jungkook

Requested by: @hellajungshook

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Let's introduce you, Kim Sungmin—a young pretty, mature woman. A woman who was dark secrets, a girl who is not as strong as she appears.

You, a young—too young of a victim who suffered from cancer, a state of depression as you fought death. Some things she did aren't going to be accepted in her school, the students mostly. So she kept them as dark secrets, and there is only person who knows about it.

Jeon Jungkook, your most trusted friend—a beautiful young man who is looking for love. Perhaps a little to early, for he was stupid when he did.
Jungkook thought he knew everything, he knew each and every secret you had. He didn't

You loved him, he didn't—not one bit

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I stared at her from afar, Sungmin's enemy—her beautiful rival. My tongue skimmed over my bottom lip, hoping somehow it made me look better. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make it messy—that's what she likes.

I stepped down the hall, my hands slightly down my pockets as my opened my jacket hanged loosely from my shoulders. My lip curved up into a smirk, noticing girls whispers and little piglet squeals. "Hey Zoe" I stopped, towering over the small girl's body. "Oh look it's Sungmin's best friend" Zoe scoffed, rolling her eyes as her friends laughed. "Who's best friend?" I spat out, growling deeply within my throat. I picked her chin up, biting down on my lip as I stared at Zoe's plump lips. "What can you do for me bad boy?" Zoe  hands moved up and down my upper build—slowly crinkling my shirt up, exposing my stomach. "Anything" I pushed my body up against hers, letting my hand fall to her waist. "Why don't you get rid of that friend of yours, please?" —Zoe's hands traveled up my shirt, her sharp nails tickling my sides. "Anything babygirl"

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My fingers tapped across my waist, going up and down to calm my nerves. I didn't know what made me even more pissed, that Jeon Jungkook ditched me—or is now dating Zoe, the person I hate. I wanted to pull at my hair so bad, but I couldn't—i was afraid. Staring at the couple across the class, practically sucking each other's faces off—it pained me and disgusted me.

"Why is a depressed girl like you still living?"

That caught me by surprise, turning around and I went straight for the person's face, my knuckles pushing into his cheek—giving it a little scrape. "YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING" a screechy scream escaped my lips—my fingers tightening in your palm. "Look the depressed girl is beating up a innocent guy"

"Poor guy" "no wonder Jungkook abandoned her" "she's so depressed that it effects her sanity"

Salty tears ran down, staining—outside and inside. Jungkook betrayed me, it stained my heart—it felt as my heart has been tore out of my chest. I was alone again, separated away from the others—thorny thick vines trapping my heart, a little girl crying at the pit.

Pulling at my hair, it tore. My hair fell—leaving the dreadful memory burned into my mind.

Cancer. It's back for me

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Part 2 coming soon