[Book 2 Duality To Madness]
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After Jungkook Cheated on Jimin, he left....he fled the country to take part in specific....activities. Also meaning that he worked for the leader of an underground figh...
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Shaking some of the blood off my gloves I started towards the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine before I go.
Finishing the glass I nodded my head in approval and dropped it only the floor, listening to that high pitched sound of it shattering into pieces.
I adjusted my gloves before leaving the house with a whistle and getting into my Matte Black and red Bugatti and pulling out of the driveway.
I chuckled in amusement at my victim's idiocy, if you're going to borrow money from someone and you have a time limit where you have to pay them back, but you can't, why the fuck would you in the first place?
I stepped on the gas and passed every car next to me and in front trying to get back to my base faster.
Lights of all kinds flashing around me as I drove through the city, my eyes darting from my rear view mirror and side mirrors, checking to see if any cars are following my movements.
I softly breathed a sigh through my nose and stepped out of my car when I arrived inside of my underground base.
Walking inside I hung my (luckily clean) coat on the rack in the corner of the lounge before sitting down on a chair.
It's been 3 whole goddamn years since I've seen that mother fucker.
I made the best decision for myself to leave him because back then I wasn't strong, but I wasn't weak.
Me leaving has made my mind more emotionally powerful and my body stronger. I got help from a leader of an underground fight club and there I trained.
I trained until I couldn't feel my body anymore, every single fucking day.
Just to get that prick out of my mind and into the past. I'm over him.....but I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that, when I go back, and see him again I'll break apart again. I miss him though.
I miss our conversations, I miss how we used to talk every minute of everyday and how I was able to tell him anything on my mind.
I miss him the one I actually fell in love with, the one who would stare at me whenever he thought I wasn't looking. The one who would give me hugs and kisses even when I didn't ask for them.
I miss the one that made me laugh, smile and talk more than I did those few years before meeting him.
Not the one that would constantly smirk at me or the one who was always cold to people.
