(Y/n) pov:
Step after step felt like leap after leap. I got closer and closer to death. The edge of the roof was now at the edge of my toenail. The cold air blowing my hair in my face. Recited like a poem at a middle school play I acted out what I had planned in my mind.
Like a dance, counting off the steps. I stood on the very edge now. "(Y/n)!" I heard a yelp behind me. It scared me so much I jerked and almost...almost fell. Ever so slightly I raised my arms and continued looking ahead.
He was by my side now...watching..as I wanted to take my last breath. His little boy eyes staring up at me saying.."live".
"Tell me jungkook...if I die falling..will my soul leap out of my body and become an angel?"
"(Y/n) please!" He grabbed my shirt and yanked me off that..that little death stool. He spun me towards him. I met his eyes. The moon reflecting making his irises look twice as dark. The brown halo around his retina was like the golden ring you'd see around Saturn. I saw a look of desperation.
"Wha-why are you trying to-you should have come to-you should have told someone....if you're..de-depressed"
"Jungkook I wanted to tell someone just...that someone never wanted to see me again after a curtain event that had occurred"
I looked at his eyes again. Lost, scared, cold, his eyes warmed mine and kept them company. Suddenly he pulled me towards him. His arms surrounded me like roots digging in dirt. "Please don't leave me.." he said, His head was resting on top of my head. His breath was stuttered.
I started noticing tears flowing down my cheeks, then I started sucking in deep breaths. My hands wrapped around his body and squeezed. "I'm so sorry" I said I to his chest. He squeezed me harder.
An hour later:
We sat their for a while and me crying. After a while the thought of "killing my self" became numb, soon all I wanted to do was hug him. His warmth made me feel happy again. I cried into his chest for an hour and..now we're here.
"So...you wanted to...do this because of..me?" He said looking at me with his doe eyes.
"No, I wanted to kill my-" he hissed at my sudden words. "..just..no". His eyes darted down to the ground. I grabbed his shoulders making him look back at me. "It was because I felt like I was dying Jungkook, do you know how hard it is to actually feel like you're rotting? Like you're just a walking corps...slowly decaying, yet all the same time you feel...numb." Jungkook looked at me. In this moment his figure was all I needed, his eyes....were all I wanted...my happy pill
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𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Fanfiction(Y/n)s life is threatened by a black marketeer Min Yoongi who had adopted her just to feed his bank account. When the two seemingly get along well things sink a lot deeper. As she runs away from her problems with the man of her dreams Jeon Jungkook...
