you actually talked to me after that session.
I was confused, but didn't question.
to my surprise, you asked for my number.
I gave it to you, without hesitation.
I didn't care anymore.
I never did.
it seems like you didn't either.
"i'm jungkook, but you probably already knew that" you said to me.
"yes, i'm jieun, but you probably knew that" I replied with a smile.
it was a habit, and I couldn't tell if it was forced or real.
I walked to my moms car and told her about you.
she told me to be careful because there's "perverts everywhere".
she didn't know what she was talking about, though.
I texted you when I got home, asking for your age.
you told me you were 18.
I was relieved that you weren't too old, but I knew you were around my age anyways.
you invited me to get food with you the next day.
that was the first day I felt excitement.
why did you make me feel this way, jungkook?
why?
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why? || j.k au
Fanfictiona short, sad story about 2 suicidal teens that meet at a support group. lower case intended [ MANY SPELLING ERRORS ] ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - THIS STORY CONTAINS ANGST AND TALK ABOUT SUICIDE