Fallen In love( A Vkook Fanfic) <Completed>

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Taehyung P.O.V.
I convinced myself to open the door and greet jungkook.
I did.
But I had to face such a cold shouldered guy who spoke like I am a peice of shit.
He spoke like he owns the whole world.
He owns everything.
I am nothing.
I am a slave.
Oh... really????
I am a slave????

Excellent.
But very old to me because I am used to this "slave" thing a lot.

After hearing his sentences and words tears were threatening to fall but somehow I suppressed them. Jungkook went upstairs to his room maybe, and closed the door a bit harshly. Tears were now streaming down my face freely, I felt like crying my heart out and to somehow low the pain.
I went to my room and just hugged the pillow trying to sleep but those words kept roaming in my mind, " let this be crystal clear to you, ok?"

No, not because he said I am not allowed to go into his room, not that he didn't speak to me about anything to me, not because he came inside the house and straight barged into his room, nothing but........
I am sad because,  he had a scary and cold tone, the way he spoke to me, it sounded like I am a good peice of shit, useless, he has standards of talking to me, right????
He could have at least spoke to me in a polite manner and not in a cold and scary tone.
At least in a little bit just at least a little bit caring tone?

Who am I kidding?
Who am I thinking about?
None other than the jeon jungkook.

The cold hearted guy.
The cold shouldered guy.
The scary man.
The "I don't give a peice of shit" person.

He would never have something called "feelings" towards me.
He can never care for me.
He can never be nice to me.
He can never ever care to know do I even exist or not?!?!?
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The main point, the very bitter truth is that he can never "love me".