𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.

𝟎𝟎𝟏.

inspiration: sometimes love makes you do crazy things

j.jungkook x reader insert
word count: 276

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i wish i could pretend i didn't meet you. your touch, your lips, your pulchritudinous smile and the way your eyes crinkled with delight, i wish i could forget it all.

the sun shining through the beguiling trees, dancing a familiar pattern on our backs. the moist air clutching onto our thin body as we stick together from the bewitching sweat and sand while we danced for hours in the sapphire moonlight.

sometimes i wish i never meet you, then it wouldn't have been so hard to leave you.

the way my name rolled off your tongue in a sweet, ethereal bliss, the fake "forever and always" that made my heart suddenly flare with new found joy; you were just toxic from the very beginning.

holding onto me in the bitter december nights, running your rough, calloused yet nimble fingers through my hair; was it just a show?

"so, jeon jungkook tell me, did your ever love me, or was that all an act as well?

─I wish you the best,

[l/n [f/n] " he finished, eyes wide and mouth dry from the sudden lack of air.

putting down the ink coated paper on the lustrous, silky veneer bedside table, he runs his nimble fingers through his unruly hair, tugging on it in slight frustration, he finally allowed the tears to run down his pale face.

once the first tear broke free from his obsidian eyes, the rest followed in a coordinated flow of.

"your wrong, [y/n]," he wailed into the bleak, autumn night, "I love you, i fucking love you."

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taking your ear from the dark oak door, your body carefully glided down the cool wood.

just like him, fat, hot tears of confusion and sorrow rolled down your [e/c] eyes. your knees shook against each other and your hands gripped the greying carpet, causing your [s/c] hands to grow red from irritation.

hearing the sobs of distress from the man you grew to love from the next room over caused you to let out a somber whimper.

"your relationship isn't healthy, [y/n]"

"he doesn't care about you."

"he's using you for your body."

"you could do better."

"he doesn't love you;" they all said, so why, you wonder, why is he crying?

bring your hands up, you buried your blotch [s/c] face into the protection of your [willowy/chubby] hands.

"if he's so fucking bad for me, then why the hell do i still love him," you sniffled, shifting your position from the hard wall to the pile of suitcases to your left, "why do i still love him?"

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happy 6th year anniversary bangtan boys [bts]!