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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝ grief is the price we pay for love. ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ⚌⚌ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
THE HEEL OF HIS BOOTS kept scraping against the concrete of the sidewalk as he walked. it was only a matter of time before he would run into the boy, and soon be the deliverer of karma in all its worse forms.
jungkook didn't know how long he's been walking, but enough time had passed for the sun to set and rush hour traffic to dissipate. it was a visual opposition to the way he was feeling, watching things disappear and lesson while the anger in his system seemed to grow with each step.
soon. he kept saying to himself.
it wasn't soon enough, and jungkook was ready to head back to the hospital until he had heard that whistling. such a familiar sound that had a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"yo." jungkooks voice obviously scared the boy, and junseo would have ran if the ravenette didn't roughly grab onto the back of his shirt and shove him into the brick wall beside them. "do you enjoy being a piece of shit?" there was venom dripping from jungkooks words, and the fear was evident in the others.
"i-i don't know w-what you're on dude." junseo said, voice weak and full of lies in a sad attempt to save his ass.
"shut the fuck up, you sold me out." jungkook shoved him against the wall again, it wasn't really necessary but his anger told him to do it.
junseo closed his eyes and had his hands up in defense, "i'm sorry i couldn't say no." he cried, the shakes of his body giving away how scared he actually was of the ravenette, and appropriately so.
"you're pathetic." the boy gave him a last shove, leaving junseo to land on the sidewalk and too scared to even care about how dirty the grounds were on this side of the city. it was dark out and quiet, no one around to even witness what was going on between the two. "that man can hurt me worse than you could." junseo barely said the words before jungkook snapped, turning around and pulling the gun from the back of his waistband, pressing the barrel directly to junseos forehead.
"oh yeah? you really think so?" jungkook presses the cold metal harder against his skin. the way he held the weapon so steadily, the stare of his dark eyes into the boy in front him who was paling significantly, it was all driven by the type of anger that made someone eerily calm. jungkook wasn't moving, his eyes set on his target and finger not wavering over the trigger.
"go ahead," junseo said, "at least im not the one who has to live with the guilt." he said, knowing those were the words that struck something in the ravenette. "i may have sold you out, but you got your boyfriend killed."
