❝Rule number 1; never be number 2.❞
Do people always fall in love with what they c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ shouldn't have? ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ.
Both their souls are on fire, bound to each other with their eternal flames. And their demons? They'll always exist, the darkness ins...
What are you doing to me Jeon Jungkook? Ever since I met him my dreams started again, the butterflies started again.
Love, started again.
I am not a lover. I don't deserve love nor to want or need it. Love is weakness, and I cannot afford to be weak. Not when the world I live in is this cruel.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, the maids found your phone in my room while cleaning," he said, pulling out my phone from his pocket.
"I haven't seen this in a long time."
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*67 missed calls from work*
"Oh shit," I mumbled, hundreds of thoughts were dancing rapidly through my mind, tiring me mentally. How could I get so carried away?
"Are you still alive or have I lost you?" Jungkook clicked his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. Noticing my expression change wasn't difficult, my entire mood had dropped out of nowhere. "What's wrong?" He asked making me shut my phone, sliding it into the hospital gown.
"Nothing," I faked a genuine smile making him raise his eyebrows in suspicion, placing his index finger under my chin to lift my face, analysing me. "What are you doing?" I asked, unfazed by this random interrogation, he took a deep breath and removed his finger from under my chin.
"Nothing."
Time skip - home.
I slowly stepped out the cab, Jungkook decided the motorbike wouldn't be the most comfortable for my wound. It was about 5am, and we decided there was no point in sleeping anymore, Jungkook went to the kitchen to make some coffee for the both of us.
I could see dark circles form under his eyes, pushing a wave of guilt through my body. "Jungkook-ah, I think you should get some rest-"
"Say that again," he cut me off, I stood confused as he walked towards me with a smirk on his face, cornering me against the wall.
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"Call my name softly again," he whispered, intentionally acted like that thinking I was going to get shy, after staring into my eyes for 2 seconds he turned his head.
