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Suddenly, everything was in slow motion. The cameras of the paparazzi going off, as the lights almost blinds me. This felt too unusual. Mom and dad
smiling and walking towards me. Taehyung with Cheonsa almost tearing up. I see him slowly looking up from his phone with Eun ji trying to grab his attention.And right then I made eye contact with Hoseok. Eyes filled with mixed emotions, holding a glass of wine. At least this time, I didn't lower my head.
And the next damn second, everything blurred.
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[ 20 hours ago ]
You ran.
You kept on running. And you weren't going to stop anytime soon. Not anymore.
Your knee bled but you didn't feel the pain. There was no pain compared to what he did. But at the same time you couldn't get yourself to blame him.You got the last train to Busan. And there you were. In front of Jungkook's penthouse, as tears streamed down your face. The bruises on your neck and arm felt numb. You were finally out of that hellhole.
Jungkook's face flashes with horror. And his eyes fill with tears, he pulls you into a tight hug.
After 6 months, you finally came. After 6 months, you were in his arms. He wasn't going to let go you so soon either.
You ran away as soon as you heard Hoseok's silent snores. You grabbed your purse with some cash and your phone. You turned back and stared at him again.
White powder on the nose, yet he looked so peaceful sleeping. But this time, you weren't going to stop yourself. You left a note beside him,
— I am sorry.
You told Jungkook everything. How it began with an insult to bruises and a few scars on your body.
" But it wasn't entirely his fault, he was an addict. "
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