Raw [Vkook]

108: I'm Sorry.... Come Back...

When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne

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Jungkook wipes the sweat off his forehead with his bruised knuckles. He didn't even flinch by the stinging pain on his skin from assaulting the punching bag, if anything it felt better.

Physical pain feels better.

Anything but that numbness that he's trying to fight back.

Everything is okay.

He's okay.

Woosung is okay too.

Just busy.

So with a weak smile he puts on his hoodie over his body and walks out of the gym, a few minutes before closing. The city tonight feels empty, with a few cars here and there, but Jungkook only focused his attention on the ground as he kicks the faint pebbles.

Lately he's been feeling great! Smiling isn't a problem faking it, now becoming more genuine as he keeps reminding himself that Woosung is okay.

Of course he's still mad, that's why he's not answering the phone right?

Yet why is he looking around him in paranoia? Prepared to encounter any sudden attacks like how Woosung would do?

His grip on his phone is so tight? Just waiting for it to ring with Woosung's number. Only wanting nothing more but to fix what they had, just as much as Jungkook wanted.

How selfish of him, he doesn't even read his messages that Jungkook has sent to him.

S-So rude.

Jungkook shakes his head, breaking his smile wider as he makes his way to the park instead, taking the long way back home just to let his mind fall into ease with nature.

It's been too intense back there.

Everyone looks sad.

Why would they be sad? Iodine lied.

They should know better than to underestimate Woosung.

He's still alive.

Yes, he is.

Jungkook nods to himself to the thought, letting himself take a deep breath to block out the cold bubble trying to reach his heart, regaining himself control.

Control, that's what he needs.

Control of himself.

Everything is okay.

"Jungkook."

The ravenette suddenly stops upon hearing this, whirling his head to where the noise came from.

No one is around.

I-It..... Sounded like.....

No, that's silly. Woosung is in Busan.

Ha, very funny.

Jungkook snickers and continues to walk but his breath hitches when he sees a dark figure run across the pathway in front of him.

Just as quick in a blink of an eye.

"Is someone there?" Jungkook couldn't help but ask, balling his fists in his hood just to prepare himself to use it to his defense.

Not a voice speaks, let alone the rushing of bushes or patter of footprints.

It's just silent.