and there was jeon jungkook, with the world to pieces and his heart in his hand.wondering why, why the world had taken from him the being he loved the most in his life, why? The moment he left the world of jungkook disappeared, he felt that everything was ending, he was missing his other half.
now he was a sad soul begging to meet his soul again.
her eyes were flooded with tears of pain. She was so distant looking at that grave before her eyes, where the love of her life lay.
He wondered why they took Taehyung and not him, he was the one who had to suffer that, but it seemed that his boyfriend paid for it, he took what made him smile from the first moment that there would be eyes to him. last breath of the day, without him he felt so sad and lost, he didn't even know who he was.
every night he remembers him, his small eyes swell, making him cry every time he saw the boy in his memories, with that square smile that left him lost.
He would like to find some way to go to heaven and hug that boy he loved so much, he prayed every night asking heaven to give him even a second to talk to his angel.
No matter how hard he tried everywhere he saw the silhouette of that boy and heard the echo of his scandalous laughter, the ones he would never hear again.
He wanted to have only one chance to see him again, he felt that the world was making fun of him, because wherever he went something reminded him of that cheerful and laughing boy who had once been in his arms.everyone was trying to cheer him up, to see him happy but nothing worked anymore, he was no longer happy, because he lacked his voice to smile again.
They were right, I had to keep going, but it was so difficult to leave behind someone I love as I would never love anyone else in life.
The absence of that boy was reflected day and night in the crystalline eyes of jungkook, who had him among the best memories of his life, and he regretted not seeing him say so many things when he had him, he regretted not having He took more advantage of the time, he regretted every moment that he left unimportant, he repented, because now he only wanted to go back to that time and take advantage of everything that came from his beloved taehyung.
And it was there that he realized that a memory cannot give him a hug, a memory will not bring to life that which was already lost, a memory will not give him a last kiss, a memory is what dominates his mind, and no longer He knows what to feel, he does not know if he should smile or drown in tears.
He was left with so much to say, now those are things he can only whisper looking at the sky, hoping that perhaps in the place where his beloved is, he can hear that on earth there was someone who loved him with all his existence.
He lived waiting to go back to him, there were two separate souls who begged to be together, he wanted to leave now to see him again, always imagining that brilliant smile that never disappeared from his love's face.
She always looked from the window of her bedroom imagining to see him pass again at dawn, throwing stones to get his attention and thus escape together to some place where they could always give each other their love and respect, hoping to see him smile through the glass calling him with his hand, asking him to come down and kiss him.
And there he knew how much the weight of a farewell hurts, it was said that one day he would see him once more, that he was only sleeping, that it would not be the last time, that when he woke up the nightmare would disappear, and he would kiss the tip again from his nose as before when that gesture filled him with peace, he dreamed that one day they would return to being a single soul, traveling together to a beautiful and magical place, but he knew it would not be hasi, and he only asked why he did not take it next to him, he left and left him behind.
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Fanfictionno matter how hard he tried, everywhere he saw the silhouette of that boy and heard the echo of his scandalous laughter, those he would never hear again. He wanted to have only one chance to see him again. short story: vkook history of:JesúsDeNazare...