Unwanted Love || Jikook Story

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Alone in the apartment where he usually lived with Yoongi, an uncontrollable wave of sorrow stroke through him, virulent more than any arrow – and he broke down into salty tears once again.

Every corner, every tile and every stone, everything reminded him of Yoongi. Bad and good memories, from tender kisses to heated arguments, from a pleasing make out session to painful punches...

It flowed similar to blood in his veins, that grief, rebirth of an urge to die, to follow his most loved one since he felt like he has no reason to live for anymore. The radiant sunshine ceased to exist at a thin line of horizon behind the glass of the window, getting replaced by darkness. Anyhow, his neighbors were still noisy, blasting some music he didn't care about and fighting like there's no tomorrow.

Mereover, in this chaotic, madding world, all what he can hear now is the death of his heart and the cries of his soul.

Reaching out to his phone, he called the last number entered to his contacts--and it was Jimin's number that he stole when the other was sleeping leaving his phone with no security, it was rather silly but he knew he wants to stay in contact with such adorable boy.

Dialing it with shaky fingers, few beeping echoed, and he sighed knowing Jimin is probably still asleep now. There came a high pitched beep to prove that a voice note is starting, and he wiped off his tears.

"Th-this world is b-better w-without me... I-I'm s-s-sorry"

He sent it, closing his eyes, breaking down into sobs for a countless time, envisioning a sharp blade dancing on his wrist, planning his death.