Unspoken Agreement || J.JK

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ sɪx

Oh my God, I'm a fool, keep on coming back to you
I'm so stupid for ya

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"Ma'am, did you see the shooter?" the police officer asks me.

"No, unfortunately," I shake my head. "It just came out of nowhere. I tried to stop the bleeding." I see his puzzled look and I put my hand to my chest briefly. "I'm a doctor."

"I see." he nods and writes something down. "This is all for now. We'll keep in touch if any more questions come up," The man turns to leave and I catch Jungkook's eyes. I send him a glare as he watches us from a short distance.

"You're such an asshole." I shake my head in anger, walking past him, but he's quick to catch my arm. "Let me go, Jungkook. I can't even look at you right now." I yank away from his grip, storming ahead.

"He was reaching for his pocket. He had a knife."

"Everyone's got a knife," I snap and turn around. "You know why? Because of people like you."

There's a silence after that, and it makes him halt. I look at his eyes for a moment. "Leave."

My arm is quickly grabbed. "I'm sorry." 

It takes me aback, and I momentarily freeze to process it. "Let me go." I demand, wanting to get home and crawl into a ball, but he pulls me back and puts his arms around me from behind, holding on tightly.

"Jungkook, I'm serious," I say. I close my hands around his wrists and free myself from his embrace. "I'm leaving because you don't know how to act."

He doesn't say anything for a second, then scoffs. "What do you want me to do then? Would it be better if you were the one in that ambulance?"

"It's not even about that," I say quietly.

"You hurt me, Jungkook. In more ways than one," I shake my head. "But that's just something I should've accepted, right? You're never going to change."

His eyes don't tell me anything.

"I'm scared of you more each and every day." I whisper, sadness in me overflowing my body as I watch his black eyes. "I know you care for me, but one day I'm sure you're going to go insane and shoot me as well."

His nostrils flare as he glares at me, that same cold look in his eyes.
He doesn't say anything after that, turning to leave.

"You're running away again." I comment, not looking at him as he stops on his tracks.

His back turned to me, I continue; "You're afraid to face it, Jungkook. Have you ever thought that with pushing people away, you're going to stay alone in the end?"

He stays quiet. I know I hit right where it hurts.

"The monster in you is winning, and it's hard seeing you not even letting it stop. Because I know there's good in you, I've seen it," I say desperately. "But I'm afraid that it's already too late."

Jungkook slowly turns back to look at me.

"You're violent. Who says in a couple of years you won't start beating me?" I say. "I can't imagine what kind of influence would you have on our kids. They would be surrounded with guns and all the bad things. They would have problems with holding their emotions inside because they would see how you do it.

"I can't live with knowing you might not show up again. And I'll find out that someone killed you. What would I tell them?"

I see that he's not taking this lightly. His chest is heaving, breaths becoming rapid. He blinks fast, preventing the tears from showing while he gulps down. "You were thinking about having a child with me?"