(Completed) Mr. Kim

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Jungkook's Pov

I laid in bed, Lucas snoring loudly beside me. His hand was snaked around my stomach, and I felt like throwing up. I don't like his body, specifically his hand currently laid around me like we're husband and wife.

I continued to think, having nothing else to do. It's not like I was allowed to roam the house alone, or watch T.v, or do anything really. Tears then started to roll down my cheeks, recalling what I saw earlier.

Taehyung. I saw him after three long years. He still looked beautiful, though I would never admit it. Not like I could anyway, I was stuck next to the bastard that that's snoring besides me without a care in the world. He looked exhausted, and he was in a wheelchair, I put him there. He couldn't use his legs because of me.

I couldn't help but blame myself harshly for putting him in that kind of position. Mentally ill or not, I shouldn't have stabbed him. I'm out of control, that being the reason why it happened and I ran away to never be seen again, and to also be stuck with Lucas.

Practically homeless, Lucas found me and took me to his house, treating me like complete shit for three years.

He's never changed, and he wasn't a good person to begin with. My tears continued to flow, starting to imagine what it would be like if I was living with Taehyung instead, with the person that I love. A person that would treat me right, and would fulfill all my needs and desires.

God, I'm so stupid. I pushed him away, I shut him out, I even locked my own emotions up. He would've helped me, he could've helped me. My love for him was hidden back then, but my eyes are open now. They've been open ever since Lucas first hit me.

I can't go back to him, but I do want to show him that I still love him, and regret my past actions. Taking a deep breath, I wipe my eyes.

Even if I get hurt, he needs to know.

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Lynn~~