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//Present
"Jungkook, please... we can still fix it,"
"Fix what?" he laughed - a hollow, broken sound - before hurling his arm toward me.
"Can you fix this?"
The scar, ragged and merciless, stretched from his wrist to his elbow like a wound that was made to rip open his arm.
˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶
//Past
"Riri... I- I like you. I know you like me too."
"if we fall, I'm scared I'll hurt you."
"Just... let me love you, even if it ruins me."
"...you're making it so hard to walk away."
"Then don't."
His forehead brushed mine, breathless, trembling lips brushing mine.
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Warnings:
This work of fanfiction contains emotional and sensitive content, including themes of trauma, self-harm, heartbreak, and other difficult experiences.