"He hugged it desperately. It reminded him of that night. Night when Taehyung came to him from a fight. The night he had promised that it was the last time. It still smelled like him..."
Jungkook is slowly recovering. But not every day of it is easy.
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I placed my arms in his. He slowly began to roll up my left sleeve, I tried not to cry but couldn't handle it. He rolled my other sleeve up, as I looked away. I have never shown anyone my scars.
~vkook~