"Why, why can't you forgive me?" Jungkook pleaded, desperation lacing his words.
A fierce determination welled up within me as I took a step closer to him, our eyes locked in a tense, charged moment. I tugged my shirt down, exposing the scar etched across my chest, a painful emblem of the past. "This... Can you heal this?" I challenged, watching as his eyes widened in sheer shock and realization.
"Who did this to you?" He asked, his voice trembling with genuine concern.
The air grew heavy with the weight of the truth. I couldn't help but release a dry, bitter laugh, the intensity of my emotions pouring into my words. "You," I declared, the word resonating with the years of pain and resentment. "This happened because of you."
"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to steady your racing heart.
"Hi," Jungkook said unbothered by your question his voice low and smooth. "Do you remember me?"
You straightened keeping your posture stiff. "I remember," you replied coolly.
"I believe we got off on the wrong foot the other night. I'm Jeon Jungkook."
You were annoyed. "What do you want?" you asked him.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I had something to discuss with you."
••••
He nibbled his way into your life, until he made sure you would fall for him.
For her, I'd go to war with anyone, even if it meant losing myself along the way.