The Broken Boy BTS;Jimin

The Broken Boy BTS;Jimin

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He pressed me against the wall his hands holding my wrists. All I could hear was his raspy breathing in my ear. "Open your eyes angel, this world is cold and a fragile thing like you is what it loves the most" Jimin whispered letting me go. Leaving me alone in the dark night. I watched as he left not turning once to see if I was still alive. He was the broken boy. Like shards of sharp glass impaling me. deeper, until I was nothing but a pool of my own blood. Choi Yuri is like any other normal girl. She's smart. She's pretty. She's got a handsome boyfriend. She's a girl with no flaws. No dirty secrets to hide. She is what Park Jimin considers an angel. She was the opposite of Park Jimin. A boy who was damaged. A boy who was abandoned before he could walk. Death was an everyday casualty to him. Hate was normal. Cruel and cold were his only golden traits. They only share one thing in common, music. What happens when the two meet? Can Choi Yuri fix the broken boy before she shatters?
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☆☆☆ For Your Own Good You smiled at him. That's fine-I forgive you. You're sweet, careless, and so stupidly trusting. But that's why I love you. And that's why I'm here. To protect you. From men like him. From the world. From yourself. You don't see it yet, but I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you. I hold the door open when your hands are full. I text you from a fake number when you're lonely. I delete his messages before you can read them. I was there the night you cried alone in your apartment, watching you from the alley while your light flickered and your mascara ran down your cheeks. And when he touched you-I snapped. Not out of rage. Out of love. Don't look at me like I'm the villain. You're the one who made me feel this way. You're the one who taught me that love is sacrifice. So I'll bleed for you. Lie for you. Kill for you. All for your own good. Now sit back. Lock your door if you want to. But remember-I've already made a copy of your key. ☆☆☆

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