A Love To Soft To Name || Jungkook FF

A Love To Soft To Name || Jungkook FF

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A single fallen leaf, curled and golden against the stone step. He pressed the shutter again. Click. Then he noticed her. And paused. Their eyes met. Just for a second. But it was the kind of second that stuck in your ribs and stayed there. Something shifted. He didn't smile. Neither did she. But the air between them felt charged-quiet, like the space between raindrops. She looked away first. He didn't. I don't own any pictures used in this ff, all the pictures as well as edits belongs to the rightful owner. Don't repost or copy it's my original work
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Jungkook stared at me-his eyes dark, wild. Not the boy I knew. Not even close. He was trembling. Breathing hard. And in that moment, I saw it: the real danger-the kind from violence, from breaking completely. Then... a shaky breath escaped him. His gaze flickered to my face-to my tears-and just like that... he gave in to the anger. In one move his hand was at my throat, dragging me up to my feet and pushing me towards the door. "I TOLD...YOU...TO....LEAVE!" and with one hand he opened the door, the other, still clenched to my neck, pushed me outside, throwing me on the cold floor. I hit the floor hard, gasping as the air left my lungs. My hands flew to my throat-still tingling from where he'd gripped me-but more than that... it was him. The look in his eyes. That coldness. The rage. It wasn't just pain-it was hate. And for a second... I believed he hated me.

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