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||𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓?||





The bass from the loud music was the only thing that reached the V.I.P area, where he was drinking his sorrows away. Eyes red from crying so much as he felt his heart bleeding in pain and agony. The flashing lights of the disco or the beautiful girls swaying their hips in the dance floor, nothing interested him.



He went to the club everyday to hide himself from having to face the dark reality. He drank every night so he could get the patience when he had to face you every night. He was drawing himself in alcohol so could avoid everything just for some time or mostly he wanted to avoid seeing you.




The sight of you under the same house as him irked him, he was disgusted of you. If Jungkook hated someone with his everything, it was you. He could never think of forgiving you for what you had done to him.



Warm tears fell from his eyes as his thoughts wandered off to Taehee. He lost her and it was all because of you. His grip on the glass tightened thinking about your betrayal, the betrayal that ruined lives and not once did you apologise or tried admitting your fault.


You just sat in the middle like a doll and let everything happen infront of your eyes. You let the darkness of miseries to drawn him without any mercy. The respect Jungkook once had for you in the past had all disappeared into thin air leaving nothing but the feeling of distaste for you. The person once Jungkook had come to love and respect was the same person who became the reason of his broken life.





You let your selfish desires take over yourself completely forgetting the line between right and wrong. Jungkook didn't know if you ever felt guilty about your deeds but he never saw regret in your eyes for what you had done. You decided the fate for three people not caring about the consequences. You had made Jungkook lose his best friend, his soulmate and his lover.






"I hate you, Jeon Y/n"




The harsh grip of his on the glass made the glass to crack and break into pieces just like the his heart which was scattered and beyond repair.






























Just like everyday you sat in living room watching some random T.V show which you had no interest in waiting for Jungkook to arrive. It was already one a.m which had left a worrying string in your heart wondering if he was okay or not.



You wanted to call and check up on him but it was impossible since he had blocked your number leaving you no option. You wanted to call one of his band members but you were hesitant and mostly you felt insecure to call any of them. Your thoughts came to a halt as soon as the door of your apartment clicked open making you take a sigh of relief.




Jungkook walked inside the apartment with stumbling steps and once his eyes fell on you, a sour look took over his face. He tried to walk to his bedroom but he could barely manage to keep his steps fixed on the ground.




You stood up walking towards him to help him but he quickly moved his palm up making you stop in your track. That's when your eyes fell on the big cut on his palm, your eyes widened as you rushed towards him despite his protests.


"Oh my god Jungkook, you're bleeding."



You took his hand in your examining the cut but he pulled his hand away from yours, glaring at you.  You gave to thoughts to his glares as your whole attention was fixed on his wound.


"Don't touch me!"



He shouted trying to walk again but you held onto his wrist stopping him in his track. Turning his head he gave you the deadliest look making you gulp but you decided against your fear and dragged him towards the couch to make him sit there.



You rushed to the bathroom to come back with the fast aid box to clean up his wound. You slowly pressed the alcohol on his cut with a cotton to clean the blood, all this time you could feel Jungkook's gaze fixed on you,observing your every movement.


"First you give me the wounds and then you dare to treat them"



His words dripping with sarcasm felt like sharp knives piercing through your skin but you ignored them all reminding yourself it was okay.



"Does it still hurt a lot?"



You asked softly wrapping a bandage around his hand as Jungkook intently kept watching you, a painful smile accompanied his features before he softly spoke the answer.



"Yes"



His answer made you look up at him only to regret it seeing the look in his eyes at broke your heart in guilt. His eyes that reflected the pain, they spoke for himself, it's wasn't the wound in his hand, it was the deep scar that you left in his heart.



"It'll fade away with time."




You muttered getting up to help him stand again but he held onto your wrist pulling you down on couch, face inches away from each other and when you tried to break free from his hold, he grabbed onto your waist keeping you still. Your breathing raged looking into his dark brown orbs that shone under the low light, even then it was possible for you to identify the hate in his beautiful eyes.




"Why did you do it, Y/n?"





He asked eyes desperately searching for answers in yours and you looked away from  him feeling bare under his stares.




"Look at me when I am talking! How long are you planning to stay quiet?!"




He raised his voice gripping onto your waist with more force that the place where you got hit in the morning started to sting making you yelp and grab on his shoulders squeezing your eyes shut. Jungkook immediately loosened his grip on you, eyeing your pained expression curiously.



"What happened?"



His worried tone caught you off guard as you opened your eyes to meet his ones that held concern in them. You couldn't help heart from flattering with the guy's genuine concern.

"Nothing"


You tried to speak in confidence but your voice betrayed you and Jungkook frowned turing you around to see your back despite your several failed protests. He pulled your shirt up to see your back bruised with purple and red marks making his eyes to widen in horror.


"You- how did this happened,Y/n?!"


He asked slowly touching your wound and you hissed earning a small 'sorry' from Jungkook. He quickly pulled out a cream from the fast aid box to treat your wound ever so softly. Your heart thumped and your eyes got teary, feeling the heavy weight of guilt, regret and pity for the man who was your husband. You whimpered slightly trying to hold in your sobs making Jungkook stop his actions.


"I am sorry was I too harsh?"


He asked panicking making you shook your head in denial. How much you were thanking the lord that he couldn't see your face. Quickly wiping your wanted tears, you stood up again clearing your throat.



"Jungkook let's get you to bed it's already 2 am and you and me both have work in the morning"




You suggested and without further discussion you helped him to his bedroom and walked to your own to sleep the night away.


Jungkook wasn't a bad guy at all, he had a soul of an angel and this made the whole situation a lot more worse for you to digest. You saw him cry every night which took your own peace away. He cursed at you every single day but you knew you deserved it all. You changed Jungkook from being a happy soul to what he had become today. You ruined everything. You ruined him.














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