We held our hands since childhood but who knew those hands were made to fuck me up
I disguised him as a pure soul
'MY BESTFRIEND'
'It's Not just a bestfriend baby
'It's The worst bestfriend'
EVERYTHING CHANGED
"Dark is not just a shade
Dark is...
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Midnight 2:11am
'Jungkook' You screamed and sat on the bed heavily panting . Lost In the deep surroundings of a black hospital room .
'Y/n what happened ' You saw a manly sillhoutte getting up from the couch nearby as soon as you screamed. It was jungkook who came running towards you. In the dim light while your eyes were shedding down the tears
He brushed his fingers around your face and looked at you worriedly who was chalkily pale and the lips and gums seemed like they had lost their colour and the eyes showed the dried tears all around.
It was you who's hands were attached with IV tubes with the body covered with a yellow men's pyjama and a black leather jacket.
You looked down to yourself raising your head a little.
But remembering the instances few minutes ago,you turned your face towards jungkook .
'I-i-I, c-conan' You fumbled not knowing what to say carrying the tears in your eyes.
'Calm down y/n' He said patting your hair gently while you flattered the doe hazel eyes infront of his dark brown ones.
Seeing yourself with the bruises painted on your cream shaded hands you knew it was definitely not a dream
You stressed your brain to remember what just happened minutes ago recalling .
'You are impure y/n' Those were roamed in your head
You looked at jungkook in utter shock.
' Am i impure jungkook?' You asked with a heavy lump and the ocean in your eyes urging to get a peaceful reply
His eyes turned black yet a soft one 'Offcourse not' He embraced you tightly and gently ruffled your hair planting a peck on your forehead
'T-then why di-d y-you say earlier??' You sniffed .
'I never said that sweetheart'
You detached yourself from him to meet the eyes that were stuck on your face.
'Don't lie' You unclutched his shirt backing away folding your napless and broken pink painted nails .
Your shoulder bent down as soon as his hand sank it down as if the stone kept onto.
'Were you perhaps dreaming'? He asked lacing his hands on the tears wiping it away
' w-what d-do you mean'
'You were about to get raped by conan and then when i came in bathroom , you were unconsious sweetheart'
He stated with a sigh looking down , controlling the smug expressions painted on his face. While lacing your fingers with his soft thumb making the circles around
