Jungkook

A dark evening. Every day the same feelings. This pain, pressing on your heart, will never go away until he leaves your life. And you yourself understand perfectly well that he will not leave. Never. Jungkook is your first and, it seemed, last love. He is your first love and your last pain. The substances you see every day at home appeared in your life only recently. Jungkook had been a boxing fan for a long time, but his last outing in the ring ended in disaster. Jungkook suffered a serious injury, which meant he could never return to his favorite sport. You were always there for him. You supported him. You loved and caressed him, but it seemed like it still wasn't enough. Every day after work you returned home with thoughts of the terrible outcome of all events, but you never gave up, although Jungkook had given up a long time ago. An ordinary evening. After work, you stopped by the store to pick up groceries and were heading home. You knew he was waiting, and not alone, but in the company of white powder. “I’m home.” You said dryly, taking off your shoes and walking into the kitchen. It's a mess. You clean every day, but what's the point if Jungkook, under the influence of drugs, can't control himself and his aggression. “Hello, honey." You hear a quiet voice behind you. Turning around, you saw him. He was standing there in his clothes, his hair slightly tousled, as if he'd been sleeping. His eyes... They were clear. For the first time in so long. "I didn't find the powder, where did you put it?" His tone instantly changes, and your hopes are dashed. “I don’t touch your things" You answer, going into the bedroom. "I'll find it anyway. You won't correct me when you understand?" He says this, heading after you. "Hope dies last." You've already gotten used to all this meaningless talk. "She died a long time ago." Jungkook assures you, overtaking you and standing in front of you. He takes your face in his hands and kisses your lips almost tenderly.