We don't get hurt by others,
We get hurt by our own
High expectations.

A short Prologue

Sinners

Aren't we all?

So why few of them are punished?

Just like in our case, she is the one going to be punished for the sin which we both committed. I wish I can turn back the time and never meet her at all.

Neither fall in love,

Nor hate her,

But here we are at the edge of death and hell, facing each other like an enemy. Right, there isn't any heaven for us.

"It's okay, I deserve it" she is desperate, her eyes gave it all, the same eyes which I was unable to read ever but today, I can see everything which she was hiding, the pain, the love, the hatred, toward other.

Toward me

She is afraid like the small child who was hiding in the duvet from the monster under the bed in dark but there is a difference.

She herself is the monster.

" I hate you" I yell back and watched her lips curve into a satisfied smile like she succeed in her plan. The sweet smile made my heart burst, how I'm going to do this?

I can't, I can't, I can never.

My hands are shaking from weight of the same gun which I have held thousands of time before but today it felt extra heavy.

Maybe because I'm pointing it on the person who is the reason of all my pain and remedy herself.

Never in million years I thought I will stand in front of the women on my gun point, the same women whom I love the most, whom I hate the most.

I know it doesn't make sense but thats how my life is.

I remember every single thing. How it started. The soft touches, racing heart, the molding lips, attached foreheads with soft glances, we belongs to eachother just like stars belong to the  night sky

Whom am I even lying to?

We were never meant to be, we only bring massacre, river of blood, agony, solitude, just like the clouded sky, you can't see the stars just darkness.

Still, our story is one of its own kind.

Wanna listen?

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Chapter. 1

Midnight

Author's pov

A man, after a whole day of hard work, is relaxing on a rooftop with a can of beer in his hand, sipping it sluggishly, devouring every single drop and loving the sour taste in his throat.

A gentle breeze blowing in the blazing summer and stroking his forehead bang; moonlight, which is covering his perfect face, makes him look more ethereal than he formerly is. his eyes are gaping at the sky, which is filled with twinkling stars, a pleasing sight to see.

It's night, and nearly everyone is sleeping soundly except for those who are guarding the military base.

But he's not one of them who's on night duty. He just wants some peace and calmness for his tired brain, and what could be better than a night drink alone on a rooftop?

A shriek escaped the man's lips." Major Jeon Jungkook," he flashed back his name, wondering," How importance authority does his name hold?" But He feels helpless in front of his parents, the people he loves the most and has to do what they ask for.

A rustling sound behind him interrupts his train of thought; he does know what it is? Or rather, who's it? " Here we go again!" The voice was disappointed, easily exhausted by Jungkook's late night drinking

" You met a new lady again, chosen by your parents?" The man with utterly handsome feature ask Jungkook and joined him with a cold beer can in his hand, he took a big sip of it and let out a pleased moan " ah."

" Seriously, Jungkook, how numerous further women are you going to reject? You should marry; you're going to be 27 this year," Jungkook hiss at the advice of his senior friend and shrug.

" I know I should, but I still have not found the one I am looking for Jin Hyung," Jungkook answer, putting an apple piece in him mouth and chewed   it.

" Exactly what kind of woman do you desire ?" Jin asked, looking at the dark glory of sky as he remembers his wife and his 4 year old daughter.

" I do not want a woman who's too naive, too shy, and can not speak to me without stuttering. Her voice should have the same power as mine." Jungkook start describing with a shy smile on his lips.

Jin formerly knew all of this but still listened " I want a woman who's smart and clever like me, a fearless fire," Jungkook pause to look at his hyung to see if he's taking him seriously and yes, Jin also seems curious.

" Indeed if I die for my country, She shouldn't just cry, but in her gashes, she must also feel proud of me for sacrificing my life and says," That is my love, Major Jeon Jungkook." With a salute" Jungkook finished his description of his ideal woman, his eyes shining same as the stars he is staring at.

" Major Jeon Jungkook, I do not suppose you will find a woman as you described in this life perhaps in the next life, or you can marry four at once" Jin joke, causing Jungkook to roll his eyes and laugh a little.

Jungkook run away from the sight of women and what will he do with four women? But still he wants the one for whom his heart will beat differently.

" I will, one day; there must be at least one woman who'll fit all of these criteria and gladly be mine," he is esteeming his future unknown woman with comforting eyes.

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Other part of city

She is esteeming the sight of her future snack.

She starts putting the food from her fridge in her plate, a banana milk can, and a big size of instant ramen in one hand while she tries to close the fridge with the other hand.

She was unable to do so, lost her balance, and ended up on the floor with a plate of pastries. She let out a scream " NO," with her eyes turned blurry in dissopointment that she just dropped her midnight snack.

She locked her aspect on her bestfriend in the living room, who was on a important phone call. She end the call snappily and ran toward her, only to find her crying on a pastries that did not cost a fortune.

" Yeah, it was just a cake, I will get you another, stop crying," she tries to comfort her, knowing about y/ n and her food love " No, Layla, you do not understand. it's not just a normal cake; it's the last piece of my favourite," she start to cleaning up the mess she had created.

Layla smacked her forehead and spoke up, saying," God, women, stop now; we'll go and buy you a lot of afters; go to sleep; I will clean." She pushes y/n a little toward the bedroom.

" yeah right, goodnight," the younger grunt tiredly and walk away with her other snack.

" How can this be the same person who's going to be a special officer in the service?" Lyla thinks while shaking her head as she cleans the funeral of the sweets that her friend just murdered.

Author's note

If you can't see the comments then don't worry cause I have edited the story and wp disorganised  the comment after editing so make sure to add some new.

So what do you suppose about this new story? The prologue was okay Ig? I will not give spoilers.

A man who has so important desire and high prospects that he does not want his woman to cry at his burial will end up with a woman who cries at her favourite pastries?

Do you suppose that is it? Oh, oh how wrong you guys are. It has a lot of twists and turns, so be ready for an adventure. Buckle your seat belt and let's go.

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I'm just a normal person with abnormal habits

To be continued...