Speechless
Summary: There’s something about you that catches Kim Seokjin’s eye in the club he frequents, but it isn’t anything you say.
A/N: Wow, here we are. What started as an idea as I tried to go to bed has ended up being 226 pages and taken me months to write. It went places I didn’t know it would go. It took me places I didn’t want to go sometimes. But here we are, and I hope people aren’t too upset by the ending. I continue to think I stink at them *shrug*. Thanks for sticking around, especially as this story went on a month hiatus for a while there!
Please take care of yourselves <3
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Warnings: Some angst, some bad words, abuse, abuse of power, threats, psychological trauma, touchy touchy, mental disorders, panic attacks, sexual content.
It’s not like you couldn’t have spotted him. There were less than a dozen people in the room. You aren’t sure why he didn’t just sit by you, since everyone could see, and made it obvious they saw, that he wasn’t anymore. But at least no one asked, even though their looks and body language was doing enough to make you annoyed and frustrated. You weren’t sure who you were madder at, your stupid classmates for not minding their business and leaving you alone in your strange silence or at Jungkook for sitting there like nothing had changed whenever everything had. You weren’t even sure if it was Jungkook you should be mad at, anyway, or if Seokjin had told the boy to still show up. He hadn’t driven you, and he wasn’t sitting by you, so it’s not like he could answer for or ask questions for you, so you really weren’t sure why he was there. He barely even looked at you, anyway, and didn’t even acknowledge your presence. But there he was on Monday. And Tuesday. Wednesday. And Thursday. Sitting in your classes. Taking notes. Ignoring you.
