3 months. 3 months of intense feeling and blind attraction, for a deceptive asshole, that ended up in something vile, and unwanted. Something out of a horror movie, something like the grand plot twist you never wanted.
For a long time, I tried to rid myself of the memories, of the helplessness. I tried, and failed.
Repeatedly.
There was nothing I could do, nothing to make me feel whole again, like the same person again, like someone ever worthy of caring for. I felt dirty, useless, powerless, and unwanted. There was nobody and nothing that could ever make me believe in love again.
That was, until Jung Hoseok became my unconventional Superman.