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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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You coming back after almost two years with that terrible story? You should’ve stayed gone
you could've pointed out what was wrong at least anon🤨 that way i could've worked it out
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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Thank you for taking the time to read it✨️ Well, about the future part, we'll see how it goes🤭 As you might have noticed, the drabble missed some significant scenes so there's hope i might post something😆
be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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be my mistake | jjk
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre : bestfriends! au, hurt! au, angst
Summary : Jungkook was comfort personified. Your safe haven. Until you uttered the three words that ruined everything.
Song Companions :
Be My Mistake by The 1975
Warnings : none, except bad writing lol.
Word Count : 1.6k
Author's Note : This is my work since a very long time. It's quite similar to the one drabble I wrote last time, but there's just something about Jungkook and comfort that it keeps on inspiring me to write similar scenarios over and over again.
Please excuse the writing since it's been a while since I last wrote anything.
Beyond your windows, the lightning threatened to clatter to the ground. You watched it, the light almost blinding, before it went out all too quick. Counting the seconds, you waited so that you would feel the impact of it. And surely, it followed soon after. The ground reverberated with it - the cackling energy that it was hit with through the thunder.
The clouds piled high in the sky, moving with a rhythm along with the wind, which howled furiously into the lonely night.
You wondered, in this stormy weather, why did you only feel the presence of a haunting silence that filled your room?
It was the absence of a warm presence—the remnants of a resounding laughter—that you felt in your very bones. The eyes - which were the home of a galaxy of stars - were nowhere to be found.
All because of you. All because of your stupid mistake.
The mistake that now wouldn't let you get even a wink of sleep. The mistake that would follow you through your nightmares and the endless hours of the prolonging nights. It would sit with you, up until your very last breath - until you set it right, in this lifetime or the next. Which you doubted was possible.
The tears threatened to fall again, but you blinked them back. Was there even a point in lamenting further?
But the hollowness in your chest said otherwise, because it had consumed your entire being. You were nothing but a shell of all that had been - a shell of all the possibilities you had ruined.
Your sole confidant was out of your reach, and you had to wallow in your misery all by yourself. It was quite lonely this way without him - for he had been there for everything. Everytime you hit rock bottom, he was there. Everytime you celebrated your tiniest achievement, he was there. For the good and the bad, he had stood with you like a rock - comforting you always by just his mere presence.
"Y/n?"
Your eyes widened. No, that couldn't be. That must have been a figment of your imagination, for he couldn't be here now. Not after all that you had said.
As if on cue, you then heard soft footsteps approaching, dimmed by the pattering of the rain. You knew the rhythm of them by heart but couldn't comprehend why they were towards your crouched form on the bed - your chest hugging your knees. So, he really was here.
After everything, he still sought after you.
But then again, you were his best friend. It was not in his nature to leave you alone - not when he knew there was a storm of hurt raging inside you.
You couldn't stay still. Wanting to see that your brain had not been playing tricks, you risked a glance, not caring that he would glimpse your eyes that were puffy with sorrow and see that grief had consumed your entire form. You never had to care - not when it came to him. Because he would already know, for he understood you like nobody else.
"J-Jungkook?"
There it was. The sound of his name that felt all too familiar on your tongue. It was oh so sweet, and too painful to say at the moment.
Jungkook stood there at the edge of your bed. His form was barely illuminated in the darkness of your room, but you could still make out his face. His hair was dripping wet from the rain. You could see his clenched jaw, the curve of his soft lips, the slope of his nose, and his eyes. They were dimmed of their usual light, but they shone with a storm of incomprehensible emotions - all seeming to contradict each other. His hands were fisted at his sides, as if he had to put effort into refraining himself from doing something. Perhaps comforting you, like he always had.
Jeon Jungkook, your human form of comfort and warmth, stood right before you. Yet, never had he felt so distant, so out of limits as he did in this moment, regarding you with guarded eyes.
"Jungkook?" You called out again, not sure what to do. There was a heated debate of your body - which needed him to hold you impossibly close, with your mind - which was trying to knock some sense into you, that he possibly wouldn't even want to stay in any proximity with you.
He sighed in response.
The faint smell of rain and Jungkook wafted through the room—a scent that had been your favourite all these years, and calmed you like nothing else.
"Come here, Y/n."
In his voice, you found reluctance - a hint of hesitance as his eyes flitted from your damp cheeks to your wet lashes. They emphasized the very mess you were.
You merely shook my head. "I-I cannot possibly d-do that, Jungkook."
"Y/n, please." The desperation in this voice slipped through, and you saw the raw pain painted across those black orbs.
"You know that we are in no position to be in each other's company at the moment, Kook." It was the very truth that you had been refusing to accept the past few hours.
It was this truth present amidst the both of you that had put the distance between you two. It had created this rift between the two of you. You could see it in the way Jungkook refrained from doing his usual thing with you.
The newfound distance only twisted the knife of pain and dug into your wounds further.
But ignoring all of it, Jungkook continued to communicate his request silently , holding your deterring gaze.
"No, Jungkook. I-I cannot." You cowered into yourself as a fresh wave of sorrow flooded through you. You were responsible for this mess you had put the both of you in.
Your stupid, messy feelings.
Stupid emotions that overtook all your senses, and the stupid stutter of your heart everytime he looked into your eyes. This utterly stupid love that you had for him, that consumed your entire being every second that you breathed.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this to yourself. We are fine - we'll continue and stand through this together, like we always have."
"No, Jungkook, we can't," you argued.
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, forming that tiny knot between them. You brushed aside the desire to kiss it away.
"It's not fair to me nor you. You know that very well."
There was no point in carrying this any further - not when Jungkook would always be careful with you now that he knew. The very essence of your dynamic was lost the moment you said those three words. The pair of you were meant to be platonic, and nothing further. Only because of that did Jungkook communicate so freely, and laid his heart bare before you.
"It's only continuing what we have always had. I need you, Y/n." His voice inched towards breaking, and you knew you were pushing him towards the edge.
"Don't say that." Your voice was just above a whisper.
Jungkook looked utterly stricken. All the colour drained from his face, as he gazed at you with widened eyes.
The thunder struck in the distance once more, and the room shook a little as an aftereffect.
"Y/n, do you mean to say that we can't continue this any longer? Do you mean to say that-" He took a sharp breath.
You smiled wrly. The damage had already been done. What could a little more hurting do?
"Yes, Kook." You looked up at him, then. Beautiful—that's what he was. He stole your breath even now, and the hollowness in your chest felt more prominent as you weighed the possibility of not seeing him again that happened to linger in the air - in his unspoken words. "I can't do this any longer."
"Y/n, you can't - you won't just give up on this, right?" Jungkook leaned towards you as desperation gnawed at all his clean-cut edges to tear him apart - ripping his heart into pieces. "Don't make that mistake, Y/n. You-you can't do this."
It was all evident in his eyes: the losing battle that he was fighting - the one you wanted him to win. But that would only result in your eventual doom and put you back into that place of agony as you had experienced all these years.
"What you are asking of me is very selfish, Jungkook. I can't stand a second more with the fact that you are not mine, that we will always be just friends."
There. There you put out your most innermost thoughts for Jungkook to see. You laid your heart bare before him, once again.
He looked conflicted then, that battle from before still evident. But there was a defeated slouch to his shoulders, because he knew then that there was nothing he could say to tackle this.
That your decade long friendship was going to end, just like that.
"I understand." He looked into your eyes and held your gaze.
You raked your eyes throughout his face and memorized every detail of him. You committed the faint soapy, laundry-like smell of his to your memory, knowing it would never invade your senses after this.
"Goodbye, Kook." You managed a smile.
He looked at you then - really looked at you, as if seeing you for the very first time and perhaps the last time. He didn't return your goodbye nor your smile, but merely acknowledged it with a nod and just walked out of your door - out of your life.
And as he went, he left you as an empty shell. Leaving you with nothing but the fragments of him that you would make sure to cling onto all the years that would follow.
The remnants of the smell of rain and Jungkook lingered in the room, that without him, made this room all the more suffocating.
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Ooooh… You’re back
I guess?👀 I won't be as active as I used to be, but I will use tumblr in a moderate amount.
Sorry for not answering so many of your cute asks, but I did read them all🤍 Thanks for those sweet messages✨
Missed interacting with you, Fluffy🌼
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let's meet again, sometime | pjm
Pairing : Park Jimin × Reader
Genre : Strangers! au, Fluff, Angst (0.5%)
Summary : A tiring week at work and your friends' insistence landed in you a bar. But your week did end up getting a lot better.
Warnings : Consumption of Alcohol.
Word Count : 1.2k
Author's Note : This drabble was quite random. Don't really know whether it's good or not, but it was an idea I wanted to write someday. Hope you guys enjoy it as well <3
P.S. I feel a bit nervous releasing this since I think I my writing is worse than it used to be lol
The very distinct smell of booze was looming in the congested room of the bar.
As always, you weren't exactly here of your own accord. Your girlfriends had been complaining recently that you hadn't had "fun" with them for a while. Fun as in drinking, dancing, flirting, hitting and so the list goes. All for the sake of being "young" as they said.
But you had to admit you did like to indulge yourself in alcohol and loosen yourself up once in a while. It surely had been a long time since you allowed yourself to do that. You had been so caught up in your work that you forgot to even give it even a thought.
Even when you did come, you didn't mingle in much except when you were in the mood to do so. But, it still freshened you up for the week that followed. So, you tagged along without much protest this time as well.
"You should come along as well, Y/n."
They had been insisting on going and having fun with them on the dancefloor while pouting at you. But you refused and instead seated yourself in the corner, a whole pint of beer in your company.
You well enough knew that your girlfriends, once they left, wouldn't return for quite a while. They always promised they wouldn't get carried away. Very typical of them to say that. You found yourself smirking every time they did. You knew better, though.
Also, you were fine off by yourself today. The whole week had been quite the mess at work for you. Your coping mechanisms were different from theirs; at least for this week.
You continued to gulp the alcohol down until the pint was empty. That was a little faster than your usual pace, you noticed.
You took it a bit slow normally, savouring the bitterness. But again, you had been trying to swallow it all down with this beer this time.
But the bitter aftertaste still wasn't budging.
Too tired, you didn't want to bother yourself with getting yourself in the hassle of buying another.
And that's when he showed up.
He had had his hair gelled back, but still a few black strands escaped.
Just right according to your preference, you had quietly mused.
His eyes were a deep black, his lips full and plush, but his cute nose gave his face just the right amount of realness. His face was beautiful, you noted.
He settled down another glass on the table and shifted back in the seat beside you, crossing his legs.
"Jimin. Thought you needed a drink. Nice to meet you."
He then smiled his sinfully charming and sly smile, and that's when you knew you surely were down for him.
"Y/n. Quite the beautiful face you have there, Jimin." You didn't mind complimenting.
You were drunk, after all. That obviously meant you doing things you normally wouldn't.
His lips curved into a slight smirk. "Same goes for you, Y/n."
You brushed it off, but not without a smile gracing your lips as well. "What brings you here, then?"
"Alcohol, and the opportunity of meeting women like you, of course." He winked.
Damn.
And he then broke into a laugh. "Though a bad week at work, predominantly."
"Similar case here as well." You cracked a grin at him.
And that's how the night went on; you both bringing up topic after another. It was nothing out of the ordinary that you both talked about. Just the trivial things of everyday were what kept your small talks going on.
You noticed never spilled too much, nor too little. He also talked in just the right way, phrasing his sentences with just the right amount of charm and carefree attitude.
That drew you in even more.
You found yourself getting more into the man sat beside you as the night went on.
Several people came and left, but you paid no mind to that. Even your friends even barged in at some point to tell you they were leaving, but you surprisingly waved them off. They threw you some glances as to convey their message to keep yourself safe. You only nodded at them, reminding them that you knew your boundaries very well.
And Jimin seemed, you assumed, was a man that knew not to cross them.
"Want to dance, lady?" he suddenly questioned at some point in the night, while eyeing you with his deep eyes. "No pressure, obviously."
His face had looked far too inviting to decline, so you gave in.
"I don't know how to dance, though." You shrugged.
"Never done it before?"
You shook your head. "The times I did it were not the most pleasant experience. For the other person, especially," you admitted truthfully.
"Well, I'll try to cover you up." He winked, again.
You noticed then that he didn't quite wink, but just barely managed to bring his eyes to close in a manner similar to winking. You found it a bit endearing, more than anything else.
You took the hand he offered, and he draped his arm across your waist. When you did finally start dancing along to the music, it was quite fun.
Jimin gently swayed his hips, leading your body to do the same. You were a bit messy at first, stepping on his toe and all, but your body slowly started to catch up with the music as well.
You just continued to follow his lead throughout.
Dancing with Jimin loosened you, and made you feel more good than you would have liked to admit. It made you feel a little younger, a little more carefree and most of all, alive.
You wondered if it was the alcohol, but there was something about Jimin that made you feel livelier than ever. You enjoyed that sensation very much, not having felt it for quite a while.
After some more dancing and more drinking, it was about time for you to leave.
Jimin was saying goodbye to you now, smiling that charming yet sweet smile of his.
You had grown to like it even more. You appreciated his crescent eyes smiling at you and the delicate curve of his lips as he smiled. Not to mention his soft, dumpling-like cheeks as well.
The city lights were now blinking blankly at the pair of you. The night had grown into something more than what you had asked for. You quietly thanked the universe for that.
You didn't realize you would miss this night at the time in the bar, but the thought was impossible to escape your notice now.
You smiled a little wistfully then. You wanted to say that he had just made your week a whole lot better, but you didn't.
You may just had gotten emotional saying all that.
So you remained quiet even when he had turned his back to you, walking away. Just because you were scared of ruining the memory of a great night.
"You just made my week a lot better, Y/n." His eyes were glistening a little in the dark.
You just continued to silently gaze at him.
"Let's meet again, sometime."
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let's meet again, sometime | pjm
Pairing : Park Jimin × Reader
Genre : Strangers! au, Fluff, Angst (0.5%)
Summary : A tiring week at work and your friends' insistence landed in you a bar. But your week did end up getting a lot better.
Warnings : Consumption of Alcohol.
Word Count : 1.2k
Author's Note : This drabble was quite random. Don't really know whether it's good or not, but it was an idea I wanted to write someday. Hope you guys enjoy it as well <3
P.S. I feel a bit nervous releasing this since I think I my writing is worse than it used to be lol
The very distinct smell of booze was looming in the congested room of the bar.
As always, you weren't exactly here of your own accord. Your girlfriends had been complaining recently that you hadn't had "fun" with them for a while. Fun as in drinking, dancing, flirting, hitting and so the list goes. All for the sake of being "young" as they said.
But you had to admit you did like to indulge yourself in alcohol and loosen yourself up once in a while. It surely had been a long time since you allowed yourself to do that. You had been so caught up in your work that you forgot to even give it even a thought.
Even when you did come, you didn't mingle in much except when you were in the mood to do so. But, it still freshened you up for the week that followed. So, you tagged along without much protest this time as well.
"You should come along as well, Y/n."
They had been insisting on going and having fun with them on the dancefloor while pouting at you. But you refused and instead seated yourself in the corner, a whole pint of beer in your company.
You well enough knew that your girlfriends, once they left, wouldn't return for quite a while. They always promised they wouldn't get carried away. Very typical of them to say that. You found yourself smirking every time they did. You knew better, though.
Also, you were fine off by yourself today. The whole week had been quite the mess at work for you. Your coping mechanisms were different from theirs; at least for this week.
You continued to gulp the alcohol down until the pint was empty. That was a little faster than your usual pace, you noticed.
You took it a bit slow normally, savouring the bitterness. But again, you had been trying to swallow it all down with this beer this time.
But the bitter aftertaste still wasn't budging.
Too tired, you didn't want to bother yourself with getting yourself in the hassle of buying another.
And that's when he showed up.
He had had his hair gelled back, but still a few black strands escaped.
Just right according to your preference, you had quietly mused.
His eyes were a deep black, his lips full and plush, but his cute nose gave his face just the right amount of realness. His face was beautiful, you noted.
He settled down another glass on the table and shifted back in the seat beside you, crossing his legs.
"Jimin. Thought you needed a drink. Nice to meet you."
He then smiled his sinfully charming and sly smile, and that's when you knew you surely were down for him.
"Y/n. Quite the beautiful face you have there, Jimin." You didn't mind complimenting.
You were drunk, after all. That obviously meant you doing things you normally wouldn't.
His lips curved into a slight smirk. "Same goes for you, Y/n."
You brushed it off, but not without a smile gracing your lips as well. "What brings you here, then?"
"Alcohol, and the opportunity of meeting women like you, of course." He winked.
Damn.
And he then broke into a laugh. "Though a bad week at work, predominantly."
"Similar case here as well." You cracked a grin at him.
And that's how the night went on; you both bringing up topic after another. It was nothing out of the ordinary that you both talked about. Just the trivial things of everyday were what kept your small talks going on.
You noticed never spilled too much, nor too little. He also talked in just the right way, phrasing his sentences with just the right amount of charm and carefree attitude.
That drew you in even more.
You found yourself getting more into the man sat beside you as the night went on.
Several people came and left, but you paid no mind to that. Even your friends even barged in at some point to tell you they were leaving, but you surprisingly waved them off. They threw you some glances as to convey their message to keep yourself safe. You only nodded at them, reminding them that you knew your boundaries very well.
And Jimin seemed, you assumed, was a man that knew not to cross them.
"Want to dance, lady?" he suddenly questioned at some point in the night, while eyeing you with his deep eyes. "No pressure, obviously."
His face had looked far too inviting to decline, so you gave in.
"I don't know how to dance, though." You shrugged.
"Never done it before?"
You shook your head. "The times I did it were not the most pleasant experience. For the other person, especially," you admitted truthfully.
"Well, I'll try to cover you up." He winked, again.
You noticed then that he didn't quite wink, but just barely managed to bring his eyes to close in a manner similar to winking. You found it a bit endearing, more than anything else.
You took the hand he offered, and he draped his arm across your waist. When you did finally start dancing along to the music, it was quite fun.
Jimin gently swayed his hips, leading your body to do the same. You were a bit messy at first, stepping on his toe and all, but your body slowly started to catch up with the music as well.
You just continued to follow his lead throughout.
Dancing with Jimin loosened you, and made you feel more good than you would have liked to admit. It made you feel a little younger, a little more carefree and most of all, alive.
You wondered if it was the alcohol, but there was something about Jimin that made you feel livelier than ever. You enjoyed that sensation very much, not having felt it for quite a while.
After some more dancing and more drinking, it was about time for you to leave.
Jimin was saying goodbye to you now, smiling that charming yet sweet smile of his.
You had grown to like it even more. You appreciated his crescent eyes smiling at you and the delicate curve of his lips as he smiled. Not to mention his soft, dumpling-like cheeks as well.
The city lights were now blinking blankly at the pair of you. The night had grown into something more than what you had asked for. You quietly thanked the universe for that.
You didn't realize you would miss this night at the time in the bar, but the thought was impossible to escape your notice now.
You smiled a little wistfully then. You wanted to say that he had just made your week a whole lot better, but you didn't.
You may just have got emotional saying all that.
So you remained quiet even when he had turned his back to you, walking away. Just because you were scared of ruining the memory of a great night.
"You just made my week a lot better, Y/n." His eyes were glistening a little in the dark.
You just continued to silently gaze at him.
"Let's meet again, sometime."
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