#[if this being set somewhere German is spoken doesn’t work. lemme know.]

[captainblazkowicz]

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home / w/ grey!

Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters / accepting / @coveitous

An announcement echoed off the crumbling walls, spoken in German and through a speaker that was too far away to make out the words. BJ looked like he could have been German... well, maybe. Tall, blond, blue-eyed, muscular. Probably like any old soldier around these parts. He stood over the bench— must've walked three miles from where he'd been staked out all day to this here subway station— and sighed quietly as it wasn't totally empty. That meant he had to speak. In German. And in the words of his compatriot, Wesley, 'your German? Frankly, it's atrocious. So no talking.' But how in the fuck was he supposed to get any better at it if he wasn't supposed to go usin' it? Didn't make any goddamn sense. If he busted out English, that'd blow his cover.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked the only other man around this whole damn station— the one on the bench, "Can I please sit here next to you?"

Felt and probably sounded pretty damn stupid to say. Even when speaking in German, the Texas twang snuck through.

[makknays]

nur du.

nur du; only you in German

“I don’t know what do at this point any more. I think we should break up; it would be for the better.”

“No, you’re not leaving me, not when there’s so many ways we could do this without a breakup.”

“I don’t think there is, I’m sorry, I love you but I can’t keep doing this to myself.”

genre: angst, romance

word count: 2k (1,999)

a/n: my german is rusty so idk if that’s correct i was torn between du/dich, lemme know if im wrong or right :)

Relationships are never easy, you could easily say they were my kind of thing. I’ll get ready for the next cliche, they won’t my thing until I met him, I started to believe in love because of him but I started to forget what it was like to be loved because of him as well. Jungkook was the man of my dreams, he was everything I wanted and more. However, he no longer had the time for me nor the patience.

“Listen, I know you’re a busy person but could you at least try to make time for me. I don’t want to be clingy but it’s been far too long since we’ve been on a date, do you know how long it’s been? It’s been six months.” you said to him but he paid you no attention. “Why am I even here? You tell me to come over, only to ignore me like you have been for the past few months; do you even know what’s been happening in my life?” you questioned him as you reached to grab your jacket, preparing to leave, only minutes after you arrived.

“Sure, I do. You act.” he monotonously replied to you, not even moving an inch from his position on the sofa. “Jungkook, I got the role in a KBS Drama, do you know how big of a deal that is? Of course, you don’t. You didn’t even know that I auditioned, did you?” you said, laughing in disbelief at the remains of your relationship. Silence. “I feel like I’m the only one fighting for us and it hurts, where have you been all this time? Your friends are more interested in me and you are; even when I got my role in the drama, they congratulated me, took me out to have a celebratory meal, and you didn’t. Do you understand how much that hurt me? You’re supposed to be my boyfriend not them.” you were on the verge of screaming but you internalised those emotions in order to not cause a scene.

“Why don’t you just date them? You seem to spend more time with them anyway.” “I don’t want them! I want you but you can’t even clear one day for me.” you shouted, this time holding back the tears that were threatening to flow out of your eyes. “Okay, when are you next free?” he asked, not a care in his voice. “Not for another five months, you would’ve known that if you had actually spoken to me. I have to fly out of the country for the drama.” you said, calming yourself down with the thought of being able to get away. “Then what am I supposed to do about this? I don’t have time, you don’t have time. What’s your solution?” he said, this time actually putting the effort in to face you.

“I don’t know what do at this point any more. I think we should break up; it would be for the better.” you suggested. “No, you’re not leaving me, not when there’s so many ways we could do this without a breakup.” he sternly replied. “I don’t think there is, I’m sorry, I love you but I can’t keep doing this to myself.”

A week later you were flying out of Seoul to Zurich. This is exactly what you needed and although it was for work, it was still a getaway for you. During the past week, Jungkook hadn’t even tried to contact you. You were seen of by Taehyung and Jimin instead of him and although it hurt slightly, the two of you were over and that was that. You just needed time to heal.

“I messed up.” the younger male said as he appeared in front of Yoongi’s house. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright? What did you mess up?” he worriedly asked the maknae but he stayed silent. “Look, come in. Why don’t we talk inside?” and Jungkook complied, walking straight to the living room. “What exactly did you mess up?” “She broke up with me. I messed up as her boyfriend and she’ll never come back for me.” he said, tears forming in his round eyes. “What made her break up with you?” “I had no time for her, I hadn’t been on a date with her in over 6 months and I knew nothing about her life; I had no idea she even auditioned for that drama…��

“Look, kid. Relationships, they’re not my thing. But I can tell you this. They’ll never be easy and you’ll go through alot together and individually but if she’s worth fighting for, you gotta keep going. Even if she doesn’t come back to you, at least you tried. I don’t wanna tell you that you were a shitty boyfriend or anything because everyone has a low point in their relationships, she just happened to be strong enough to let go to stop her own suffering.” “She said she loves me, so why did she leave?” “I’m telling you, she loved you enough to let you go.”

You found yourself constantly checking your phone to see if there was a new message from Jungkook. Nothing. Although you were the one who cut him off, you still wanted him to message you and talk to you, not completely blank you out from his life. Here, you had no one to talk to, not about this stuff at least. Even if you were close to your fellow actresses/actors, no one was close enough to comfort you.

While you were in your dressing room, an hour ahead of the shoot, you received a call. “Hello.” you answered absentmindedly, not caring enough to check who had called. “___, can you talk right now?”, it was Yoongi, not your best friend but he was close to you. “Yeah, what’s up? Everything okay back home?” “Well, for the most part but umm… Jungkook…” “What about him?” “He’s disappeared, he took his phone with him and just drove off somewhere. No one knows where he’s gone.” “What? Is he stupid? Why would he do that?” you asked, your shock causing the stylists to jump slightly, you bowed in apology. “I don’t know, the last time I spoke to him was about you.” “I, I just want him to be safe. Please do everything you can to find him, safely.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, was this boy out of his mind? Why would he just drive off and disappear on everyone like that. You tried to reach his phone but due to the fact that you were in another country you could only reach him if he also had wifi.

“I don’t know what kind of stunt you’re pulling but I want you to be safe and at home, Jungkook. I don’t want to lose you to a mistake you make.”

“…I’m sorry, I’m not going to be home for a while. I won’t make any stupid mistakes; I’m in Busan.”

“Jungkook, you can’t just run away from your life because one thing didn’t work out.”

“No, you can’t tell me that. Because that’s exactly what you did as well.”

“Regardless of what I did or didn’t do, you should’ve been better than me and stayed in Seoul. And I’m here to act not as a getaway, remember, I’m still working over here.”

“You don’t need to decide what I choose to do.”

The short-lived conversation frustrated you, your now ex-boyfriend was always the arrogant type but when you needed him to be sane, he wouldn’t be. You placed your phone on the table as you took a breath and sat down opposite your mirror to have your hair done. Not even 5 seconds after you took a breath, your phone rang. It was Yoongi, again. “He’s in Busan.” he sighed over the phone. “I heard. He better not do anything dumb.” you sighed, really wishing you could be home to figure this whole thing out. “Remember, he’s not a child. He hates being babied, so give him a chance to do things his way.” Yoongi was right, you always babied him, despite being the same age, it was always you telling him how to do things; it must have been a blow to his ego.

It had been almost a month since you’ve been in Zurich and since Jungkook fled to Busan. A month of silence, neither of you had messaged the other, in fear of saying something that would continue to hurt them or continue to fuel their anger. Today you were in a beautiful garden, rich greens and passionate colours surrounded you; you were filming the first kiss for your character and her counterpart. It was weird not kissing someone you loved, you still weren’t used to the whole feeling but it was your job. You ventured into the garden before the shoot started and found yourself staring at every other flower; however, your favourite was a simple hybrid tea rose, it was bold, passionate and a symbol of love. Love. Something you had but hadn’t been returned to you, or so you felt. Your character was being loved but that didn’t suffice, it was nowhere near the love you needed in your relationship.

You wandered around the beautiful setting again after the shoot, many other people were also there, admiring the beauty that nature had managed to produce. As you strolled around the blissful garden you found yourself being drawn towards the same rose as before; you had no idea why but it intrigued you in various ways. Right when you reappeared by the rose bush, a familiar hand reached out to brush the delicate petals. You turned slightly to look at the owner of the hand and it was none other than Jungkook.

“Fancy seeing you here.” he smiled as he tucked his hands into his jacket pocket, why he was even wearing a jacket in the warmth of Swiss summer puzzled you. “Why are you here? I thought you were in Busan.” you told him, your eyes still fixed on the soft-looking rose. “I was and then I needed out so I came here, not realising you were here since you didn’t mention where you would be when we fought.” he chuckled. “Seriously, what were the odds of this?”

“Why did you just get up and leave?” you asked him, finally giving into looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “I was hurt by what you had said; it was a real wake up call but you had already made your decision to leave and nothing I could say or do would probably sway you.” he told you as he remembered the events. “You told me that you still love me but you didn’t let me speak about my feelings before you left.”

“I was a mess, I was leaving the country soon after and I was tired of being hurt. You were so cold and I didn’t know why.” you told him, recalling the way he acted around you. “I admit I was cold, I was annoying but I have nothing to justify it; the stress I felt I just pushed onto you without considering your feelings and I understand that you wanted out but I just wish I could go back and prevent it from blowing up.” he told you truthfully, removing his hands from his pockets to hold your own, causing you to look down and stare at the way they perfectly fit. “You need to know that I love you and didn’t stop for this past month, being without you hurt and I realised how bad of a boyfriend I was recently; I need to make it up to you and give you months of dates back. It’s only ever been you for me.” His last statement caused a smile to spread across your face and you looked up at him, his eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, “Why not start?”