#i will go on. i’ll literally yap about this until the ship sinks and i drown

[lethalchiralium]

i’m so sorry. the idea crashed into my head.

but he was a pornstar when he was young, making money to supplement the measly military salary until he was promoted. he was popular and it has been years since he’s recorded anything but his videos are still circulating. usually around middle aged women circles or the occasional sex crazed woman who was barely finished with uni. the only recognizable thing about him was his deep voice and a pale blue birthmark in the shape of a claw. that and his gruff attitude had landed him the nickname “crabby”.

he hasn’t thought about it lately. the checks still come, the amount lessening but it’s still enough to pay a bill or two. he hasn’t had to sell his body to scrape by in years, and he was grateful he did it but a part of him ashamed. the thought came to him when he spotted the birthmark while he stretched his arms over his head, his shirt rode up and the mark was pulled taut. it looked more blue than usual in this light, and his eyes looked past his body in the mirror to you, his sergeant - his eyebrows quirked when he realized you were staring at it too.

little did he know, and to your horror, you had just found out your captain is your favorite pornstar and has been for years.

[too-scared-to-do-this]

Of the Devil’s head

Chapter eleven - Hell’s fire couldn’t beat this

Sander’s sides fanfiction

Wordcount: 2851

Ship: prinxiety  (*cracks nuckles* This is going to be fun BJ)

TW: cursing, a bunch of flirting, friendly banter, naked torsos, a lot of flustering and a very shitty-ly described kissing scene. If I’ve missed any, let me know. <3

Summary of the whole story: They say, the one that wears the crown rules all - the living, the dead, the walking, the crawling, the rooted, the sane and the mad. They say, once you own the crown, you become the  most powerful being on Earth and beyond. Roman’s stolen bigger things - a measly little crown won’t present a problem, even if he has to steel it straight off of the devils head!

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Chapter eleven - Hell’s fire couldn’t beat this

“You know, for being the Devil, you aren’t such a though guy.” Roman grinned, holding Virgil a little tighter to himself subconsciously. He knew that was a lie, but couldn’t help but tease.  

The demon just chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Have you seen my fangs?”

Ro smirked. “Yeah. Sharp and pointy. But don’t make you scary.” that was a lie as well. But it did bring him over to his next point. He’s green eyes got darker, eyelids lowering. “They make you look rather hot.”

A shower run up Virgil’s back at the purr. Yap. Nope. This was not happening. He immediately pushed up, away from the Human and darted out of bed. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” he stammered out.

Roman blinked at the red-faced Devil running around franticly, pulling out drawers left and right. He blinked again, as V pulled out a bunch of different pieces of clothes. He watched as he turned towards him, fabric flying through the air, and he couldn’t watch anymore. His sight was obscured by endless darkness - Virgil managed to hit him square in the face with a shirt. (He had a really good aim when stressed or embarrassed.)

“You need a change too. You can wait until I leave if you wanna shower - I’m not sure what Humans do… Is it like cats? Like, do you lick yourself clean? Because, ew, disgusting. But anyways…” that whole thing was rushed out in one nervous breath, deep voice pitched a lot higher. Cheeks a deeper red then before.  “Shower.” he quipped and slammed the door behind him.

And that’s when Roman just… started laughing. “What? The devil can’t handle a little flirting?”

The demon, redder than Hell’s fire at this point, let his forehead fall against dark wood. Oh, almighty Hades, why did this thief have such power over him? This was unhealthy.

Roman was still laughing his ass off. Lucky he hasn’t fallen off the bed yet, from how he was trashing around. Yeah, he was a complete goner. But at least now he knew how to get the devil flustered! Oh damn it, the demon was cute when red!  

And obviously, Virgil could hear it even through the sick lock door. He sighed and threw his close on the closed toilet. “A shower? Really?”

This was getting harder by the shortest passage of time.

What was the point anyways? He didn’t even need to shower! He could just snap his fingers and be done with it! The bathroom was built only because the running water seemed to calm the king down when he was in the midst of a panic attack. Yet he couldn’t think of a better excuse then a dumb shower! He was the Devil for dark’s sake!

“Hades, let’s just get this over with.” he rolled his eyes, and for once, actually got into that shower.

Meanwhile, Roman was still trashing around on the bed, laughing like crazy. It physically hurt at this point.

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It wasn’t a long shower, but it seemed like forever to both creatures. One laying on bed, still kind of getting over post-laugh giggles and the other wrapping a towel around himself and leaning on the sink. Dark hair dripping purple from the die (he’ll have to touch it up later) and body still glistening from droplets.

Virgil wasn’t really sure what he was going to do now.

there was a man in his bedroom. One he literally slept on top of. A very, very gorgeous man! Infront of who he just completely humiliated himself. How will he now show his face?

The devil glanced into the mirror and bit his lip. Maybe not literally naked - he should really get dressed first. And then worry about facing the liveling.

He grabbed the clothes he threw aside, pulled all the pieces on. Just to find that in his hurry, he threw his own shirt at Roman.

“Shit… This is just great.” he sighed. All his former clothes were long gone, down the laundry drop.

Now. He could just snap his fingers to make a new one appears, or…

The glint was back in all six of the king’s eyes. He grinned to himself, fangs showing. “You mess with me…” he hummed, leaning closer to the mirror fixing his damp hair over his eye. “…I mess with you.”

Roman was on the bed still, trying to get his mind to stop coming back to how cute the demon was with red cheeks when the door creaked open.

He sat up immediately, about to say something snarky to tease the poor Devil, but he didn’t get to that. Mind completely short-circuiting, heart in his throat and words nowhere to find he eyed to exposed torso of the pail demon walking around in front of him. Did this man really not know what effect would this have on Roman?!

Oh, Virgil knew, believe me. He knew very well. Walking out like nothing, half naked with a towel around his neck, hair still wet and droplets of water still glistening on his skin here and there. He didn’t bother to look at the thief. Those holes that were being burned into his torso were enough to go by. And also, the fact he acted oblivious would make Roman even more flustered. That was a bonus.

Don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t like he was so proud of his body. But when you have time on your hands, why not work out, Eliminate at least one of the many insecurities. So yeah, he had a sixpack. Big deal.

Big deal indeed! Roman was dying on that bed! Mouth hanging half open, fully entranced by the beautiful chiseled entity in front of him. And then there was a shirt - again. Muscles moved as the delicious stomach got covered completely, only arms exposed.

The thief shook his head. “Why would you do that?!” he hated how clipped his voice sounded.

Virgil finally looked up at him, fully grinning on the inside. On the outside though, he just bit his lip and blinked innocently. “What?”

“T-that!” Roman moved his hands around rigidly, gesturing at Virgil whole.

“Oh that. I forgot my shirt.”

“Uhm. Yeah, yeah. You just so happen to forget your shirt. And then walk out looking like Michelangelo’s David!”

And that was all Virgil needed. His inner grin reached the poutside, wider and more menacing than ever. He latched onto those words like a lifeline. “Oh, liveling, you think I’m as hot as David?”

Roman’s cheeks grew even redder. “For you, information - I was talking about how pail you look. Not how hot he is.”

“Oh, so you have a thing for statues. Good to know.”

“No! Zeus! You were the one to bring it up!”

“I knew the guy personally; I can say he’s hot. You on the other hand, thiefy, you didn’t. What’s your excuse?”

“Wait, you knew David? How old are you?”

Virgil stopped to think for a second. Well… he didn’t really have an answer to that. “I’m not really sure.”

“Old enough to know him apparently! Man, you’re old!”

“And you apparently have a thing for old folks and stone-carvings.”

Cue offended thief noises. Virgil just snorted, walking towards the Human. “You didn’t deny it. So you admit you have a thing for me?”

“What?! No! You’re too old for me.”

“And you apparently can’t say anything other than old.“

“I’ll let you know! I can do and say a lot of things!”

“But escaping Hell isn’t one of them.”

“Low blow man!” Roman gasped dramatically, hand flying to his chest.

“I’m just saying… I could show you all the good hiding places.” Virgil grinned to himself, fangs showing again. This was way too much fun. The frustrated look the thief wore was priceless. He propped his hands on the mattress, leaning slightly towards Ro. “That way you might actually have a chance to succeed.”

“Hey!” Roman grabbed the first thing he could find and threw it at the crownless king. Hit him perfectly square in the face.

And then Ro remembered that this was still the Devil, he just threw a pillow at.

Oh no…

Virgil blinked. What just happened? He looked down at the pillow that plopped down guiltily between his hands and then back up at the reddening creature. “Did you just… throw a pillow at me?” he frowned in confusion.

The sitting one gulped. “Mayyyyybeee….?” he smiled nervously.

Virgil blinked again with eyes bigger than saucers. He looked back at the pillow.

And he burst out laughing. The low rumbled of baritone climbing under Romans skin like a parasite.

The Human didn’t know what to do! He couldn’t help but watch the creature. Fangs glistening in the dim light, cheeks hiding his already sunken in eyes. He was so adorable.

Virgil looked up just in time to catch Roman averting his eyes. His cheeks were getting pinker than before (which was saying something). And the king couldn’t help but smirk. “Are you blushing, Roman?”

Gods, hearing his name from the devil’s mouth! “What?! No! You must be hallucinating!” Roman turned his face away completely, cheeks getting dark red at this point.

Virgil bit his lip to keep him from grinning (it didn’t help). This was just too funny - watching this helpless human squirm.

“I’m pretty sure you were blushing.” he leaned even closer to Roman, watching him coolly.

“No, I wasn’t!” Ro peeped up, cringing at the sound of his own high-pitched voice.

By now Virgil was a mere breath away from the boiling thief. He bit his lip again, grin loose. Eyes sparkling with a mysterious glit. “Then why are your cheeks red?” he whispered, running his knuckles along Roman’s cheek.

The liveling was speechless. He was pretty sure he swallowed his tongue. “I-I did not notice.”

Virgil’s grin darkened. He could just kiss him right now. Lean in and kiss him right here. No one would know.

He had no idea where this newfound confidence was coming from. Maybe the ages of being alone. Maybe the feeling of this rush. Maybe even the fact that Roman was coming undone under his touch the same way Virgil felt himself fall apart under his.

And maybe it was the whole situation they were in

He didn’t realize he was staring at Romans lips. But Ro did notice. Every time he glanced up from V’s.

Funny how little time these two needed. But Hell was timeless after all. It could have been three days, or even three years Roman was stuck down there. There was no way to tell.

What he could tell though, was that ‘stuck’ was so far off from the way he was feeling down here. With this demon.

Who was looking at him as if he was his last wish.

Roman couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never.

And suddenly Virgil wasn’t thinking anymore. Instead, he was pulled on top of Roman, pushing him into the pillows. Lips on lips.

Why did it take him so long?

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Why was this so hard?

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it :)

I’ll be back as soon as possible. Big ending’s coming up, so get ready!

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Unlikely

word count: 3127

Jungkook angst, Mayday Parade: Three Cheers for Five Years inspired. 

Almost an hour had passed, and he’s waiting for nothing. In what was supposed to be your fifth anniversary with Jungkook, had turned into a sweet shattered dream all on its own, after you decided to come clean with all the deceitful lies you fed him for the past 2 years. Jungkook however was still hopeful. Hoping that what you said was just a bad dream. A nightmare that can only be comforted with you by his side, caressing his head, lying close to his chest, telling him that everything’s going to be alright, and that you’ll always love him no matter what. You promised him eternity, a clarity, amazing future together but in the end the words that you vowed out loud, were nothing more than just manifestos spouted in order to get votes. Just like how a presidential candidate would act like. Nothing was clear to him anymore. For the past 5 years, July 15th would be the day to celebrate your love with Jungkook. It had been the first time he confessed, and the first time you had your first date. Everything started and everything ended on July 15th. Jungkook had never hated a date more than anything, more than remembering the historical dates he learnt in school. 

“Jungkook-ah, you shouldn’t be doing this. None of us expected this to happened. She played us too” Park Jimin was the one to speak first out of the 6 brothers. As expected of the sensible one of the group to provide comfort to him. Jungkook was lying down, facing the wall filled with polaroid pictures of the two of you, bits and scrapes of notes that he kept whenever you made lunch for him, and remnants of memories such as amusement park tickets, movie tickets. A reminder of how lovely the two of you used to be. In the eyes of the 6 men that stood behind Jungkook, you were the IT-couple that everyone thought would end up down the aisle in another 5 years or so. “Dude, man up. The girl’s a fucking hoe for cheating on you. She’s a bigger prick for not manning up either” Yoongi pulled out a chair in front of him while yapping at the younger boy. “Hyung’s right, Kookie-ah you should pull yourself together. Post break-up isn’t definitely candies and rainbows, but you sure need to wake up and see that she isn’t worth it at all” Taehyung reminded while trying his best not to get angry at Jungkook. Jin and J-hope were in the kitchen trying to whip up something good for Jungkook. Poor boy hasn’t been eating right since everything went downhill. Namjoon was the one who managed to talk the younger boy into being his normal self again. After all he was the closest to him.

“Hyung-ah, i’m sorry for troubling everyone. I couldn’t help myself, y/n was one of a kind. There was no one else like her. When she decided to drop the bomb like that, i had nothing else to do or say. It’s as if my mind and heart weren’t at the right place” Jungkook said in a breath, “Thank you and i love you. If you’ll excuse me, i’m going to take a walk, just to clear my head for awhile. I’ll be home before midnight. I really do mean it hyungs, i love you” Jungkook said while fixing his timberlands. “You go do your thing maknae, bring your keys, and don’t forget to take your phone with you. Be safe.” Jin reminded before he left, after all being the eldest made him feel like its his responsibility to keep them in check. 

While walking to the park nearby their shared apartment, Jungkook tried his best not to remember anything related to the girl that shattered his heart. He broke down in the middle of the park, next to the big fountain where you shared your first kiss together.

“Jungkook-ah, thanks for bringing me here. I had a great time, even though nothing went as planned” you said. It was true. Your first date with Jungkook was a disaster but the catastrophe was the perfect first date. After all you saw was perfection in imperfection itself. “Don’t remind me please y/n, i literally felt like you wouldn’t even want to see me again after tonight’s mishaps” Jungkook said while trying to fix his hair from the cold dusty wind. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Jungkook please. The date was perfect from the start because i had the whole day to spend with you.” “You really mean that? You’re not lying or anything just to make me feel better aren’t you?” “Jungkook-ah, are you trying to- “ He cut off your accusation by planting the sweetest kiss you’ve ever had. It wasn’t rushed or anything, it was sweet and chaste. Lips were molded together like how a cupcake should look like in a baking tray. Jungkook’s chapped lips was now cherry scented since he basically swept it all off. 

Jungkook snapped off from the empty clouded void, when Jin called him to come home. It had been past midnight and he’s still wandering about. Maybe its time he let go. Maybe its time he forgive and forget. Maybe its time to just start fresh. Knowing Jungkook, he regretted the fact that he didn’t chase after you. 

“Babe, lunch together?” “Not today, i’m busy with work”

“Omg y/n let’s do brunch together. Rocko’s having their special waffle deals. We haven’t seen each other since your exam break” “I’ll try” As a matter of fact, you didn’t. 

He should’ve seen the signs that you were neglecting him completely. You declined every single date he planned, you ignored all of his phone calls and didn’t reply any single messages he sent. He should have noticed from the very start how distant you started to be. The weekly movie nights and sleepovers were only sleepover with you coming in late and him already in bed. The communication was off, and communication is key to everything.

Jungkook wasn’t dumb. He just played dumb. 

Jeon Jungkook is someone you can never let go cause if you did let him go, you’re a fucking idiot. That’s exactly what you are. Jeon Jungkook had a heart of gold, and everything he ever cared for and loved means everything to him. When he loves, he loves hard. The precious boy from Busan, put his heart and soul into everything he does. He has always been the kind to appreciate even the simplest things in life. You on the other hand thought Jungkook was being too serious. Anyone would understand that being in a situation where the both of you were just teenagers in love, would have commitment issues. Even if Jungkook had vowed to give you his forever, you didn’t feel the same. In fact you were tired of the same old love Jungkook gave. You wanted to be reckless and try new things, and that means risking the relationship that Jungkook put everything in. It was a ship that is slowly sinking, only because of your little naivety in trying new things. You could’ve said you wanted a break, or come clean about your feelings. Instead you kept it all to your greedy self and wanted to hurt Jungkook without a care in the world. Simply taking advantage of the poor boy because of his kindness, his almost one-sided blind love for you. 

Behind the sweet facade that he put on, he slowly realizes what he truly was in your eyes. Nothing but a strand of string you could pull and tie in knots however, whenever you want. At first Jungkook could never understand the whole reason why you turned out to be like that. After series of endless ignorance, the burned out sparks whenever you made out on his bed, he knew it was over. A little over 2 years before you came clean, Jeon Jungkook played along. He knew all the things you did behind his back. The secret dates you had with your boy toys, the ‘work’ that kept you busy from him was just a pretend.  

Jungkook and you had been inseparable ever since you moved to Seoul. The both of you clicked like two peas in a pod. From the first day you arrived until now, the boy was head over heels for you. It was that night when you got invited to the boys’ housewarming party that changed everything.

“Let’s play never have i ever! C’mon guys its a CLASSIC party game” Jimin, sounded the most excited upon inviting everyone out to play. “Yeah like when you were 8 or something, Jimin-ah come on lets be real here” V scoffed but eventually agreed on playing. “Y/n, Jungkook get over here, we’re playing a game!!!” “Gee, hyung’s being really persistent on this guess we have no other choice, y/n” you could hear him complaining at the back of your neck. His breath tickled your neck, showed how approximately close he was with you. As if he knew about your feelings, your ears had turned crimson red making it ten times more obvious about how nervous you were. “Nah, don’t worry about it, what’s a party without party games”. You tried your best to act cool and you hoped that deep down he was tipsy enough to not notice. 

Everyone sat in a circle. The boys had invited their friends from college to their mini get together. “Okay people, lets start drinking ‘till we’re tripping” “Jimin-ah you purposely played this game just so you can drink?” Taehyung was starting to get angry after hearing his friend’s ridiculous remark, but everyone knew he was trolling around. After all, he was the next party king, right after Jimin. “Okay, i’ll start! Never have i ever…” The game proceeded and you were starting to get tipsy, just right before your turn you had drank almost 5 shots of vodka. Thats when Jungkook decided to bring you out to clear your mind. 

When the both of you were out, you still had a cup of beer in your hands. “Y/n man, c’mon thats enough for the night. You had like 5 shots of vodka already” Jungkook groaned as if you were one of his male friends. “Man, are you seriously calling me that? Jungkook-ah you do realise i’m a girl right? Don’t call me that” you groaned, simply couldn’t believe the fact that the boy of your dreams had man-zoned you. Even if he was just playing around. “Alright baby, just stop drinking please, or else i’m taking it away-” “Don’t call me that either!” You cut him off right after he called you baby. That endearment itself was enough to make your stomach churn and do somersaults all at once. “Babe, call you what? Baby?” Jungkook feigned innocence. He liked you. Tonight was the night he wanted to let it all out. You on the other hand couldn’t believed how bold Jungkook was to simply spout out nonsense. You truly had no clue that the raven haired boy had always been a fan of you since day one.

 “Don’t call me baby. We’re not in that kind of relationship Jungkook. Other people would think otherwise” you explained. “I don’t see how that’s a problem y/n-ah. I mean its not wrong for the moon and the stars to witness the affection that i have for you” Jungkook started laugh, “Okay i’m sorry too cheesy? I was trying to be as transparent as possible” He started to put his hands on your face, trying to be calm as possible. “Jungkook, what? I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.” Tears were already brimming at the edge of your eyes. “Babe no omg y/n don’t start crying” “How can i not Jungkook, first you confused me with all the baby talk and then you said its not a problem if anyone started thinking otherwise. I don’t want to get in between you and Chaeyoung from Eng Lit. Everyone knows that you guys are a thing Jungkook. I don’t want to be in between” you said it all in one breath. “Okay either you’re just really dense or you don’t feel the same way. Y/n i like you. Chaeyoung likes me but i never said anything about liking her back. I know its not the best time to confess but i couldn’t hold it much longer. Can i?” You were still dazed but Jungkook’s hands started caressing your cheeks and in a split second his lips were on yours. 

The memory on how the two of you got together played over and over again like an old film at a movie drive-thru. Jungkook chuckled to himself and smiled at the memory he was most fond of. Sitting on the sofa in front of the TV triggered another memory of his. 

It was a rainy Sunday morning. The rest of the boys went back to their hometown for the semester break. Jungkook and Namjoon were the only ones home. You stayed over for your weekly movie nights with Jungkook. That morning he had his arms around your waist. You opened up your eyes, only to be greeted with a masterpiece. Jungkook was art. His facial structures were perfectly carved. Chiseled like jaw, sharp nose, his eyelids which would either alter every now and then. Every time you look at Jungkook, you get to feel something. His presence alone sends tingles to your body as if he could send electricity through the nerve impulses in your body. Something like synapse. Upon admiring your boyfriend’s appealing physique,the sound of  Namjoon dropping his spoon woke him up. “Like the view?” Jungkook teased at the sight of you boring into his hazelnut eyes. “Nope, i love it. I could stare at you all day long, maybe even stare till your face is hollowed” you replied simply, while snuggling into his neck. You knew how ticklish he was every time you did that. “Take a picture baby, it’ll last longer.” Jungkook muffled while trying to keep a straight face from not giving in to you. Soon Jungkook attacked you with kisses, butterfly kisses around your eyes, kisses on your nose, cheeks, and eventually your lips. Your soft giggles echoed every now and then. It rang at the back of his mind like it only happened yesterday. 

He loved showering you with kisses. He loved every part of you when you were his. Jungkook believed in signs, and he thought the signs he followed were aligned with what your heart wants. Fate had other plans that he wasn’t prepared for. He mentally cursed all the times he spent wasted on you but he couldn’t get thru for long, because he truly, deeply cared for you and only you. He knew that getting over a break up takes time, but he didn’t expect for things to be this bad. 

Jungkook waited. He waited for a month. “Y/n wouldn’t do this to me. I’m sure in a month or so, she’ll come back” Jungkook kept telling this to his brothers, but all of them were denying the statement. “Maknae ah don’t make this any harder as it already is. The only person you’re hurting is you, yourself.” Jin tried to be reasonable as possible. “He’s right Jungkook. She’s not coming back” Yoongi said out flatly. 

Jungkook: Y/n its been a month. I think its long enough for you to think things through. Think about everything, maybe how wrong you were about all of this and just come back to me baby, i miss you so much. 

If you’re reading this, let’s meet at the park around 8pm. 

Y/n : Okay.

Initially Jungkook was already like a giddy school girl. He had high hopes that when the two of you meet under the moonlight, he could recreate the original fireworks, the sparks you felt during the first July 15th. He hoped that even when his face was shadowed by the moonlight, his pain could be showed luminously. He secretly wanted his pain to break you, simply to get to your heart, where Jungkook hoped to find whatever love you had left for him. All he wanted was to be given a second chance. Deep down, realistically, he knew that this was highly unlikely. He wanted to believe that there’s still a bit of hope in the future for the both you, but the only future there is, was one meant for you and the other for him. Not together.  He wanted to lure you into thinking that he still loves you in trade for the answers that he needs. He wanted closure. He wanted answers and Jungkook knew exactly how he was getting it.

Faint footsteps drew closer, and Jungkook knew by heart to whom does it belong to. “Y/n you came.” He spoke, voice as angelic as ever. “What do you want, Jungkook. I can’t be long” You spat, venomously. You tried to be cold and harsh as ever, you simply cant bring yourself to play nice, after everything you did to him. It didn’t last long before you fell on your knees, breaking down. You felt guilty as ever and couldn’t keep up with the little charade you put on for him. “Why did you do it?” Jungkook asked, while crouching beside you. He tried to help you to get up. “Is it because you lost faith in what we had? Did i bore you? Was i not good enough? Answer me y/n.” 

“I cant. I just cant-” before you could explain, Jungkook was already fuming and cut you off.

“‘Oh but can meet up with other guys and act like i was nothing. Even after all this time. I cant believe you.” 

You continued to sob, you can’t go on. Not like this. The minute you got up, you almost fell back. Your head was throbbing badly because of the crying. Jungkook had you in his arms and eventually pulled yourself together. He knows how sorry you were. All the wrath that he felt from before, the regret that he had from not chasing you right after he felt something was off, and how much he had long for you to be right in his arms. For the past month Jungkook had been miserable, but with your sudden appearance a month after, the feeling of you in his arms had took everything away. He felt absolutely nothing.

“I know you’re with someone, but i need to do something” Jungkook kissed you one last time. Closure was what he wants and closure is what he’ll get. No sparks. That was enough to answer all of his questions. He managed to grab his heart from you.  He wanted you to regret and that was exactly how you felt. 

The last 5 years were nothing but a small piece of dust that floats in the air.