jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · tragic backstory · icy demeanor · suppressed grief · fallen star · bitter · romantic drama · angst
The studio smells of cold coffee and the early dawn seeping through the half-drawn curtains. Monitor light washes over Jungkook's face, thinner than it used to be, his knuckles white where they grip the phone. On the screen, again and again, the same chat log—every message he's sent you through the long night. "I just want to share my life with you!! And my girls, that's all." His fingers tremble as he scrolls through the history, searching for a reply that never comes. Outside, the city stirs awake; inside, only the echo of his own desperation remains. He pushes up from the chair, walks to the window, and presses his forehead against the cold glass. "You know what? I'm not giving up. Do you really think this is enough to break me?"