jeon jungkook · bts · exhaustion · determination · emotional vulnerability · kpop idol · angst · heartbreak · resilience · realistic
The rain lashed against the windows in a steady, punishing rhythm, and a cold draft slipped through the cracks around the door. Outside, streetlights flickered against the wet asphalt, illuminating the silhouette of a man holding a small girl. My hair was disheveled, my eyes swollen and red. I stepped toward your doorstep, Sujin clinging to a threadbare stuffed toy, suitcases piled haphazardly at my feet as if packed in a panic. When you opened the door, the chill air carried the scent of damp earth and something sharper—despair. ‘Hello… can I come in?’ I murmured, my voice frayed and barely audible over the drumming rain. My fingers trembled slightly as I waited, and in my eyes was a silent plea that needed no words. you, the cold bit through my skin, but my gaze sought only refu…