𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

You were up too early, or perhaps too late. Being an insomniac, you couldn't tell the difference between the two since sleep had always been a recurring struggle. 

However, you knew that this time... the insomnia wasn't the blame. Rather, it was just an excuse.

An excuse to bury all the pain you felt deep inside, and instead, hiding it behind a mask. 

It wasn't working.

Evidently, you seemed to be losing your form and composure, throwing away all sense of common courtesy. 

If there were anything you could've done to change the outcome of this dreadful night, then you were certain such chances were out of your reach, and that left you feeling utterly helpless.

To avoid that feeling, you found yourself daydreaming for the past few hours about appearing one night in her home, laughing and messing around with other friends, unbeknownst of what was to come in the future. You missed it, you missed her. 

But the image was soon interrupted by something more realistic — waking up in a dark room, surrounded by police, being asked questions you'd have no real answers to.

Unable to run, unable to hide.

Not once have you ever felt so trapped, so deafened by your own pain. But it was nothing in comparison to what she's endured.

The mere thought of it led you to the very brink of guilt.

That same guilt that was practically eating you alive, as you sat down on the couch with your head in your hands, and let out a much needed cry.

From then on, you just couldn't stop. The stored tears continued to flow ceaselessly down your cheeks as the sobs never stopped wracking your body, barely allowing a single breath to be drawn. 

Everything seemed like a mere blur. 

The trauma, the shock, the grief. It went without saying that it was entirely beyond your control.. and for once in your life, you couldn't afford to be strong.

You couldn't be strong, you couldn't render a smile, you couldn't even speak.

So what made you think for a second, that you could've possible saved her?

Perhaps it was because it plagued your mind; the sirens that echoed endlessly in your head, the horrified pedestrians that circled her body.

And across the room, was none other than the trigger.

That trigger being the reporter on TV, delivering news no one wanted to hear. Something you had no reason to be reminded of, yet again.

"Heartbreaking news tonight, north of the city. Friends and family mourn the loss of a 21-year-old woman, identified as Andrea Lin, who died in the hospital earlier this morning after taking her own life."

Your best friend. Dead.

Immediately, you shut the tv off.

It didn't faze you anymore. After all, you were there.

During her final moments when she stepped onto the ledge of the building, her eyes devoid of emotion. Vacant, empty... only tears. 

You knew that face very well. It was the face she made every time she was deeply hurt, wounded beyond repair. This time, however, it wasn't just anyone who hurt her — it was you.

Someone who'd always believed in her, encouraged her to pursue her dreams, showed her the beauty of friendship and above all, accepted who she was.

However, the simple beginning came to a mere end when you made it seem to her as if it was all just a lie.

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"Andrea," You whispered, your voice breaking midway. "Don't do this, please."

You tried talking her out of it, reminding her of how much she was truly loved.

But to no avail, your words didn't reach her. 

Your efforts, your honesty, your tears... she couldn't find it in herself to believe it. And that fact hurt more than anything else.

"It isn't your fault, Y/N."

Your heart cracked. 

Was it okay for you to say that you couldn't understand?

That you couldn't understand why she still wanted the best for you, despite all the damage you've caused her?

No, you knew better than to believe her well-worded lies.

But none of that should've mattered. She was at the verge of breaking, akin to a very delicate piece of glass. Evidently, she was reaching the point where she could no longer take it anymore.

A point, in which the only option left was giving up.

And she did.

"Don't cry." She said to you. 

You cried even harder. 

It was your fault she was in this position, you were the blame. You couldn't protect her, you couldn't defend her... and for that, this was the consequence.

"Andrea, I—"

"I'm sorry." She took the words right out of your mouth.

For a brief moment, time stilled. 

Why? Why are you apologizing? You couldn't understand her, Andrea why-

The next thing you knew, she began leaning backwards with her arms spread apart, a feign smile plastered on her lips as she mouthed a few words to you.

Words, you failed to yet again understand.

She then let gravity do the work for her as you watched her body just... fall.

And you ran. You ran as quickly as you possibly could to grab ahold of her wrist before she could  simply vanish before your eyes.

However, just as your words— you couldn't reach her in time.

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authors note


Well, here we are. How was the prologue? In my eyes, it was just an emotional teaser that revealed a bit about Y/N's past. Although, it probably wasn't much at all 😅

Anyway, I'm aware that Jungkook was rarely ever mentioned in this prologue. (if not, at all) Which was kind of the point. I guess...?

Nevertheless, Jungkook will be appearing in every other chapter from now on, so not to worry.

I can assure you that this is indeed a Jungkook fanfic.

Having said that, please do not forget to vote, comment, and follow me to get notified whenever I update or post announcements. I'd deeply appreciate it.

{Not to mention how I really like to see your feedback, haha.}


Thank you, regardless! 

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