𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐎𝐥𝐝-𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

The cards were now in your hands.

It was only a matter of how you'd play them.

The words had become your mantra over the past three months.

Again and again, you'd walk into his lectures, locking eyes with his for just a fraction of a second, and instantly, you'd be reminded of that day... his regret, his truth, his apologies.

The options were there.

And you were told not to rush through your decisions, that being the case if any were to be made at all.

Nonetheless, you didn't feel any less pressured to reach a resolve— to do right by him.

Jungkook wasn't cryptic about revealing the little details of himself, the vulnerability that had yet to be exposed of your view.

That day, he was in a moment where there was nowhere left to hide, no further layers to strip down. That was him at his core because all his armour, all his capacity to pretend, had been taken away.

Now, you've come to realize that it was your turn to truly express yourself. Because you knew better than anyone that if you keep building walls around yourself for the rest of your life, you'd just end up getting trapped inside them.

And after three months of waiting, three months of anticipating as if love came easy (though you knew better than to believe such nonsense), three months of contemplating whether it was wise to confide in the abstract reality which concrete things were obscurely exhibited, you were getting closer day by day knowing what you wanted.

You wanted him.

Him and his goodness of heart, his warmth, his rare-as-ever smiles, his comfort, his quick wits, his voice, his respectable way of speech.

He was all you wanted.

You felt as though you've been deprived enough of his presence, and you weren't willing to go on any longer without him.

Or, at the very least, not until you ended things appropriately.

After all, you just wanted to feel human again. 

And with him, 'human' felt all too easy to achieve.

There was never a moment with him when your feelings weren't raw, firey, enticing.

He had that effect on you, you figured.

But Jungkook was a good man. A smart one at that.

And like any good, smart man, when presented with a remarkable woman, he was going to do the right thing by her, the honourable thing, even if that meant giving her up.

That was what he did; he gave you up because he thought it was the right thing to do. But if you told him you wanted him, he'd move heaven and earth to make that happen.

That was the difference between you and him.

He was good, genuine. And unlike Jungkook, you weren't a good person. You were selfish.

Which was why you weren't going to give him up.

And so you passed the next several hours reflecting on your time together, seeing things more clearly through a new lens of enlightenment, and—though he never said the exact words— realized that he'd shown you in a million different ways.