"What happened to you?"
At the sound of his brother's voice, Jungkook snapped out of his deep daze that he had been in since he had left the park, staring at his feet with each step that brought him back to his home. He lifted his head from the ground, catching Seokjin at his usual spot at the kitchen island with a bowl of what he assumed was some instant ramen.
"Oh, um" he swallowed thickly, diverting his gaze. "Nothing. I'll be in my room if you need me."
Seokjin said nothing, just watching his sulking brother climb the stairs that led to his room.
"What the hell is going on." he muttered.
His room door creaking open, Jungkook silently walked in with heavy steps and shut it behind him. He took a moment to lean against the wood, his head falling back as his eyes closed.
He let out a breath of air.
This couldn't be real.
This wasn't happening. I'm definitely dreaming.
With each passing day, it seemed like grasping his reality was only becoming more difficult. Every event was becoming more unreal than the other, and he was now reaching a point where he couldn't separate what was real from what wasn't.
She's being delusional
We're not breaking up, she's not going to leave me.
We're just going through a tough time now...
He wanted to make up every lie possible to make the events at the park less painful; The way she looked him straight in the eye and told him that they don't belong together anymore, less painful.
Because he knew with every fibre of his being, no matter how much he gave her the cold shoulder, no matter how much he blamed her over the past year and a half, he had never stopped loving her.
He just stopped showing that he did.
Jungkook didn't know what he was expecting by neglecting his own wife, but breaking things off was way beyond his thoughts. Having spent twelve years together now, with many happy memories and the hardships that they endured together, he couldn't envision life without her, and he believed that she thought the same.
His love of twelve years, the mother of his daughter.
But he was proven wrong.
She's just upset.
My family is back, this is a new start. I can make it up to her.
She's not going to leave me. She can't.
"Fuck," he groaned, his fingers slipping into his hair and gripping at the roots.
He refused to believe that they were going to part ways. They were going to fix things, he was sure of it.
The life they previously lived would be altered. The experiences they went through growing up, moving to Seoul together, would never come to be except for the ones engraved only within their memories.
They would never live together, marry, or have a daughter; All the things that had happened, everything that they dreamed to have once upon a time. And now he was watching them slip through his fingers.
At that point, her words did nothing but anger him.
She was really ready to give up on them that easily, and to accuse him of not caring about his own daughter.
He just wasn't expressing it as much as her, and with everything going on, he didn't know whether to be happy or not anymore. His emotions were all over the place.
Letting out a sigh, Jungkook pushed himself off of the wooden door reaching the centre of his room.
He had been in his childhood home for a few days now, and it still felt unreal. He'd often find himself staring off into space, getting flashbacks of certain memories that had happened within the four walls. But this time, his eyes caught the scattered photos taped to his wall right on top of his dresser.
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Those Days || JJK
Fanfiction"Can I kiss you?" If only it had turned out to be as you dreamed of it to be. They were all left in your fantasies of those days, but not these. Cover by @xerphthalmia
