It Wasn't Meant To Be, A TwilightxBTS Crack!Fic

The Meadow

Jungkook being a fox spirit didn't change much between us. Sometimes I noted how he would look at meat and I would drag it away from him. I accompanied him to his swimming and dance classes on some days. Sometimes I would hang out with Angela in her office at the school newspaper club. Being out all day only allowed a small window of time for me to think about Jacob.

Slowly, I loved being around people again but when I was alone, I didn't know what to do with myself.

I slowly found myself spending more time over at Jungkook's. It was easy when he didn't live far away. I had tried a hand at dancing because Jungkook also had hip-hop classes sometimes, but I was a mess. Hoseok taught me the basics but outside of that I was still clumsy. I had wondered if perhaps I should give ballet another go, but I knew I wouldn't be able to.

Ballet had classical music and I couldn't listen to it.

Dr. Min told me that I couldn't avoid it all my life. I needed to refill those memories with new ones.

But I didn't want to do it alone.

The Kim household had a big music room. There was a full wall of vinyl and cassettes, and I didn't doubt that many of them were first editions given how old Jin was. Jungkook skimmed through the collection, looking for Debussy's Claire de Lune. We could have just used the good old iPod, but Jungkook had stopped me from plugging it into the speakers.

"No, we need to do it right."

I wasn't sure if there was a right way to do things. I thought he just wanted to show off. 

He was extremely careful with the record as he placed it on the turntable, the needle coming down automatically. I braced myself.

The first sounds felt painful. It rang in my chest, the memory of Edward playing the song on the piano. But before I could go into complete despair, Jungkook put his arm around me.

And he let me cry.

He didn't seem uncomfortable with me crying. We got to the end of the song with more pieces by Debussy playing softly in the background. The side effects of catharsis are bitter.

I wondered what happened in his life that made him vulnerable to emotions, and what made him the way he was. Whenever I was around him, I felt like the pain would seep out of me, and I felt lighthearted.

He said it had something to do with how gumihos are known for seducing people. Wouldn't you want to follow someone who could just make the pain fade away, Jungkook had said. I didn't know if it was a good idea to dive into ... whatever this was. I was ready to believe that we had something thing going on, something that made me feel good and didn't take anything away from Jungkook in return. Jacob was young, nearly two years younger than me. Those two years made a massive difference in the grand scheme of things until we were a certain age. He could have been good, but there were things that he wouldn't understand.

Perhaps Jungkook himself knowing about Edward made it easier. That was the big, grand secret Jungkook knew that made it easier to be honest.

My head was nestled in the crook of his neck. I was exhausted. 

"How do your parents do it?"

"Hmm?"

"Love."

I hadn't said love out loud in a while. I said romance with as much spite as I could and argued against Jane Austen and Emma when they showed up on the curriculum, much to Mr. Berty's dismay. That was the only argument I've gotten into with Jungkook so far: he had argued that "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more" was the greatest line that was ever written in British English literature.