Kookmin/Jikook oneshots

Shattered Runway

Jimin stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring his reflection. His flawless figure, captivating gaze, and confident stance were all testaments to his success as a model. His dream had come true, but at a steep cost. Memories of the past echoed in his mind as he prepared for yet another glamorous photoshoot.

It had been years since Jimin left Jungkook, the man he once called his husband. The decision had been agonizing, but the allure of the modeling world had been too powerful to resist. Jimin had received an offer from a prestigious modeling agency that demanded his dedication, including being single for the duration of his contract. Fueled by ambition and the desire to chase his dreams, he had made the heart-wrenching choice to leave Jungkook behind.

However, the years of success and fame came with a hollow emptiness that no amount of accolades could fill. Jimin had sacrificed his love, his happiness, and his bond with Jungkook for the glitz and glamour that now surrounded him. As he looked at his reflection, the weight of regret settled heavily in his chest.

Jimin's ascent to the pinnacle of the modeling industry had been a bittersweet triumph. While fame and fortune adorned his path, the echoes of a shattered relationship with Jungkook reverberated within him. He had sacrificed their love for the allure of a modeling career, only to discover that success had come at a high cost.

Years had passed since their painful separation, and Jimin had become a renowned figure in the fashion world. His reputation as a sought-after model caught the attention of a prestigious fashion house that offered him an opportunity he couldn't resist—an exclusive collaboration that promised to skyrocket his already soaring career.

Excitement mingled with trepidation as Jimin prepared for the photoshoot. But the revelation that Jungkook, his ex-husband, now served as the founder and CEO of the fashion company, shattered his composure. The very man he had abandoned and wounded was now in a position of power, holding the fate of Jimin's professional endeavors in his hands.

Jimin's heart raced as he stood face-to-face with Jungkook for the first time since their painful separation. The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken storm brewing beneath their composed exteriors. Their gazes clashed, revealing a tumultuous mix of lingering love, anger, and betrayal.

"You," Jungkook's voice was laced with ice, his words dripping with disdain. "So, they sent you as the face of this collaboration."

Jimin's voice wavered as he fought to maintain his composure. "Jungkook, I never intended for things to end like this. I made a mistake, a selfish choice, and I've regretted it every single day."

Jungkook's laughter held a bitter edge. "Regret won't change the past, Jimin. You left me when I needed you the most, forsaking our vows and tearing our love apart. I built this company from nothing, and now I watch as you reap the benefits."

Jimin's eyes welled up with tears as the weight of his actions pressed upon him. "I know I hurt you, Jungkook, but please understand that I was consumed by my own ambitions. I never stopped loving you, even in the midst of my pursuit for success."

Jungkook's expression hardened further, a wall of resentment forming between them. "Love alone cannot mend what you shattered. You walked away from us, and I had to bear the burden alone—financial struggles, broken dreams. The wounds run deep, Jimin, and they still bleed."

Jimin's voice cracked, his plea filled with desperation. "I'm willing to do anything, Jungkook. I'll make amends, repay the pain I caused. Let me prove that I've changed, that I'm no longer the person who abandoned you."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his voice heavy with skepticism. "You think a few hollow words and promises will be enough? You underestimated the devastation you left in your wake. The world may adore you now, but our friends and family, they despise you for what you did."

Jimin's heart sank, realizing the magnitude of the fallout from his actions. He felt the weight of the disapproving glares from their loved ones, their eyes filled with disappointment and resentment.

"I understand their anger," Jimin whispered, his voice tinged with regret. "But if you give me a chance, Jungkook, I'll prove to you that I can change. Let me earn back the trust of our friends, our family, and most importantly, yours."

Jungkook's gaze softened slightly, yet the walls remained firmly in place. "I can't promise you anything, Jimin. The scars you left are still raw, and I'm not sure I can withstand another blow."

The collaboration continued, each passing moment weighing heavily on Jimin's shoulders. Every glance from Jungkook sent a surge of anguish through his veins, a constant reminder of the pain he had inflicted.

As the show drew to a close, Jimin's heart was heavy with regret and longing. He yearned for a chance to undo the past, to turn back time and choose love over ambition. But it was too late—the damage had been done, and the consequences were irreparable.

In a desperate attempt to salvage something, Jimin approached Jungkook backstage, his voice barely a whisper. "Jungkook, please. Let's talk. Let me explain."

Jungkook's eyes bore into him, devoid of any warmth or compassion.

The backstage corridor felt suffocating as Jimin stood before Jungkook, their gazes locked in a battle of wills. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and the weight of their shattered love hung heavily in the air.

"I don't need your explanations, Jimin," Jungkook spat, his voice laced with venom. "You made your choice when you walked away from me, discarding our love like it meant nothing."

Jimin's voice trembled with desperation. "Please, Jungkook, let me explain. I was foolish and blinded by my ambition. I never meant to hurt you."

A bitter laugh escaped Jungkook's lips, devoid of any humor. "You expect me to believe that? You left me behind, struggling to make ends meet while you chased after your dreams. I had to pick up the pieces, alone."

Tears welled up in Jimin's eyes, his voice pleading. "I know I can't change the past, but I've changed, Jungkook. I've realized the depth of my mistake, and I'm willing to do anything to make it right."

Jungkook's eyes hardened, his voice laced with pain. "Do you think an apology will erase the years of heartache? Do you think I'll forget the nights I spent wondering why I wasn't enough for you?"

Jimin's voice cracked, the weight of his regret becoming unbearable. "I never wanted to make you feel that way. I thought success would bring us happiness, but I was wrong. Please, Jungkook, give me a chance to show you how much I've changed."

Jungkook's expression remained resolute, his voice cold. "You had your chance, Jimin, and you threw it away. I can't let you back into my life, not after the damage you caused."

Jimin's heart shattered into a million pieces, the realization of his irreversible loss hitting him with a cruel force. The pain he had inflicted upon Jungkook was a wound that refused to heal, a constant reminder of his betrayal.

As time went on, the chasm between Jimin and Jungkook only grew wider. Their friends and family took sides, their loyalty shifting away from the remorseful model who had abandoned his husband. Jimin was left isolated, a pariah in his own world of fame and success.

The void in Jimin's heart remained unfillable, a constant ache that haunted his every waking moment. He saw snippets of Jungkook's life through the media, witnessing his ex-husband's triumphs and happiness without him. The regret gnawed at his soul, a relentless reminder of what could have been.

Years passed, and Jimin's fame began to wane. The world moved on, and he was left with the remnants of a shattered love and the haunting memories of what he had lost. The realization of his irreversible mistake became an indelible scar upon his heart.

In the depths of his solitude, Jimin found solace in the fragments of their broken love, the echoes of what was and what could have been. And as he watched from a distance, he vowed to carry the weight of his regret as a constant reminder of the price he paid for his ambitions.

Sometimes, the most tragic stories are the ones where the wounds never fully heal, and the love that was lost remains eternally fractured.