As Jungkook stepped out into the cool evening air, a whirlwind of emotions churned within him. The weight of today hung heavy on his shoulders, pressing him down like an invisible burden. Each step he took felt like an escape, yet it also felt like a surrender to his own perceived inadequacies.
The world outside seemed to mirror his inner turmoil. The once familiar streets, bathed in the golden hues of twilight, now appeared foreign and distant. Every passerby, every sound seemed to fade into the background as Jungkook's mind was consumed by his own self-critical thoughts.
His footsteps carried him aimlessly, as if he were a solitary wanderer in a vast and unforgiving world. The cityscape stretched out before him, its towering buildings and bustling streets serving as a stark reminder of the magnitude of his mistakes. It was as if the world itself had turned its back on him, mirroring the rejection he had experienced throughout.
A gust of wind swept through the deserted alleyway, causing Jungkook's hair to ruffle and his clothes to cling to his frame. It felt as if the elements themselves were mocking him, whispering reminders of his shortcomings with each passing breeze. The once vibrant city now seemed muted, its lights dimmed and its vibrancy drained, mirroring the gloom that had settled within his heart.
As he walked, the city's symphony played on. Horns blared, voices murmured, and footsteps echoed, but they all blended into a dissonant cacophony that drowned out the melody of life. Jungkook's mind was a whirlwind of regrets and self-doubt, each thought swirling like a tempest in his troubled soul.
He found himself in a park, its once cheerful atmosphere transformed into a melancholic backdrop for his shattered spirits. The trees, their branches reaching towards the darkening sky, seemed to mirror his own longing for a warmth of any kind. The leaves rustled mournfully, as if whispering secrets of sorrow and regret.
Finding a secluded bench, Jungkook sank down onto its weathered surface, his body aching with exhaustion. His gaze drifted upward, tracing the stars that dotted the night sky, distant and unattainable. He felt like a solitary figure, lost amidst the vast expanse of the universe, searching for a sense of belonging and forgiveness.
In that moment, as the world continued its relentless march around him, Jungkook was left with the bitter taste of rejection on his tongue. His heart ached, aching for understanding and acceptance, longing for the healing touch of compassion. And as tears welled up in his eyes, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a path back to the warmth and belonging he so desperately craved.
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Candle Queen | OT7
FanficBeing the maknae, despite what people thought, wasn't just about being the youngest; it was about being the heart that beats at the center of their unity. And as everybody knows, in order to stay alive, the heart can't stop. ...
