Author: kpopfanfictrash
Genre: Second Chance Romance / Modern Fantasy
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader (she/her)
Synopsis: Fear has never been a foreign concept to you. Your entire life has been shaped by the knowledge that you're different, and fear of t...
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Standing outside his building, you take a deep breath and press the buzzer. You wait for several long moments, wondering if he's home and then –
"Hello?" Jungkook's voice crackles over the speaker.
Leaning in, you press 316. "Hey. It's me. Y/N."
A weighted pause, and then –
"Come in."
The door unlocks, and you push it inside. Climbing the steps to his place, your heart starts to pound. The last time you saw Jungkook, you were running away. The last text he sent was, 'ok,' in response to your message. If you were Jungkook, you wouldn't be thrilled to see you.
Coming to a stop outside 316, you lift your hand and knock. A howl responds, followed by the patter of gigantic dog footsteps. Unable to stop your smile, you shake your head at the chaos.
"It's just me, Bam!" you say, and he stops.
Bam's howl is replaced with a whine and the sharp thwack-thwack of his tail on the door.
"Bam, out of the way," Jungkook calls, his voice coming closer. A few seconds later, the door flies open to reveal your boyfriend.
You only catch a glimpse before Bam barrels out, nearly knocking you over. Legs and tail akimbo, he slobbers all over until you bend to pet him. Once satisfied, Bam turns around and trots back inside.
Silence falls between you, and you look up to see Jungkook. He's dressed casually, sweatpants and a t-shirt bought at a concert you attended. He hasn't moved aside, blocking you from entering.
Uncertain, you straighten. "Can I come in?"
Slowly, he nods and moves. You walk past him, trying not to focus on the heat of his shoulder. This might be the last time you see Jungkook, so you try to focus on that. Not the prospect of what you're about to do.
Hearing the door shut, you take a deep breath and turn to face him. "I can't stay too long," you admit, digging your nails into the palms of your hands.
Jungkook regards you warily. His expression makes your chest ache, unused to him with such a stern expression. After last night, you suppose it's earned. You should probably get used to it.
"Y/N." His jaw works. "What's going on?"
Deciding honesty is the best policy – up to a point – you force out your next words. "I think we should break up," you say in a rush.
With a low whine, Bam slinks in the direction of the bedroom. Jungkook glances at him, distracted, before facing forward.
"What do you mean?" His head tilts. "Like, you want to take a break?"
Steeling yourself, you shake your head. "No. As in, I want to break up. Permanently."
A train passes by the building, rumbling the floorboards underneath. Most people would avoid living in this building for that reason, but Jungkook was overjoyed by the prospect of discounted rent.
