Jungkook Short Stories Compilation (Editing)

Goodbye, Love 🔞

The silence in the car is deafening as we look at the passing scenery outside. Our fingers interlaced between us is our only contact. I am savoring every second because it'll all be gone soon. We're returning to the hotel after our last date ever, the final one of our four-year relationship.

A week ago, Y/N surprised me when she said she was coming to see me on tour. We haven't seen each other in eight months so I was very excited. Lately, our relationship has been strained due to stress and not being able to see one another. Long-distance relationships are hard to manage and while I thought we were fine she thought otherwise.

It wasn't always that way. We had an incredible year together before she had to leave to study abroad. By then, I knew I wanted to marry her. Even though we are breaking up, I still have hope that it could happen someday. The dreaded day arrived when Y/N left for London. It was tough at first, but we managed. She came home as often as possible, during school breaks and holidays. She even met me in New York once when I was there for a show.

During her second year away, things changed for us. I was busier and traveling more as BTS grew in popularity. She started doing internships which meant not being able to come home as often. Then everything went downhill after she cancelled plans to spend the summer on tour with me. Instead she accepted an internship in New York working at one of the major television networks there. She longed to be a writer, and this was an opportunity she could not pass up. I understood how important this was for her but still I decided to be a dick and throw a tantrum.

It was our biggest fight ever. We've reconciled since then, but it caused a permanent rift. We began fighting over the dumbest things. We'd go days or weeks without communicating. She was slipping away from me, but I didn't know how to fix us. I fervently hoped that her visit would heal our relationship but instead it only made me aware how far we had drifted apart. Our conversations are awkward, almost as if we have nothing in common anymore. Then on the second night of her visit she dropped a bomb, the reason for her visit.

She was tired of the long distance. Seeing her friends with their partners only exacerbated the problem. She was no longer satisfied seeing and talking to me through a screen. She needed me by her side. She missed the companionship, the cuddling, and yes, the sex too. Resentment started to build up within her which ultimately led to the problems we've been having lately. I understood because I felt the same too. Except I had a little more patience. I knew school won't last forever and then she'd come home to me. But she could no longer wait for that day. Somewhere our paths had diverged without us realizing it. She felt it was time to let go before one of us does something regretful.

Glancing at her, I think of how incredibly beautiful she looks right now. The streetlights hitting her face adorning it with light and shadows as the car travels. I want to burn it into my mind so I will never forget. I blink away the tears that start to fall. I know I will never love anyone else as much as I love her. I don't want to break up. I fought against it when she brought it up. But then I saw how our situation was hurting her. She's right that I can't give her what she needs. It's killing me that I can't be that man for her. That even with all the love we have for one other, it's not enough to keep us together. So, I gave in. If breaking up is the only thing I can give her then I'll do it, even if I break my heart in the process.

The silence continues until we are inside our hotel room. She walks towards the bathroom but I stop her by wrapping my hand around her waist and making her turn towards me. I close the gap until our bodies press together and I feel her breath on my skin. A sad smile adorns her lips and her eyes are rimmed with tears. I carefully wipe them away with my fingers and press a kiss to her forehead before engulfing her in my embrace, the urge to protect her stronger than ever. Her arms encircle my neck and she rests her head against my shoulder. We stay like that for a long time, lost in our own thoughts and not wanting to let go. I have so many things I want to say yet I don't. Finally, I pull back slightly and look down upon her face and our eyes lock.