Call me HYUNG!

i was stupid

Jungkook wandered through the streets, his feet moving without direction as his thoughts spiraled out of control. The city was alive around him—cars honking, people chattering, the distant sound of music from a street performer—but it all felt muted, like he was moving through a dream.

The image of Taehyung and Jimin, hand in hand, kept replaying in his mind, each time piercing his heart a little more. He had tried so hard to hide his feelings, to be the supportive friend Taehyung needed, but now, away from their eyes, the mask was slipping.

He found himself by the river, the water reflecting the city lights in a kaleidoscope of colors. It was a place he and Taehyung often visited together, sharing secrets, dreams, and fears under the open sky. But tonight, Jungkook was alone, and the solitude felt suffocating.

He leaned against the railing, staring out at the water as tears began to blur his vision. He could no longer hold them back. The weight of his emotions—confusion, heartache, betrayal—came crashing down on him, and for the first time since hearing Taehyung’s words, Jungkook let himself cry.

He had always been strong, always kept his feelings hidden, but now, with no one around to see, he allowed himself to break. His shoulders shook with the force of his sobs, the tears spilling down his cheeks as he gripped the cold metal of the railing, his knuckles turning white.

It hurt so much—knowing that Taehyung had found someone else, that he hadn’t even told Jungkook about it. He felt foolish, like a child who had been living in a fantasy, only to have it shattered in the cruelest way. All the years he had spent by Taehyung’s side, cherishing every moment, every smile, every touch, only to find out that it meant something different to Taehyung.

Jungkook thought of all the moments they had shared—Taehyung’s laughter, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he loved, the warmth of his embrace. He thought of the times they had stayed up late talking about their dreams for the future, the promises they had made to each other. And now, all of it felt like a lie.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips as he wiped at his tears, the ache in his chest growing unbearable. “I was so stupid,” he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse. “So stupid to think I ever had a chance.”

He thought about how Taehyung had brushed off his confession, laughing it off like it was nothing. How he had assumed Jungkook was just confused, just going through a phase. But Jungkook knew better. His feelings weren’t just a phase. They were real, and they had been for a long time.

But it didn’t matter now. Taehyung had made his choice, and it wasn’t Jungkook. It never had been.

Jungkook felt a fresh wave of tears welling up, but he swallowed them down, trying to steady his breathing. He couldn’t stay here, wallowing in his pain. He needed to move forward, to find a way to live with this heartbreak. But right now, all he wanted was to disappear, to escape the pain that was tearing him apart from the inside.

The river continued to flow, the water rushing past, uncaring of the turmoil in Jungkook’s heart. He watched it for a long time, letting the cool night air dry his tears, until finally, he felt drained—empty, like there was nothing left inside him.

Slowly, he pushed himself away from the railing and began walking again, his steps heavy and slow. He didn’t know where he was going, didn’t care. All he knew was that he couldn’t go home, not yet. Not when every corner of his room held memories of Taehyung, of the life they had shared.

Eventually, he found himself in a small park, the grass soft beneath his feet as he collapsed onto a bench. The stars were faint in the city sky, but Jungkook stared up at them, finding a strange sort of comfort in their distant light. He had always liked looking at the stars with Taehyung, but now, the night felt vast and empty.

“What do I do now?” Jungkook whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the night. There was no answer, only the rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant hum of the city.

He stayed there for what felt like hours, his thoughts a tangled mess of what-ifs and regrets. The tears had stopped, but the pain lingered, a dull ache that refused to go away. He thought about Taehyung, about the boy who had been his first love, his best friend, his everything. And he wondered how he was supposed to move on from this, how he was supposed to pretend that everything was okay.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with him, and he leaned back on the bench, closing his eyes. The night was cool, the air crisp against his skin, and slowly, the tension in his body began to ease. He knew he couldn’t stay here forever, but for now, he just needed to rest, to let the numbness take over.

As he drifted off to sleep, his last thoughts were of Taehyung—of the way his smile used to make Jungkook’s heart race, of the warmth of his hand in his, of the dreams they had once shared. And despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, Jungkook found himself wishing that Taehyung would be happy, even if it wasn’t with him.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

In the silence of the night, Jungkook slept, his dreams haunted by the boy who had stolen his heart, and the love that was never meant to be.