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seeing you from afar

The new school day, a new week arrived with the crisp autumn air, and Jungkook found himself standing at the gates of his high school, his heart heavy with anticipation and dread. He had spent the weekend trying to forget the pain of his birthday, trying to move on from the heartache that Taehyung’s rejection had left behind. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the image of Taehyung from his mind, couldn’t erase the feelings that had only grown stronger with time.

He walked through the crowded hallways, his eyes scanning the familiar faces of his classmates, but his heart wasn’t in it. He knew who he was really looking for—Taehyung. Even after everything, he couldn’t stop himself from seeking him out, couldn’t stop the hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be different now.

But when he finally saw Taehyung, his heart sank. Taehyung was walking down the hall with Jimin, their hands intertwined, their faces lit up with laughter. They looked so happy together, so in love, and it was like a punch to Jungkook’s gut. He stopped in his tracks, unable to tear his eyes away from them, the pain in his chest flaring up like an old wound being ripped open.

Did it hurt? Yes, more than anything. Seeing them together, so close, so intimate, made his heart ache in ways he didn’t think were possible. Every glance they shared, every touch, felt like a knife twisting deeper into his heart. He had always known that Taehyung was with someone else, but seeing it with his own eyes was a different kind of pain. It made it real, made it impossible to ignore.

But despite the hurt, despite the way his chest tightened with every step they took together, Jungkook couldn’t stop his feelings. They had only grown deeper, more intense, with each passing day. No matter how much he tried to push them down, to bury them beneath the pain, they refused to fade. Taehyung was everywhere—in his thoughts, in his dreams, in the very air he breathed.

Jungkook’s feelings for Taehyung were like a flame, burning bright and hot, consuming him from the inside out. It didn’t matter that Taehyung was with Jimin, didn’t matter that he had been rejected. His love for Taehyung was something he couldn’t control, couldn’t turn off. It was a part of him, as essential as the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins.

As the days passed, Jungkook watched Taehyung and Jimin from afar, unable to tear his eyes away. He saw the way Taehyung smiled at Jimin, the way his eyes sparkled when he was with him, and it hurt. But at the same time, it only made Jungkook’s feelings stronger. He couldn’t help it—he loved Taehyung, even if that love was unrequited, even if it meant watching him be happy with someone else.

Jungkook tried to focus on his studies, tried to distract himself with his friends, with extracurricular activities, but nothing worked. Every time he saw Taehyung and Jimin together, it was like a fresh wave of pain washed over him, but it also reminded him of why he had fallen in love with Taehyung in the first place. Taehyung was kind, gentle, funny, and so full of life. He was everything Jungkook had ever wanted, everything he had ever dreamed of.

But as much as it hurt, Jungkook refused to let go of his feelings. He refused to let the pain define him, to let it crush the love he held so dear. He knew he would always love Taehyung, no matter what. And even if Taehyung never loved him back, even if he was never more than just a friend, Jungkook was determined to cherish the feelings he had, to hold onto them as long as he could.

So he watched, he waited, he loved. Quietly, from the shadows, he kept his feelings close, kept them safe, even as they grew deeper and deeper with each passing day. He didn’t know what the future held, didn’t know if he would ever get over Taehyung, but for now, he was content to just love him from afar, to be there for him in whatever way he could.

Because for Jungkook, loving Taehyung was as natural as breathing, as necessary as life itself. And no amount of heartache could ever change that.Jungkook thought he could handle it. He thought he could bury his feelings deep enough that they wouldn’t surface, that he could continue to be the supportive best friend Taehyung needed. But it was getting harder with each passing day, especially when Taehyung continued to act as if nothing had changed between them.

Taehyung was still the same—cuddly, clingy, playful. He would drape himself over Jungkook's shoulders, ruffle his hair, and tease him with that mischievous grin that used to make Jungkook's heart flutter with joy. But now, that same grin only deepened the ache in his chest. It was torture, really—having Taehyung so close, feeling the warmth of his touch, hearing the softness in his voice, knowing that none of it was meant for him.

Every time Taehyung called him "Koo," every time he pulled Jungkook into one of his bear hugs, Jungkook felt like he was being torn in two. He wanted to push Taehyung away, to scream that it hurt too much, but he couldn’t. Instead, he forced a smile, returned the hugs, and laughed at Taehyung's jokes, all while his heart was breaking inside.

Jungkook was losing himself in the process. The boy who had once been so full of life, so full of energy and laughter, was slowly fading away. He had always been the one to bring light into a room, the one whose bunny smile could brighten even the darkest of days. But now, that smile was just a mask, something he put on to hide the pain that was eating him alive.

At school, he would watch Taehyung and Jimin together, their easy affection, the way they seemed to fit perfectly with each other, and he would feel the sting of jealousy, sharp and bitter. But it wasn’t just jealousy—it was the feeling of being left behind, of being replaced. Taehyung had found someone else to share his secrets with, someone else to hold close, and no matter how much Jungkook tried to tell himself that he should be happy for them, it was a bitter pill to swallow.

And when Taehyung was with him, it hurt even more. Taehyung still leaned on him, still relied on him for comfort, still sought him out whenever he needed to talk or just be silly. But to Jungkook, it all felt hollow, like he was just a stand-in, a placeholder until Taehyung could be with the person he really wanted.

Jungkook tried to keep up the act, to be the perfect friend, but it was exhausting. Every smile, every laugh, every word felt forced, like he was playing a role that no longer fit him. He was tired—tired of pretending, tired of hiding, tired of feeling like he was slowly falling apart.

There were moments when he would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering how much longer he could keep this up. The pain was becoming too much to bear, and he didn’t know how to make it stop. He didn’t know how to let go of Taehyung, how to stop loving him when his feelings only seemed to grow stronger every day.

He missed the way things used to be, when he could be with Taehyung without feeling like he was breaking inside. He missed the simplicity of their friendship, before everything got so complicated, before he had realized just how much Taehyung meant to him. But there was no going back now. The damage had been done, and all Jungkook could do was keep moving forward, even though every step felt like it was dragging him deeper into the darkness.

Slowly, Jungkook was beginning to crack under the pressure. The mask he wore was starting to slip, the smiles coming less easily, the laughter sounding more forced. He was so tired—tired of pretending, tired of hurting, tired of loving someone who would never love him back. But he couldn’t stop. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how tired he got, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away from Taehyung. He couldn’t stop loving him, even if it was destroying him in the process.

And so, he continued to play the part, continued to be the best friend, continued to smile and laugh and pretend that everything was okay. But deep down, Jungkook knew that he was losing himself, piece by piece, and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep it up before there was nothing left of him at all.

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