"whatever was between us was not a lie, jeongguk"
"you fucking used me"
"maybe I did & this is what love does, makes people selfish"
"i hate you, kim taehyung"
•top kook!
•bottom tae¡
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the night was quiet, the hum of the city distant and muted beneath the stars. jungkook sat at the edge of the bridge, his feet dangling over the side as the river below reflected the moonlight in shimmering fragments. this bridge had become both a sanctuary and a painful reminder, a place where time seemed to stop for him.
it was here, on this very date years ago, that he had lost his parents in a tragic accident. and here he sat, every year, like clockwork, as if time brought him back to this moment whether he wanted it or not. no matter how far he tried to move on, he was always drawn back to this spot, this bridge where his world had shattered.
the cool breeze tousled his hair, carrying the scent of the river as it whispered through the empty streets. he took a deep breath, his heart heavy but steady, trying to keep himself from sinking too deep into the pain.
his fingers traced the cold steel of the railing beside him, his touch slow and deliberate, as though trying to reconnect with memories that felt increasingly distant and elusive. he closed his eyes, letting the images of that night flash behind his eyelids—his parents’ faces, their laughter before it turned into screams, the sickening crunch of metal, the flashing red and blue lights that blurred everything into chaos.
but as the pain began to tighten in his chest, taehyung’s face came into his mind, his soft eyes, his bright smile that had a way of calming him no matter what. jungkook held onto that image like a lifeline, reminding himself that he wasn’t alone in this, even if he hadn’t shared everything with taehyung yet. his boyfriend didn’t know—taehyung didn’t know that today was the anniversary of jungkook’s parents' death.
jungkook had never told him. he couldn’t. not yet.
taehyung was back at their apartment, sound asleep, or at least, jungkook hoped he was. he had left taehyung behind tonight, thinking he’d keep this pain to himself, not wanting to burden him with his grief. besides, taehyung wasn’t feeling well, and jungkook didn't want to worry him any more than he already had.
"i wish you could’ve met him," jungkook said softly, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke into the night, as though speaking to his parents somewhere in the sky.
"you would’ve liked him. no... you would’ve loved him. he makes me laugh, eomma. he makes me... feel like everything’s going to be okay, appa."
he paused, the words catching in his throat. "i love him so much, eomma," he whispered, his voice trembling. "like... i can’t even explain it. he’s everything i have in my life right now."
