The morning sun gently illuminated the room as you awoke, casting a warm glow over the space. You turned to look at Jungkook, the man you loved, peacefully asleep beside you. As you studied his serene face, memories of your time together flooded your mind, and your eyes began to well up.
Your hand reached out to softly caress his cheek, your touch tender and filled with unspoken emotion.
Y/n- Why, Jungkook? Why is this happening?
Your voice was barely a whisper, laden with a mixture of confusion and heartache.
Y/n- I don't understand what's going on.
Y/n- It feels like everything is slipping away.
You let out a heavy sigh, trying to process the overwhelming emotions.
Y/n- When you mentioned postponing the divorce, I was overjoyed. It felt like the happiest moment of my life.
Y/n- I miss you so much. Even though you're here with me, there's this palpable distance between us that I can't ignore. I don't know why this is happening, and I can't bear it because—
You paused, gathering your strength.
Y/n- I love you.
A single tear slipped down your cheek, and you wiped it away with a trembling hand.
Y/n- I hope one day I'll find the courage to tell you this while you're awake.
With a final, lingering glance at Jungkook, you quietly slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
As the bathroom door closed behind you, Jungkook's eyes slowly opened. He had heard every word you spoke and felt the weight of your heartfelt confession.
He sat up, tears welling in his eyes, and let them flow freely.
Deep down, Jungkook knew he was causing all this pain unwillingly. He had struggled to find the right moment to reveal the truth and explain the chaos he'd created. Hearing your heartfelt confession only deepened his regret. His heart ached as he grappled with the enormity of the situation and the realization of his own mistakes.
He sat there, lost in thought, his emotions still raw. The bathroom door creaked open, and you emerged, drying your hair with a towel. Jungkook quickly wiped his tears, but you caught the fleeting glimpse of his distress.
You stopped in your tracks as your eyes met his. Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile.
Y/n- Good morning.
For a moment, Jungkook didn't respond. He simply nodded, his gaze avoiding yours.
You felt a pang of hurt. Normally, his response would have been warm and affectionate, a smile accompanying his greeting. Instead, his curt nod and lack of eye contact only deepened the ache in your heart.
You sighed softly as you moved to the vanity, beginning your morning routine. Jungkook quietly slipped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel without a word. His silence and the lack of any acknowledgment stung, but you chose to focus on your tasks, trying to keep your emotions in check as you continued with your routine.
Jungkook stormed into the bathroom, throwing the towel onto the floor in frustration. He overturned bottles, the clatter of plastic hitting tile echoing through the room as he cried uncontrollably. The noise reached you, and panic surged through you.
You rushed to the door, knocking urgently.
Y/n- Jungkook, what's wrong?
No response came.
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Rivalry (A Jungkook Fanfic) ✔️
Fanfiction"We had our own plans, but fate had its own for us. Now, here we are, finding solace in each other's embrace, where we were always meant to be." For generations, two families have been locked in a bitter rivalry, their conflict shaping every aspect...
