Jungkook Hurtfics / BTS

Born to die: a love story (happy ending)

(I also wanted to do a happy ending for y'all) 

The days turned into months, and Jungkook found himself going through the motions, a hollow version of the person he'd once been. The ache hadn't faded; if anything, it had grown sharper, more insistent, until it was all he could feel. He was tired of pretending, tired of the weight pressing down on him. Fame had given him everything and taken everything, but as he sat alone in his quiet apartment, he realized he couldn't let it take Jiwon, too.

For too long, he'd convinced himself that he was protecting Jiwon by walking away, that he was shielding him from a life of scrutiny and constant demands. But each night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, he realized he'd been wrong. He wasn't protecting Jiwon; he was protecting himself from the fear of being vulnerable, from risking everything for love.

One night, with a clarity he hadn't felt in a long time, Jungkook grabbed his jacket and keys, barely giving himself time to think. He made his way to Jiwon's apartment, rehearsing what he would say, his heart pounding with every step. The journey felt like forever, yet it felt right, like something he should have done long ago.

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When he reached Jiwon's door, he hesitated, nerves freezing him in place. But then the door opened, and there stood Jiwon, looking just as startled to see him as Jungkook felt to be there. They stood in silence, the weight of their last conversation hanging between them.

"Jungkook..." Jiwon finally spoke, his voice soft, tentative, but filled with a mixture of hope and caution.

Jungkook took a deep breath, gathering every piece of courage he had. "Jiwon, I was wrong. I thought I was protecting you, that staying away was what you needed. But I can't do this without you. I don't want to."

Jiwon's expression softened, and for the first time in months, Jungkook felt a spark of warmth flood his chest. Jiwon stepped back, letting him in, and Jungkook entered, closing the door behind him. They stood in the small entryway, a familiar silence wrapping around them, a silence that felt like coming home.

"I never wanted you to leave," Jiwon said, his voice breaking slightly, as if he were holding back years of unspoken words.

Jungkook nodded, his own throat tight with emotion. "I was scared," he admitted, feeling the weight of his own confession. "I was scared of what it meant to love you, to ask you to live this life with me. I didn't want you to be hurt by it."

Jiwon moved closer, his gaze steady, unwavering. "Hurt is a part of life, Jungkook. And so is love. I'd rather have a complicated, imperfect love with you than a life without you. I knew the risks when I fell for you. But that was my choice."

Hearing those words felt like a balm to Jungkook's soul, healing wounds he didn't know he carried. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Every day, I missed you. And I can't keep running from this."

Jiwon reached out, his fingers brushing Jungkook's cheek, gentle and reassuring. "Then don't."

Their words lingered, softening the tension that had kept them apart for so long. And as they stood there, Jungkook felt a sense of peace settle over him, a peace he hadn't felt in years.

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In the days that followed, they began to rebuild, slowly and carefully. Jungkook no longer hid, no longer buried his feelings in silence and fear. He let Jiwon see every part of him, the insecurities, the doubts, and, more than anything, the love he'd kept hidden for so long. And Jiwon gave him the same in return, meeting him where he was, accepting every part of him.

They were careful, moving with caution in the public eye, but Jungkook stopped feeling the need to hide. He wore his happiness openly, a quiet contentment that showed in the way he moved, in the way he sang, in the way he looked at Jiwon. His fans noticed, his friends noticed, and for the first time, Jungkook didn't feel the pressure to explain himself. He was simply happy, and that was enough.

They shared moments that felt private, safe—nights spent on Jiwon's rooftop, wrapped in blankets, watching the stars. They would talk about everything and nothing, their words weaving a tapestry of dreams they now dared to imagine together.

And in those quiet, stolen moments, Jungkook felt like he'd found something he'd been searching for all his life. He no longer felt divided between two worlds, between love and duty. He'd found a way to live fully, to hold onto his dreams while embracing a love he no longer had to hide.

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Months turned into a year, and in that time, Jungkook grew in ways he hadn't thought possible. He learned to balance, to protect what mattered without sacrificing who he was. The spotlight was still there, but it didn't feel as heavy anymore. He shared his happiness with the world in subtle ways—a smile here, a small mention there. And when people asked about the lightness they saw in him, he would just smile, knowing that some things were meant to be kept close, like a quiet secret shared only between him and Jiwon.

The song *Born to Die* still held meaning, but it no longer felt like a prophecy of sadness and longing. Instead, it became a reminder of everything he'd overcome, of the struggles he and Jiwon had faced and conquered together. He realized that he hadn't been born to die under the weight of fame or loneliness. He was born to live, to love deeply, even in the face of hardship, even when the world tried to tear him down.

One night, as they lay under the stars on Jiwon's rooftop, Jiwon turned to him, eyes bright with warmth.

"Are you happy, Jungkook?" he asked, his voice filled with a quiet understanding.

Jungkook smiled, feeling the truth settle warmly in his chest. "I am," he replied. "I finally am."

And in that moment, with the city below and the stars above, Jungkook felt complete. He had his music, his dreams, his fans, and, most importantly, he had Jiwon—the one person who knew him fully and loved him anyway.

The world would keep turning, the lights would continue to shine, and the songs would play on. But for Jungkook, his heart had finally found its rhythm, its true home, in a love that refused to be silenced. And as long as he had that, he knew he could face anything.

They lay there, side by side, their hands intertwined, and for the first time, Jungkook felt whole, knowing that his love and his dreams could coexist. Because he hadn't been born just to die in the shadows of fame; he'd been born to live, to love, and to find peace with the person who understood him best.

And in that, he found his happy ending.