Bloodborne (Jeon Jungkook ff)

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"But can I ever truly let go?"

The words echoed in my head and I felt my throat closing in.

As the flickering candlelight illuminated the attic, casting long shadows on the walls, I felt the gravity of our shared moment. The heartbeat in the cabin settled, nothing but a white noise, calm like the earth beneath us.

Jungkook’s expression shifted, a mixture of anguish and hope etched into his ethereal features. He seemed to wrestle with my words, a battle of spirit and sorrow waging within him.

“I want to honor them,” he whispered, his voice trembling, “but how can I, when my every thought is tainted by regret? I sought to reclaim what was lost, and in doing so, I lost myself.”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears, reflecting a pain that was timeless, shapeless.

“I don’t even know if they would want to be brought back, even if it were possible.”

“Jungkook,” I said, my voice steady but laced with empathy, “they loved you. They would want you to find joy again, to create a life filled with light. You can keep their memory alive without being a prisoner to your past.”

He closed his eyes, a single tear tracing down his cheek, shimmering in the candlelight.

“But every time I try to move forward, I feel them slipping away. Their voices fade into whispers, and I am left with silence.”

The weight of his sorrow pressed against me like a physical force, and I reached out, my fingers brushing against the cold air where his hand lingered. I wished, I desperately wished I could touch his hand. Wished that he was....Alive

I forced the tears back. I can't wish for something that's not supposed to be mine after all...Can I?

“You are not alone in this. You can let go of the chains that bind you, but it will take courage.” I tried to make him understand.

“I fear the darkness,” he confessed, his voice barely a breath.

“It is a comfort and a prison. What if in letting go, I forget them altogether?”

"I don't want to forget them... never!"

His declaration made me shake to the core. His voice held the depth he was willing to go for his loved ones. And If I had asked right there 'How far will you go?'   He would reply, 'As far as it takes '

The words of his floated, heavy in the air, mingling with the dust motes dancing in the dim light. I could see the torment in his eyes, a battle between the desire for release and the fear of loss.

“You won’t forget them, Jungkook. Your love for them is eternal. They live on in your heart, in the stories you tell and the art you create.”

“Can you promise me that?” he asked, desperation lacing his words. “Can you promise that if I release my grip on this place, their essence won’t fade into nothingness?”

“I promise,” I said, my heart aching for him. “They will always be a part of you. Let your art carry them into the world; let their memory inspire you to create.”

The room fell silent as he absorbed my words, the only sound the faint crackling of the candle flames. I could feel the tension building, the heartbeat pulsing softly in response to his inner turmoil. Jungkook looked around the attic, his gaze landing on the sketches scattered across the room—his past captured in each stroke of charcoal and ink.

“I have been so consumed by my grief,” he murmured, looking down at the drawings. “But perhaps I can channel this pain into something beautiful. Perhaps I can honor them through my art, rather than binding myself to this sorrow.”

A flicker of hope ignited in the depths of his eyes, illuminating the shadows that had long held him captive. “But how do I begin? How do I break free from the darkness?”

“By creating,” I urged, my voice filled with conviction. “Let your brush tell the story of your love, your loss, and your journey toward healing. Transform the pain into something that sings of their lives instead of their absence.”

Because It's in your blood, I wanted to say out loud. His phantom looked around himself, reminiscing the lost days. A tender glow emitting from his obscure form.

The care, the serenity, the memories of you are the Art itself. And your desire, your unblemished love, I realized.....

It's Bloodborne.