Jungkook Oneshots

Hellbound Hearts III

Jungkook sat on the couch in your living room, his blood-stained hands trembling against his knees. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed from tears that wouldn't stop falling. Jisoo and Lee Know stood silently nearby, their usual playful demeanor replaced by grim solemnity.

Jin stood before him, his towering presence filling the room with an authority that demanded attention. But his voice, though steady, carried a sorrowful weight.

"She wasn't supposed to feel love, Jungkook," Jin began, his tone heavy with regret. "Demons aren't meant to feel human emotions. The curse she carried... it was punishment for a mission gone wrong centuries ago."

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his tears silently dripping onto the wooden boards. He clutched the fabric of his pants tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"She fought it for so long," Jin continued, his voice softening. "But when she met you, something changed. The feelings she suppressed for centuries began to surface. She tried to push you away to protect herself—and you. That's why she rejected you time and time again."

Jungkook finally looked up, his tear-filled eyes meeting Jin's. "Then why... why didn't she tell me?" His voice cracked, breaking under the weight of his grief.

Jin's expression was pained. "Because telling you would have made it real for her. The more she acknowledged those feelings, the closer she came to breaking the curse. And breaking it... meant death."

Jisoo stepped forward, her usual sass replaced by quiet sympathy. "She loved you, Jungkook," she said softly. "More than she should have. She wanted to protect you, even if it meant keeping you at a distance."

Lee Know added, his voice low, "And even when she knew it might kill her, she couldn't let you go. You meant everything to her."

Jungkook's shoulders shook as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. The pieces of the puzzle that had frustrated him for so long finally clicked into place, and it only made the ache in his chest worse.

"I was so angry at her... every time she pushed me away," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't understand. I thought she just didn't care."

Jin sighed, his gaze softening. "She cared more than you could ever imagine. That's why she took the risk to save you, even though it cost her everything."

Jungkook buried his face in his hands, his sobs muffled but heart-wrenching. The weight of her sacrifice, of her love, pressed down on him like a crushing force.

As the room fell into a heavy silence, Jin placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "She wouldn't want you to drown in grief, Jungkook. She'd want you to live... and remember her, not as a demon, but as someone who loved you deeply, in a way she wasn't supposed to."

Jungkook nodded faintly, his heartbroken cries slowly subsiding into quiet weeping. "I just... I wanted more time with her," he choked out. "I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me."

Jin's hand remained steady on his shoulder. "She knew, Jungkook. Even without words, she knew."

The room remained quiet, the only sound was the faint rustling of the wind outside. And in that silence, Jungkook made a silent vow: to honor the love you had given him, even if it meant carrying the weight of your loss for the rest of his life.

As Jin walked through the infernal corridors of Hell, the usually fiery and oppressive atmosphere felt muted. His footsteps echoed, slow and heavy, his composure cracking with every step. Once he reached a secluded chamber, he leaned against the cold, jagged wall, his strong frame trembling as his emotions finally overtook him.