Our Song (BTS Jungkook X Rapmonster fanfic)

Constellations

Wow, guys I've just realized how far this fanfic has gone from just the little prompt in my head..Thank you guys SO SO SO SO much for all the support you've given me along the way and for sticking around even with my slow updates. I hope I meet your standards as I begin to wrap up this story, and don't worry. I plan on a sequel that will hopefully be better than this one?? Idk Im bad at this so lets get on with the show!

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"You know that this could go two ways.." Suga said looking his friend with a serious gaze "Worst Case Scenario, you break his heart into even more pieces, he never speaks to you ever again, and you lose any chance you had with him on this gamble..are you SURE you want to go through with this?"

Rapmonster ran is hands through his hair, obviously distressed "I Know!" he screamed in frustration "I know...I get it...but what choice do I have Yoongi?! I can't..." he took a deep breath "I can't loose him again. Not like this.." He put his hand on the older's shoulder for support, legs weak from the harsh truth that rushed like a waterfall from his chest. "I love him too much.."

The fellow rapper patted him on the back sympathetically "Nam,.." he said calmly "Whatever happens promise me that you'll accept the outcome...Please." Yoongi hated seeing his friend being torn apart in front of him like this. It hurt him almost as much. But if things really did go south with this plan..then he needed something to hold on too with his best friend. "Don't let this tear you to the point of no return, just be strong for him. OK?"

Namjoon looked at him and forced his voice to steady "I..don't know if I can promise you that, hyung, but I can promise this.." he looked the older straight in the eyes and confidently "I'll keep fighting for us until the very end."

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  Jungkook was exhausted. He had spent nearly the whole day practicing in the dance studio, routine after routine nonstop. Jimin and V had left around an hour earlier, claiming that 'the screen at home was calling to them'.

"Don't push yourself too hard, Jungkook-ah" Jimin had said to him, just as he closed the studio doors behind him. "There is still so much more to do before tomorrow."

The Maknae slumped down against the mirror wall with a huge sigh. A part of him really wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay; that there was something to look forward to the next day. But it was just so, so damn hard to believe with all the thoughts swirling around in his head. It wasn't even just his voice he was concerned about, or Namjoon, or even Bangtan for that matter. He was scared for himself. Scared about what he was going to do with himself now that he had come to terms with it all.

He found his towel hung over the wooden railing and threw it over his shoulder. Sweat clung to his shirt causing the fabric to stick to him like skin. The tired dancer pulled himself off the ground and walked out of the dance studio, his mind still deep in thought. His plan was to just lock up like normal and head home like he sometimes had weeks before. That was, until he hears a very familiar piano tune ring out from the room across the hall.

"No.." he thought in a mixture of disbelief and hope "I..it can't be..could it?" Jungkook picked up his pace from his normal walk into an almost desperate run towards the door. When he neared the end, he nearly flung the entrance open almost immediately. This didn't create any noise, but the youngest would be lying if he said he was happy it didn't. Because he wanted..no needed the person in front of him to turn around so that he could be sure it wasn't some twisted dream. He needed to know its was Namjoon with his back turned to him, hands gliding over the piano as he played the introduction to a song he knew all too well.