BTS Oneshots

Let me fix you

{Jungkook x Yoongi}
{Angst, Jungkook POV}
{Words: 522}

I'm a fixer. He's a breaker. Fixers fix and breakers break. You don't have to be a genius to figure that one out. Although the breakers are doing a much better job at breaking than fixers do at fixing, it seems.
I call myself a fixer even though i've never successfully managed to fix. Not entirely. Not lasting. At least that's what i think. I've been successfully broken many times, however.
You might think it unfair. Sometimes, i think so too. Sometimes, i think it would be easier to be a breaker than a fixer. It seems so effortless, though i know it's not. I think it's harder to not want to be fixed than wanting to fix someone. I think it's harder to hurt than to give. Giving isn't easy either, especially not while you're being hurt in the process. I just want to keep it all to myself sometimes. Or at least give to people who give back. But fixers don't fix things that aren't broken. We somehow keep going for that one spark of hope that deep down, we could give them what they deserve. They're not bad, they're just damaged. And somehow i can't help but wanting to glue the pieces together, sew the shreds to make a whole.
Breakers love to break fixers, though. But that's only because they're scared of being fixed. And fixers are persistent. Usually, people just give up. They don't bother when you're a bother. They lose interest when you lack life. They forego to dig deeper when the surface doesn't bare gold. But i know what treasures you can find if you just keep going. Most of them even forget they have a treasure inside of them after people just keep leaving it there to waste away.
He's just like that. And man, it hurts. But that's what they do, they make you feel pain so you would leave, just like everyone else. Because that's what they know and it's easy. Except it's not.
It's not when there's someone who stays. It's not when that someone makes them feel things they both want to feel and don't want to feel. They want you to stay but then push you away.
They toss you to the side, make you feel unimportant, try to make you leave, make you believe they don't need you. They flock with their kind, searching for other breakers to hurt each other. And you can just stand by and watch as they make cracks in the fragments you pieced together and be ready when they need glue again.
But there are these moments. These moments of light in their eyes, sparkling with life and happiness. Those genuine, untroubled smiles. And you know you did that. And you know you healed them, even if it's just a fraction, a small crack you managed to glue up again.
I'm a fixer, he's a breaker. But i hope, one day, breakers fix and fixers break. I hope that one day, he can glue my pieces back together.
And i can break down his walls.