Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Three

A memory hits a certain younger ones head, as he lays on the rooftop of his empty home, staring up at the stars.

Memories that brings nothing but agony to his withering heart. A memory of a loved one who once laid in this very spot, right beside him, as they held hands and whispered words of that could only be said to each other.

Jungkook always knew, deep down in his heart that Jimin wouldn't be his for very long. Yet he was desperate for the love of a certain boy who didn't have much to offer but his own heart. Literally.

And the very thought pains him, tangles him up, and squeezes his very being like a shadow of depression.

Taking his own hand, he clenched it around above where his heart lay, a tear trickling down his cheek, and hitting the tiles of the rooftop.

—

"Will you leave me?" A sweet voiced laced with concern asked quietly. His bottom lip trembled as tears pooled his chocolate brown eyes.

He stared desperately at the other, intentionally squeezing the others hand as he silently wept.

Yet the other, the younger, just laid there, a heaviness in his heart as he stared intently at the stars above him. He admired the way the stars shone so brightly in the dead of night, how the stars and the moon became your flashlight for the nightly hours.

Jimin was his flashlight, his star, his moon.

Though sometimes Jungkook felt like the stars, a thousand years already gone. Ready to erupt, a ticking time bomb.

He gently squeezed the smaller hand, taking the initiative to lace their fingers together, while bringing their interlocked hands to his lips. He kissed the smaller ones fingers gently, his lips barely touching the surface, like a whisper to the skin.

"I'll try not to." And Jungkook couldn't help the crack that managed its way up his throat. He tried to be strong, for the other. He knew how much he was hurting, how much himself was hurting Jimin. Yet Jungkook was selfish, and he couldn't let him go.

Jimin was his cure, while in the process he felt as though he was a disease to the other. He was destroying him with his love.

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Clenching above his chest, where his heart lay, a sob made it's way out of Jungkooks throat.

He was suffocating.

The feeling of barely being able to breathe , taking whole of his very being.

"Why'd you have to leave me instead?"

He cried out to the stars above him, the view now only feeling sickening and sinister.

"Take your heart back, I don't want it. if your not going to be here anymore...
I don't want it. "