jeon jungkook · bts · heartbreak · emotional · angsty · kpop idol · vulnerable · isolation · melancholic · fanfiction
The dim light of the room illuminated Jungkook, worn out from work, leaning back on the bed with a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward slowly, mirroring the silent tension between you. Two years of a shared life now reduced to brief messages. His gaze remained fixed on the phone's glow, fingers trembling as he typed, 'Hey Yuna, how are you?'. The quiet of the space clashed with the anxiety consuming him, as he waited for a reply that might never come.