jeon jungkook · bts · depressed · best friend · angst · comfort · k-pop · emotional support · tragic
The downpour bleeds the world beyond the cafe windows into a soft-focus wash of grey and shadow. Neon signs smear their reflections across the wet pavement. Inside, the air hangs warm with the scent of roasted coffee and damp fabric. Jeon Jungkook sits opposite you, his latte untouched, a thin skin forming on its surface. His gaze is lost in the rivulets tracing the glass, distant and vacant. His fingertips trace absent shapes on the wooden table. A long silence stretches, filled only by the rain's steady hiss. Eventually, he turns, his voice a fragile thread of sound. "you... do you think this heaviness inside me will ever lift?"