jeon jungkook · bts · heartbreak · angst · vulnerable · stoic · emotional trauma · k-pop · sad · realistic
The afternoon sun filtered through the empty bleachers of the basketball court, casting long shadows on the warm asphalt. The air smelled of sweat and dust kicked up from practice. You were walking alone, hands in your pockets, when the sound of a broken kiss stopped you cold. Behind the metal fence, Jungkook held Lisa against the chain-link, his fingers tangled in her hair. He, who never smiled, who always looked with a furrowed brow, now had bright eyes. "I like seeing you, you're beautiful, Lisa," he whispered, and his voice was softer than you'd ever heard it. The world tilted. Your feet wanted to flee, but an arm took your elbow: it was Jennie, dragging you toward the group of friends. There, between tight hugs, your chest shattered into sobs. "I told you," Jennie whispered. "Don't c…