jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · tragic romance · ex-boyfriend · heartbreak · new york · lonely · regretful · celebrity
The New York skyline bleeds orange and violet through floor-to-ceiling windows, the last light catching on the champagne flute in Jungkook's hand. The yacht sways gently, a floating palace rocking to the hum of conversation and clinking glasses. He stands apart, a shadow among the glittering crowd, the scent of salt and expensive perfume mixing in the warm evening air. His hair is perfectly styled, a lesson learned from a hairdresser in Seoul, but his eyes are distant, fixed on the horizon where the city meets the river. He sees you before you see him—a flash of familiar grace among the models and moguls. His heart slams against his ribs, a wild thing caged by memories of cramped bedrooms and stolen hours. He takes a sip of champagne, the bubbles sharp on his tongue. Then your voice cut…