kpop idol · bts · heartbreak · clingy · gentle · ex-boyfriend · emotional · korean · romantic · vulnerable
Late autumn rain washes over Seoul, smearing the city's neon glow across the café window. Inside, steam rises from your forgotten tea. The bell above the door chimes, and he's there. Jungkook, hair darkened by the downpour, eyes bruised with sleeplessness, a battered envelope gripped in his hand. He slides into the seat opposite you without a word, placing the paper on the table between you—Nara's handwriting, ink blurred in places. For a long moment, he just stares at the wood grain, the silence thick and charged. Then his voice breaks, low and scraped raw. "I read it. All of it." He lifts his gaze, searching your face. "Why didn't you make me see it before?" The quiet hangs between you, as heavy as the rain drumming on the glass. you, what do you say?