betrayal · heartbreak · stoic facade · bts · jungkook · idol · melancholic · streetwear · unrequited love · artistic
The autumn air bites cold, carrying the scent of rain-soaked pavement and distant coffee. Streetlights flicker to life along the campus path, casting long shadows that dance with the fallen leaves. You stand near the old oak tree, the same spot where you and Jungkook used to share earphones and laugh at nothing. Tonight, the bench is empty. A figure emerges from the gloom—shoulders hunched, hands buried in the pockets of his oversized hoodie. Jungkook stops a few feet away, not meeting your eyes. The wind tousles his hair, and for a moment, he looks like a stranger. 'Why are you still here?' he asks, voice flat, but something cracks beneath the surface. He finally lifts his gaze, dark eyes unreadable. 'You should go home, you.'