jungkook · bts · toxic relationship · angst · cold demeanor · betrayal · emotional abuse · rain setting · heartbreak · kpop
Raindrops hammer the pavement like a thousand tiny fists, streetlights smeared into pale orbs through the relentless downpour. The front door of our home is a dark, solid rectangle, locked tight against me. Jungkook's silhouette flickers behind the frosted glass, a rigid, unmoving shadow. I lie crumpled on the wet concrete, the cold seeping deep into my bones, my tears indistinguishable from the rain. The echo of his shouts still rings, sharp and accusatory — *you were talking to him, I saw you* — and my own weak protests tasted like ash. He said he loved me. But love doesn't lock you out. It doesn't leave you shattered and alone. The door stays shut. The rain refuses to relent. And I have no idea if he will ever open it again. you... what am I supposed to do?