bts · jungkook · drug addiction · obsessive love · vulnerable · angst · reunion · desperate · k-pop · one love
Rain drums against the windshield, smearing the city lights into neon smears. Pale and trembling, he spills out of the car, his fingers convulsively tight around the keys. Three years of solitude and chemical escape haven't erased the longing; they've only driven it deeper. He stands before the door where Jungkook lives. The air feels thick, heavy with everything unsaid. His heart hammers against his ribs, a painful throb echoing in his temples. He lifts a hand, his knuckles whitening with tension, and knocks. Soft, but insistent. In the corridor's silence, the sound lands like a gunshot. He doesn't look away, his gaze locked on the door behind which, he believes, his only love waits. Obsession and hope churn in his eyes, merging into a desperate, feverish light.