I’m not strong without you…
The moment the live ended, the lights dimmed, the cheers faded into silence, and the staff slowly returned to their work… Jungkook walked out of the studio wordlessly.
Not a glance.
Not a word.
Just his quiet footsteps down the hallway.
Back into his office.
Back into the loneliness.
He shut the door behind him with a soft click.
And the silence welcomed him back like an old friend.
Jungkook sank into his chair, the weight of a thousand emotions collapsing on his chest. Slowly, with trembling fingers, he opened his laptop. The screen flickered to life.
Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung young, full of laughter, arms thrown around each other like the world couldn’t touch them. Taken in high school. Their smiles were bright, their eyes shining. There was no pain in that photo. No distance. No heartbreak.
A single tear escaped the corner of his eye, sliding silently down his cheek.
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“How many times do I have to suffer like this, Tae…?” he whispered, voice breaking, almost too soft to hear.
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“How many nights do I cry with no one beside me?”
He closed his eyes, pressing his palm to the screen, where Taehyung’s face smiled back at him.
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“Do you even think about me, Tae?”
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“Do you ever wonder… what my life has become without you?”
But he wiped them away roughly, jaw clenched, trying to pull himself back together.
He turned toward the window, staring out at the city skyline. The lights, the movement, the noise it all felt distant. Like he didn’t belong in that world anymore.
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“This life…” he whispered, “is hell without you.”
His hands curled into fists on the armrests of the chair.
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“But I’m done hiding. I’m ready now… to fight the world for you.”
He took a deep breath, pain tightening his chest.
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“But where are you, my love?”
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“Twelve years… Twelve fucking years…”
The words hung in the air like smoke bitter, suffocating.
Jungkook stood slowly from his chair. His legs felt heavy, like they were carrying the weight of all the years he’d lost.
He didn’t say anything to the staff outside.
Didn’t inform his manager.
Didn’t call his driver.
He just walked out.
Let them wonder.
The night air was cool, brushing against his skin as he drove alone through the sleeping city. Headlights cut through the darkness. Neon signs blurred past. But Jungkook’s eyes stayed locked ahead, unreadable.
Eventually, he reached the place that once held all his dreams.
His penthouse.
His home.
Their home
He stepped inside quietly, almost like he was entering a sacred space. The heavy door clicked shut behind him.
But this silence was different.
It was filled with memories.
The moment the lights turned on, his heart clenched.
Taehyung’s face looked back at him from every corner.
Framed photographs lined the walls. Laughing. Smiling. Glimpses of a past too beautiful to forget. Polaroids pinned to corkboards. A hand-drawn sketch of them from their school days. Notes. Ticket stubs. A photo strip from an old photo booth.
Taehyung was everywhere.
This place wasn't just a house.
It was a shrine.
A graveyard of all the moments they were supposed to live together.
Jungkook walked through the rooms in silence, his fingers trailing over the edges of the photos, the couch they once dreamed of sharing, the balcony where they once talked about stars and forever.
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“I bought this place for us…” he whispered, voice cracking. “It was meant to be our beginning…”
But it became his prison.
He sat down on the couch his favorite picture of Taehyung resting in a frame on the coffee table.
The same photo he looked at every night before he fell asleep, begging for dreams that might bring Taehyung’s face back for just a little while.
He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling, eyes filling with tears once again.
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“Please, Tae… wherever you are… please come back to me.”
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“I’m not strong without you…”
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2025-08-04
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