BECOMING MR JEON'S VICIOUS OBSESSION ~
ONLY CONSTANT ~ ⁴
Jungkook was sitting in his room floor ~ He was smelling like alcohol.
The room was suffocatingly dark, the thick black curtains shutting out any trace of sunlight. Silence hung heavy in ~ The air, broken only by the shallow, uneven breathing of jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook ~
*** Slumped against the edge of the bed ***
The floor was littered with empty bottles, their glassy surfaces glinting faintly in the dim light of the rainstorm outside ~ To anyone else, the space would feel oppressive, unbearable ~ But to Jeon Jungkook, it was a sanctuary ~ his punishment and his refuge. For two years, this darkness had been his only constant. Light had no meaning in a life where happiness had long ceased to exist.
Lifting the last bottle to his lips, he tipped it back, the bitter liquid searing down his throat ~ His dark, sunken eyes stared blankly into the void, his hollow emotionless face a shadow of the man he once was ~ The rain pattered against the window, its relentless rhythm matching the ache inside his chest. He was dressed only in sweatpants, his bare skin slick with the damp heat of a room untouched by fresh air.
Sleep was a distant memory. When he closed his eyes, the memories came rushing back-sharp, vivid, merciless ~ The whispers of the past echoed in his ears, taunting him with what he'd lost ~ Alcohol didn't fix the pain, but it dulled it, turned the sharp edges into something he could survive for another night.
Jeon Jungkook ~
I miss you. ** Murmured, with faint voice **
A tear rolled down his cheek, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He was too tired, too broken to care. For a moment, he stared ahead, lost in the familiar fog of grief. Then, his breath hitched, his bloodshot eyes widening in disbelief as he saw someone familiar in the fog.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬. Jennie. His wife. She stood before him, her smile as radiant as he remembered, a light piercing through the oppressive darkness. Her arms were open, beckoning him forward.
Jeon Jennie ~
Jungkook ~ ** whispered with a soft smile **
Jeon Jungkook ~
Jennie..? ** he choked out in her name **
Jeon Jennie ~
*** Smile ***
Jungkook blinked rapidly, afraid thinking she might disappear again. But she didn't. She stayed there, smiling at him. Jungkook Slowly, shakily, rose to his feet, his knees trembling under the weight of his fragile hope.
Jeon Jungkook ~
I knew... I knew you will come back. ** Whispered and voice breaking **
As Jungkook reached toward her. Each step he took felt agonizingly slow ~ the distance between them impossibly vast.
Jeon Jennie ~
*** Tilted her head, her voice like a lullaby ***
Jeon Jennie ~
Jungkook I love you ~ please don't ever leave me again.
Jeon Jungkook ~
I Won't. Never. ** He promised, the words spilling out of him in a frantic rush **
Suddenly jungkook breath hitched, and his pace quickened. He was so close now-just a few steps, and he will feel her warmth ~ hear her laugh ~ see her eyes crinkle with that beautiful smile that used to make everything okay.
Jeon Jungkook ~
*** Stretched out his hand to touch her ***
Jennie look at him the fog start to increase jungkook forward his hands towards Jennie but out of sudden she vanished in the white fog.
Jeon Jungkook ~
Jennie!? ** Shout and stumbled forward, grasping at nothing, his fingers clutching only air **
Jeon Jungkook ~
No... no, no, no. ** Muttered, shaking his head as if denying the truth could rewrite it **
Jungkook collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as his chest heaved with ragged sobs ~ His gaze fell on a half empty bottle lying nearby ~ and with trembling fingers, he grabbed it, draining what little remained in one desperate gulp. But it didn't numb him ~ it never did ~ It only made the void more unbearable.
The bottle slipped from his hand and shattered against the floor ~ Shards of glass scattered, jungkook didn't flinch as some pieces shove into his palm ~ Blood pooled around his hand, warm and sticky ~ but he welcomed the sting. It was a distraction-brief, fleeting, but enough.
Jeon Jungkook ~
I.. I am sorry. sorry. ** Tears flowing down **
The room seemed to grow darker, the weight of his despair pressing down like an unrelenting force ~ Exhaustion pulled at him, but there was no solace in it Only emptiness ~ Jungkook lay there, letting the darkness seep into his veins ~ his broken heart too weak to fight anymore.
Kim Taehyung ~
EOMMA I MISS YOU! ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
Kim Jieun > Taehyung Mom ~
Oh my Tae tae, did you eat your breakfast?
Jieun soft, warm voice came through the phone on speaker.
Kim Taehyung ~
No, eomma, I'm making it now..! (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) ** Replied pouring milk into a bowl of cereal **
Kim Jieun > Taehyung Mom ~
Aish!
Taehyung heard his mother sigh softly on the other eand, making taehyung press his lips together.
Kim Jieun > Taehyung Mom ~
All the best for your interview, my baby. I know you can do this!
Jieun voice carried an encouraging tone that brought a faint smile to taehyung face.
Kim Taehyung ~
Thank you, eomma. ** said gently, his eyes softening **
Kim Taehyung ~
Okay, I have to go now- I'm running late.
Kim Taehyung ~
Bye, love you ~
Kim Jieun > Taehyung Mom ~
Love you too, baby. ** Replied warmly **
Kim Taehyung ~
** Smile **
Then the call disconnected ~ Placing the phone aside, Taehyung dove into his breakfast. the crunch of cereal filling the small room. Once he finished, he rinsed the bowl and headed to his modest wooden cupboard ~ He rifled through it for a presentable outfit, but ended up sighing in frustration when all he found was a plain white shirt and black trousers.
Kim Taehyung ~
The heck my cupboard laughing at me! (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)
After changing quickly, he stood in front of a small, cracked mirror and combed his black hair neatly ~ Though his reflection stared back nervously ~ he offered himself a faint, reassuring smile.
Taehyung come to living room and grab his bag. he checked his documents one last time. and feel satisfied seeing that everything was in order ~ he locked the door behind him and stepped out into the damp, rainy morning.
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