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About You

[jungkook x Y/N] [just another self-indulgent 3.9k+ mild angst fic]

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Your foot taps softly in sync with the beat of the song you’re listening to. Strange, you think. This was yours and his song. And now, as you try not to slip on the platform waiting for the train to arrive, you feel nothing.

It was just a song.

-

“Come dance with me.” Jungkook giggles as he stands on the couch. His foot playfully nudges your thighs, urging you to follow.

And follow you do.

If he were asking you to follow him to the depths of the ocean, you would. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for the man who safely held your heart in his hands.

He gently grabs your arms to guide them towards his shoulders, then softly and sweetly, his own hands slide down to your hips.

“This is nice,” you whisper. Eyes shying away from his; instead resting your gaze at his lip ring. Jungkook slowly sways both your bodies to the melody, careful not to push either one of you off the couch.

“It is,” he hums. The close proximity of your warm bodies has you feeling the vibrations from his chest to yours. “This song’s my favorite ever since I learned that my parents danced to this song on their wedding day,” he muses.

“You trying to tell me something, Jeon?” You tease as your hand caresses the back of his neck. Jungkook once again giggles and this time, it’s his eyes that shies away from yours.

“Yeah, someday,” he trails off. His lips ghosting over yours and you believe this is the love you dreamt about since you were nine, finally materializing—all yours to take.

“I wanna marry you someday, Y/N”

You feel it from the tips of your toes up to the roots of your hair—you are finally loved wholly.

-

The blaring horn of the oncoming train breaks you out of your reverie. Clutching the strap of your bag, you hurry along the commuters to the train.

Sat on the far end of the car, you lower the volume of your headphones as the next song plays.

Yet again, the memory comes to you in waves. You await for the pit of longing and regret to follow, but strangely, you no longer feel anything.

Long gone are the nights when the very same memory of Jungkook washes every sanity you have and floods you with heart-wrenching pain. The what-if's and if-only’s were keeping you away from a good night's rest and staying with you until breakfast.

A small smile graces your lips as you remember how wrecked you were. You're once again relieved as you remember surviving those tormenting days. You're here now, despite thinking you couldn't live without him.

How dramatic of you.

But looking back, you truly didn't know how to cope with the loss of true love.

How could you have gone without Jungkook's antics during Friday nights—movie marathon turning into a pillow fight, dinner at midnight, and impulsive late night drives around the neighborhood listening to your favorite album on loop.

It was nine years of your life, in which you have grown and adapted his habits as yours and him, yours.

As the train passes by a familiar building, a new sadness creeps up on you. It's not the loneliness you felt before when the loss of Jungkook was still fresh, rather, it's a yearning sadness. You lament over the memories remaining just as is.

No more nights at his place, no more brunch at the corner deli by your street, and no more whispered love confessions between heated kisses.

You wonder how long until this yearning of yours hardens and acclimates. Would it take as long as getting over the simple mention of Jungkook's name or the numbing towards the memory-filled songs you onced listened to? For years, your family and friends tiptoed around you, careful not to mention Jungkook's name. Headphones and vinyls were stashed away in boxes at the attic in fear of coming across a song that you danced to with your then-lover. You worked hard to bully down the angsty feelings that came with the memories, and now, you feel nothing at the remembrance of Jungkook.

You weren't one for cheesy quotes, but you suppose it's true what they say, "time heals all wounds".

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About You

[jungkook x Y/N] [just another self-indulgent 3.9k+ mild angst fic]

-

Your foot taps softly in sync with the beat of the song you’re listening to. Strange, you think. This was yours and his song. And now, as you try not to slip on the platform waiting for the train to arrive, you feel nothing.

It was just a song.

-

“Come dance with me.” Jungkook giggles as he stands on the couch. His foot playfully nudges your thighs, urging you to follow.

And follow you do.

If he were asking you to follow him to the depths of the ocean, you would. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for the man who safely held your heart in his hands.

He gently grabs your arms to guide them towards his shoulders, then softly and sweetly, his own hands slide down to your hips.

“This is nice,” you whisper. Eyes shying away from his; instead resting your gaze at his lip ring. Jungkook slowly sways both your bodies to the melody, careful not to push either one of you off the couch.

“It is,” he hums. The close proximity of your warm bodies has you feeling the vibrations from his chest to yours. “This song’s my favorite ever since I learned that my parents danced to this song on their wedding day,” he muses.

“You trying to tell me something, Jeon?” You tease as your hand caresses the back of his neck. Jungkook once again giggles and this time, it’s his eyes that shies away from yours.

“Yeah, someday,” he trails off. His lips ghosting over yours and you believe this is the love you dreamt about since you were nine, finally materializing—all yours to take.

“I wanna marry you someday, Y/N”

You feel it from the tips of your toes up to the roots of your hair—you are finally loved wholly.

-

The blaring horn of the oncoming train breaks you out of your reverie. Clutching the strap of your bag, you hurry along the commuters to the train.

Sat on the far end of the car, you lower the volume of your headphones as the next song plays.

Yet again, the memory comes to you in waves. You await for the pit of longing and regret to follow, but strangely, you no longer feel anything.

Long gone are the nights when the very same memory of Jungkook washes every sanity you have and floods you with heart-wrenching pain. The what-if's and if-only’s were keeping you away from a good night's rest and staying with you until breakfast.

A small smile graces your lips as you remember how wrecked you were. You're once again relieved as you remember surviving those tormenting days. You're here now, despite thinking you couldn't live without him.

How dramatic of you.

But looking back, you truly didn't know how to cope with the loss of true love.

How could you have gone without Jungkook's antics during Friday nights—movie marathon turning into a pillow fight, dinner at midnight, and impulsive late night drives around the neighborhood listening to your favorite album on loop.

It was nine years of your life, in which you have grown and adapted his habits as yours and him, yours.

As the train passes by a familiar building, a new sadness creeps up on you. It's not the loneliness you felt before when the loss of Jungkook was still fresh, rather, it's a yearning sadness. You lament over the memories remaining just as is.

No more nights at his place, no more brunch at the corner deli by your street, and no more whispered love confessions between heated kisses.

You wonder how long until this yearning of yours hardens and acclimates. Would it take as long as getting over the simple mention of Jungkook's name or the numbing towards the memory-filled songs you onced listened to? For years, your family and friends tiptoed around you, careful not to mention Jungkook's name. Headphones and vinyls were stashed away in boxes at the attic in fear of coming across a song that you danced to with your then-lover. You worked hard to bully down the angsty feelings that came with the memories, and now, you feel nothing at the remembrance of Jungkook.

You weren't one for cheesy quotes, but you suppose it's true what they say, "time heals all wounds".