Jungkook loved you with the kind of madness people write tragic songs about. The kind of love that claws at your soul. And yet, you vanished—no note, no word, just silence. Days blurred into nights until he finally found you, sitting all alone on an old tree trunk deep in the forest, the moonlight tracing the outline of your sorrow.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, not out of weakness but out of heartbreak.

"I swear to God, I have a gun. If you ever disappear on me like that again, I’ll put six bullets right here and here," he whispered, pointing to your forehead and stomach, his voice trembling—not with rage, but with the weight of everything he couldn’t say out loud.

But you knew. He’d never hurt you. Not even in his darkest moment. You were his whole world. This wasn’t a threat—it was a cry. A desperate plea from a man who couldn’t breathe without you.

"Understood? Next time, tell me. Lie to me. Yell at me. But don’t leave me in silence."

You looked away. Anger. Guilt. Everything burning behind your eyes. You stood up to leave again, stubborn as ever. He caught your wrist—firm, but gentle.

"That's it. Won't you even say hello?"

You jerked your arm free, fire in your veins, muttering a defiant, “No.”

And just like that, you turned away. But he wasn’t done. He moved in front of you, blocking your path, his eyes glistening with all the unshed tears he’d swallowed since you vanished.

"will you ignore me now?" he asked softly, like the words themselves hurt.