jungkook was literally the definition of he wants it, he gets it.

ever since he was the golden maknae, he received what he wanted and has never really been through something that he wanted so bad and never got it. it was always some unrealistic stuff that he’d imagine for fun, but no one really declined his requests to get this or that.

a rumour relationship between you two was created back in 2021, hybe and him have yet not confirmed to this day if it was fake or not.

the two of you knew it was true.

it was too secretive that army forgot about it and moved on, thinking it was just some bullshit created by an obsessive fan.

one day, you two got into a text argument and ended up ghosting him for two hours. twelve missed calls, more than twenty unread messages, six voice messages. so jungkook decided to get on live, thinking it’d grab your attention. he successfully got your attention, indeed.

kook was chopping up some vegetables as a late midnight healthy snack, that was his excuse, a few mumbled words couldn’t be heard enough to understand but the chat still tried to figure whatever the fuck that man was mumbling. though the only words that they figured out was ‘ignoring’ and ‘only’.

he shook his head, his expression a bit serious rather than a playful expression that he’d always have when interacting with the army, his chopping skills became rougher and aggressive, thoughts consuming him as he felt a sharp feeling against his thumb, his thumb having a cut.

he let out a small groan, bringing the thumb to his lips as he sucked out the blood, letting out a sigh. “i’ll try to do a better live next time, bye.” jungkook quickly ended the live, which wasn’t him at all, his thoughts still getting to him, mourning you.