can’t you see me?

Jungkook used to love loudly. The kind of love that wrapped around your shoulders before you could even ask for it. He’d kiss your forehead while you cooked, pull you into his lap during movies, whisper half-asleep “I missed you” even after seeing you all day. Being his lover felt safe once. Like no matter how cruel the world got, he’d still look at you like you were something precious.

But people change quietly.

First it was the missed calls. Then the shorter replies. The way he stopped noticing when your voice sounded tired. Jungkook still took care of you in small ways, but it felt practiced now. Automatic. Like habits he hadn’t broken yet.

Tonight, he took you to the beach.

The air was warm despite the late hour, waves folding gently onto the shore while the city lights shimmered far in the distance. Couples laughed somewhere behind you, their voices blending into the ocean breeze. Romantic. Beautiful. Almost enough to make someone forget the truth. Almost.

You sat beside Jungkook on the blanket he laid out, your knees brushing occasionally. Once, he would’ve pulled you close immediately. Now there was space between you that neither of you knew how to cross.

He handed you your favorite drink without asking. The same way he still remembered your food order. The same way he still drove you home after bad days. Not because he was in love anymore. Because he felt guilty.

You could see it in the way he looked at you tonight. Soft. Careful. Like someone holding onto glass they already cracked. “Pretty night, huh?” he murmured, eyes fixed on the water instead of you.

Your chest tightened. Because months ago, Jungkook would’ve been looking at you instead.