JungkookxReader Lemon

Letters

You:

You're boyfriend was a well known singer in a famous boy group named BTS. You'd known him since birth, you were his closest friend, and you had planned on staying that way. When he auditioned, you were so happy for him. He told you that nothing would ever change and that you were the only girl for him. And of course you believed him. You'd already met the other members and they were so nice. That was only once though, when they debuted.

You still lived in your hometown, far away from Jungkook. But still you were happy because of all his efforts to show you that he still loved you. He sent you messages, notes and skypes whenever he had time. Despite all the flirting he had done with other girls you still tried your very best to understand him. His manager opposed your relationship with Jungkook, because it could ruin the group's image and also Jungkook's image. Jungkook said he'd talk to the manager and explain everything. He assured you that everyday.

But as time flew by the messages got shorter, the notes got timid and he barely skyped anymore. You had already expected this kind of thing, but you still had hope and still believed in him.

Eventually, they stopped. Every kind of communication got cut. His phone number changed. His messages and letters stopped. Even then, you still believed.

You waited and waited for something. You stood beside the window, waiting for the mailman. Sat beside the phone, waiting for a call. Got on the computer, waiting for a message. This became your daily routine. You didn't even eat because you were too afraid that if Jungkook called you wouldn't be there to answer it.

~One year later~

After you finished your daily routine, you sat on your bed and stared at the empty wall that had used to be so bright, now dull and lifeless. Just like you...

As the days went by your health took a nose dive. You got thinner and your skin looked so pale that you could be mistaken for a dead body. Your lips, which used to be pink and soft, were now chapped and pale. Your once bright eyes, now looked tired and dull. Your bright, open, loving and lively heart was replaced with a cold, hurt, and tired one.

You were tired.

Weak.

Helpless.

Hopeless.

You were tired of waiting. You were tired of hoping. Of believing... of loving.

Of living.

"Tomorrow...I'll wait... One last time..."

Jungkook:

"Has she replied yet?" Jungkook asked his manager with little hope in his eyes. His manager shook his head.

"Maybe she's just busy... I'll send... I'll send her flowers. And a note."

The other members watched as their maknae made his way back to his room. They all looked at each other before Jin spoke.

"Maybe she... forgot to get them at the...post office?"

"We all know that things like this happen. And most of the people left behind... well, they would get a new boyfriend" Jimin said sheepishly.

"We've all met her. And I think we all know what she's like. She'd never do that to him." Rap Mon argued.

They'd been thingking about Jungkook, when you stopped responding to all the messages Jungkook became restless. Always in his room writing you a letter or a note. Or spending his money on flowers to give you. They were afraid that one day Jungkook might collapse because of not sleeping well, if at all. Most of the nights he'd just stare at a blank piece of paper. They were genuinely worried about him.