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[lovescarzz]

Shot Glass Of Tears

— "Tell me, am I ever gonna feel again? Tell me, am I ever gonna heal again?"

WC: 1.4k

Synopsis: We met in high school. Fell in love under stars, promised forever under skies that now feel empty. — Feat. Jeon Jungkook

18+ MNDI. WARNINGS baddie!reader x jungkook (eventually), jungkook before the fame, slow burn kinda, smut (obviously), break up, happy ending I promise, reckless driving, car accident, clubbing, drinking, smoking, fucking angst that's all I can think of right now

Marriage

That’s how I thought it would end. But looking back now, I think it hurt more the longer we stayed together.

Everyone says your first love never really dies. So how is it that you can love someone so deeply… and still outgrow them?

It didn’t happen all at once. It was slow, quiet—like when a song fades out and you don’t even realize it’s over until the silence hits.

That’s how it felt when he wasn’t around. Quiet. Like my entire world had been orbiting around him… and suddenly, the gravity was gone. And that’s when I knew it was a problem—because I couldn’t breathe without him, and I wasn’t entirely sure if he felt the same.

I met Jeon Jungkook when I was fourteen in high school. I wasn’t the shy, awkward girl who sat alone at lunch—I had friends, plenty of them. But somehow, he still caught my eye.

The new exchange student from South Korea. He didn’t speak much—barely at all. Just sat there, tucked into himself, those big doe eyes hiding behind thick glasses and a bowl cut that honestly made him look like the lead character in a comic book.

That’s what drew me in. The quiet boy who didn’t try to impress anyone. The boy who became my best friend. The boy I taught English to—just so he could yap in my ear 24/7 about Iron Man.

The same boy who nervously asked me to prom, palms sweaty, biting his lip so hard it bled. The same boy who, after prom, drove me to a cliff just to watch the stars. We sat there for hours, talking about our dreams. That night, he asked me to be his girlfriend. We were sixteen.

The same boy who, at graduation, gave me a special shoutout in his valedictorian speech he called me the reason his heart beats

The boy I started arranging my life around. When he worked late, I was there—standing outside, food in hand, ready to drive us both home.

At every one of his Taekwondo matches, I was front row, screaming his name like it meant something. And when it was all over, I was the one helping him decompress, ice packs, soft words, his favorite drink.

The same boy who gave me a promise ring for my 21st birthday and told me he’d replace it one day with a wedding band. He said we’d get married in Greece.

The boy who took me back to South Korea and showed me every single piece of where he came from. The boy I learned a whole new language for.

But a love like that doesn't last forever. Somewhere between the late night drives and travelling the world things start drifting but silently like the end of a song Missed calls, more arguments over the dumbest things, him staying out late, me not telling him where I am at.

It was never addressed because we thought the issue would fix itself but it didn't and I felt like I was suffocating.

Until one night as bittersweet as it is I was able to breathe.

We came in from a long night out immediately walking into our shared bedroom I needed to get out of these clothes.

What normally would've been us taking a shower together whispering sweet nothings and promising forever was quiet the only thing you heard was the water running

We didn't even acknowledge the other person's presence

I stepped out of the shower first quickly changing into some pyjamas

I sat at my vanity fumbling with my thumbs

Tonight felt—weird

We went out together—to his friend’s party at a club.

His friend knocked a drink over glass shattering on the floor, spilling red wine all over me.

I looked up at her, clearly annoyed, expecting an apology. But there was nothing.

I expected him to check her, say something, at least tell her to apologize. But no.

Instead, his face contorted into a slight smile, then he turned away.

As if nothing had happened.

Strike one.

The bass felt like it was pumping my heart for me. My ears were burning.

I took a deep breath, grabbed a napkin, and cleaned myself off—fighting back tears.

After that, I was silent. No more dancing when he asked. No more drinks. I just needed to go home.

Thank God he caught on. He bade his friends an early goodbye before we walked out of the club and into his car.

He didn’t open the door for me like he always did.

Strike two.

In the car, he didn’t speak to me at all.

I assumed he knew I had an attitude and would let me cool off.

But when we got to our shared apartment, he walked ahead of me in the lobby—without even waiting for me to change out of my shoes like I always do after we go to the club.

He knows I can’t walk well in heels. That’s why every time we go out, once we get into the lobby, he takes my heels off for me and carries me to the elevator… then into our apartment.

Strike Three

Taking my hair out of its bun, I started combing through the 613 unit—he had just bought it for me.

I sighed. Something was off. I could feel it.

The shower finally shut off as I was rubbing in my moisturizer. He walked out, barely glancing in my direction before heading to his drawer and sliding on a pair of boxers.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, not even looking up.

“What do you think?” I said, still working the cream into my skin.

“Babe, please, I—”

“You let your friend spill her drink on me, didn’t say shit, and just walked away. Then you want to ask me if I’m mad?” I cut him off.

He sighed. “I didn’t think it was that serious. It was only your shoes.”

He said it like it meant nothing. Shrugged off my anger like it was just some spilled wine. Then pulled on his pajama pants and threw a towel over his wet hair.

That was the problem.

“Exactly,” I snapped. “That’s the first problem—you didn’t think. And I don’t give a fuck if it was just my shoes. It’s basic manners for her ass to say sorry. And you as my man should’ve said something. Should’ve checked on me.”

I turned to fully face him now, the weight of everything pressing on my chest.

"So you're really bugging out on me over some damn alcohol and shoes I can buy again?" he asked, leaning back against the table. He had already taken his contacts out, sliding his glasses on like this was just another regular night.

I turned to him slowly, giving him a full are you serious face.

"Yo, what?" I blinked. "You let your friend disrespect me. It ain't about no damn shoes."

My voice cracked a little, not from weakness but from disbelief.

"You laughed in my fuckin' face. You really don’t see anything wrong with that?”

He rolled his eyes

And I think that spelled everything out for me

"So that's all you gonna do? roll your eyes" I asked

He shrugged "You pissed for no reason right now anything I say you gonna yell at me for"

"You know what" I chuckled in disbelief "Im tired" I said simply turning back around and putting my hair in a bonnet "We can talk about this in the morning" I said grabbing my phone and my charger going into the guest room

He grabbed my wrist before I can even step out of the door

“Princess… you don’t need to sleep in the guest room,” he said softly, gently turning me to face him.

His hand found the back of my head, pulling me into his chest like muscle memory. The other rested at my waist—secure, familiar.

I closed my eyes.

“Jungkook,” I breathed. I could hear his heart beating faster beneath my cheek.

“Things aren’t the same anymore.”

He exhaled, deep and quiet, like he already knew.

“I know, baby.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Come to bed with me. We can talk about this in the morning,” he said.

I nodded into his chest.

We crawled into bed together, and my heart felt unbearably heavy.

He held me tight

like he was afraid to let me go

“You know I love you with my whole heart, right?” he murmured.

We both stared out the large windows in silence, eyes fixed on the night sky.

The same sky he once promised me forever under.

[lovescarzz]

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Before continuing like I said this is 18+ and most works will be nsfw!!!, Requests are open and ask away i’m still new to this so done expect anything crazy . I write for the black queens