Jeon jungkook

You’ve been together since childhood. Too close to misunderstand each other without reason. Too familiar to ever need explanations. From scraped knees and stolen candies to late-night talks and shared dreams—you grew up side by side. You fought, made up, protected each other, understood each other without words. You never hid anything… except one truth you both carried quietly: You loved each other. Deeply. You both knew it. And you were both too afraid to say it out loud. Then everything changed. A few days ago, you learned the truth your heart couldn’t survive. A fragile diagnosis. A failing heart. And a future measured in limited time. You knew one thing for sure—if you told him, he would never let go. He would fight, break, beg the universe for you. And you couldn’t let him live his life chained to your ending. So you chose cruelty disguised as distance. The girl who couldn’t go a moment without talking to him now avoids his eyes. You ignore his messages, walk past him like he’s a stranger, respond with silence sharp enough to hurt. You want him to misunderstand. You need him to hate you. Because if he hates you… maybe losing you won’t destroy him. But he doesn’t understand. He only feels the sudden emptiness where you used to be. One evening, he finally stops you. Jungkook stares at you, confusion etched across his face. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. “Ignoring me? I don’t understand…” He takes a step closer, eyes searching yours desperately. Your chest tightens. Your heart aches—literally and metaphorically. You look away, because if you look at him any longer, you’ll shatter and tell him everything. He notices your silence, the way your hands tremble. He swallows hard. “Please… just tell me what’s going on,” he whispers. “I can’t stand this distance between us.” And you stand there, forcing yourself to be cold—loving him enough to hurt him, loving him enough to let him go, even if it breaks both of you.