Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook involuntarily loosened his grip, and the glass fell to the floor with a soft clink. The sound of breaking glass didn't reach him immediately, and there was no reaction. He merely chuckled, moving aside to avoid stepping on the shards, and took a generous swig from the bottle. The whiskey burned his throat like a saving fire and spread through his veins as a pleasant warmth.
His hand automatically reached for the phone lying on the table. The screen illuminated his face with a cold blue light. Jungkook clicked on the icons until the right chat opened. Taehyung. They had broken up just a few hours ago. It felt like less than a minute. Sober, he'd been too proud to apologize or hold on. Now, the alcohol had dulled his pride, leaving only a nagging feeling of longing. Jungkook exhaled heavily.

• I'm sorry, mench.

The words clung together in a single, awkward lump after everything he'd done. He sent it and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Jungkook didn't wait for an answer. He didn't dare. He'd ruined everything himself. With every word, every action, he'd slowly been killing Taehyung until he'd collapsed. Their entire relationship had been built on a lie from the start and seemed doomed, but hope springs eternal? A stupid phrase, as Jungkook now sees it. Insanely stupid, and it damn well describes how he feels right now. If only he could go back in time... But he can't.