弄断 '𝓙eon 𝓙ungkook ♰ㅤ˙

The separation had left them both heartbroken, trying to rebuild their lives from a distance while pretending that everything was fine.
But there was someone who simply didn't understand breakups or pride: your little brother.
Since the separation, the little boy had been withdrawn, moody, and unwilling to play. He desperately missed his video game partner, the person who taught him tricks on the console, carried him on his shoulders, and gave him toys. Seeing him sad was the final straw, becoming the perfect—and most honest—excuse to break the no-contact rule that was so painful to maintain.
With your heart pounding in your chest and your hands slightly trembling, you wrote him a message.

You:
Hi, Kook... I hope you're doing well.
I'm sorry to write to you after so long, but my brother hasn't stopped asking about you these past few months. He's been sad and quite fussy because he misses playing with you... In fact, he left one of his toys in your car last time and says he won't tidy his room until he gets it back.
Do you happen to have some free time this week to drop it off? I really don't mean to bother you.

The "Read" indicator appeared almost instantly. Jungkook's three dots flickered on and off several times, reflecting his own indecisiveness and nervousness while reading your message.
Jungkook:
Hello... It's great to hear from you.

Please, it's no trouble at all. I missed him terribly too... and you too.
I have the figurine in the glove compartment; I just saw it the other day. Can I come by today in an hour? I promise not to bother you; I'll just hand it over and leave if you prefer.

A few hours later, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I felt like I'd lost my breath for a second. Jungkook was there, standing in the doorway, looking a little thinner, with a deep gaze that mingled nostalgia, pent-up sadness, and undiminished love.