Jeon Jungkook 8

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Yoongi felt that the gazes of the gathered crowd were directed not at the groom, but at him—and he understood perfectly why.

They could hide as much as they wanted, but the moment their eyes met, they filled with an unspoken love and the suffering that this love inflicted upon them. Everyone around them involuntarily felt a shiver from the sheer crash of something breaking inside these men.

"You came," Jungkook stated in a cracked voice, looking at the man with a mixture of relief and guilt in his eyes.

"I promised," his voice was steady as always, like the undisturbed surface of a lake, hiding far too much beneath. "Besides, I received an invitation."

"It would have been better if you hadn't kept your promise," Jeon closed his eyes, instinctively moving away from the guests. It was painful for him to stay near Yoongi—yet he desperately wanted to steal even a single minute alone.

The darkness under the stairs turned out to be the only place promising to shelter them, as it always had, especially during those nights the men spent together.

"We need to stop this," the words sounded forcedly firm, yet Jungkook's gaze fell cowardly to the floor. "I'm getting married, as you noticed. I'm not choosing you. Please, let me go."