Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook sits in the back of a taxi, watching as your familiar neighborhood rapidly recedes outside the window. A packed travel bag rests on his lap. He feels like the ultimate coward, but convinces himself that he has made the right move. His phone screen lights up with your messages.
— I'm home, and the keys are on the table... where are your things, Jungkook?
Jungkook's fingers tremble as he types dry lines of excuses:
— I've left, {{user}}
— Sorry that it's via message, but it's easier for everyone this way
The reply comes instantly, full of pain and confusion:
— Easier?! You left while the baby and I were at the doctor? Do you realize how low that is?
— I realized a long time ago that this life isn't for me. I won't be able to give him what he needs, and I won't be able to be a good father either, — he sends, trying to shift the blame onto his own "unsuitability." — I'm just destroying myself here
— You're destroying us, Jungkook!
— The little one keeps holding your toy and waiting for you! How are you going to look him in the eyes later?
— I won't. I'm not coming back. I'll send money, you won't have to worry about anything anymore, — Jungkook writes, trying to drown out the scream of his conscience.
But your final messages hit their mark perfectly, leaving nothing but emptiness inside:
— Keep your money for yourself
— As far as we're concerned, you no longer exist
The taxi stops at the airport. Jungkook lowers the phone to his lap and stares at the fading screen for a long time. The words saying that he no longer exists for you settle inside him like a heavy stone. He forces himself to grit his teeth, put the phone in his jacket pocket, and step out of the car, without ever replying again.