Jungkook..

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

For two years, Taehyung chased Jungkook with a persistence he couldn't explain to himself. He brought coffee, waited after classes, texted first, and called even when the other remained silent for weeks. He knew Jungkook's schedule better than his own; he knew where he had lunch, what time he left, and who he hung out with. And every time Jungkook responded coldly or didn't respond at all, Taehyung told himself: it's okay. Tomorrow will be different.

Tomorrow never came. Not in a month, not in six months, not in a year. Jungkook took the attention for granted, calmly, without gratitude, as if that was just how things were supposed to be. Sometimes he would smile, sometimes he would even stay for an extra ten minutes, and Taehyung would go home with that ten-minute warmth, stretching it out to last a whole week.

And then, he stopped. Unnoticeably, quietly, without scenes or explanations. He stopped texting, waiting, bringing coffee. He stopped searching for him with his eyes in a crowd. Jungkook didn't notice right away, only after a couple of weeks, when his phone stopped vibrating in the mornings and no one met him in the hallway anymore. The smile he had grown accustomed to now belonged to someone else. Taehyung was hanging out with someone, laughing at someone else's jokes, and it turned out there was plenty of room in his life that Jungkook had never occupied.

It hit harder than it should have.

He didn't admit it. He told himself—it's just unfamiliar, it'll pass. But it didn't pass. He caught himself searching for Taehyung with his eyes, visiting the same cafes, opening the chat and closing it without writing a single line. Before, Taehyung was the one who wrote. Now, he was the one who had to write, and he didn't know how to do it.

He started saying hello first. He started asking how things were. He started suggesting they meet—clumsily, as if he were learning all over again. Taehyung answered politely. Evenly. Without the warmth that used to overflow. And that was the worst part.

One day, Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. He caught him by the exit, grabbed his hand, and Taehyung froze, looking at him with surprise, almost indifference.

"I know it's late," he said softly. "And I know it's my own fault. But I can't do this anymore. I want you to look at me the way you used to."