Jungkook rested with his hands folded over his thighs. He couldn’t bear to lift his head up to meet your eyes.
From his lips, a soft sigh escaped.
“Somebody else, huh? You found somebody else to fill the hole I left? I mean— what did I expect, right?” He lets out a chuckle, pathetically. “I’m always on tour, I’ve got my music, I’ve got my military service coming up…”
“It isn’t personal. Everyone moves on from the kind of thing we had. You knew it was just young love. Eventually, people grow up and move on.”
“Yeah? Well, I didn’t see it that way. I thought we would grow old together. I even told you that when we first slept together,” he said.
Then, a pronounced pause.
“I don’t know what to say, Kookie—“
“Don’t kookie me.” He lifts from his seat and approaches you. “You loved it, every single time we made love, you slept on my chest. I thought it meant something that you called me every time he fucked it up.”
“It did mean something. You were my everything.”
“Were? I was a…phase? What, an experiment? A fantasy.”
It was true that looking at him now, his eyes had lost the innocence they once had. When you were 18, the idea of getting to be a part of his life at all thrilled you. Now, it felt like you were living in the shell of who you were three years ago.
“When I thought no one could love me, you loved me. When I needed something to believe in, I believed in your dream of becoming an idol. When I needed you, you were right there for me, and for that, I’m grateful. Don’t mistake it, I did love you with all that I had,” you said, firmly.
Jungkook had trouble grasping at what point you had chosen to grow apart from him. He combed through every moment he had with you, searching his mind for a single time that you had said or done anything that indicated that you were pulling away.
“When did you stop?” Acceptance had set in, and he was trying to control the damage as best he could. Preserve his heart after you had shot it point blank.
“It doesn’t just happen. It took time and it was slow,” you explained, calmly. “Do you want to talk about it over coffee?”
Ceding, he grabbed his coat from the bench and slipped it on, shoving his hand into the pocket to find his keys. “Yeah.”
That afternoon, you and Jungkook walked into that café old lovers and walked out old friends.