warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way youâre thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!
a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.
of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.â¨itâs not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.â¨just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.
itâs a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone whoâs still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.
maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises youâd made when you were younger.
beneath the ache is a deeper, older fearâone that whispers youâll always be the one left behind, like before. that youâre somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.
your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.
you donât move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.
you turn to meet yoongiâs soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know itâs a weak attempt.
he doesnât bother asking how you areâhe knows youâll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.
besides, heâs learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counterâbecause even that couldnât comfort you today.
âdo you want to talk about it?â
you donât answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.
his eyebrows knit as he takes in whatâs on the screenâthe last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:
âweâre just not the same people anymore. i think itâs time to move on.â
his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.
pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.
your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.
âi donât even get why iâm this upset⌠i mean, thereâs been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but⌠but what if i couldâve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasnât paying enough attention.â
yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.
âhey,â he says softly, âdonât let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. thatâs more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. itâs not about you not being enough.â
you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.
âbut what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?â your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.
âyouâre being way too hard on yourself right now,â yoongi says, voice steady and sure. âyou werenât quiet. you were there. and if someone doesnât meet you halfway, thatâs on them.â
youâre silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongiâs best qualitiesâthe way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.
you stay wrapped in yoongiâs arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.â¨thereâs a dull ache where something used to live, and itâll take time to stop reaching for it.
but in this momentâin his warmth, in his quiet steadinessâyou start to believe maybe itâs okay to let go.
â¨maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.â¨
hi! just wanted to hop on here and see if u recognize this fic? i took a screenshot of this part bc i thought it was sweet but then i can't remember where it's from (i've even tried typing the whole thing up on google & tumblr search to no avail đ)
was hoping u could help me out if u have time; thanks so much in advance! đ
đˇ Oh wow that was an intense recalling exercise for me because I remember reading this drabble from an author with tons of drabbles to binge on. This stood out because Taehyung is working on his mixtape (lol at least in this fictional world, weâre getting the KTH mixtape). This is by @honeytae!
warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way youâre thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!
a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.
of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.â¨itâs not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.â¨just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.
itâs a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone whoâs still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.
maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises youâd made when you were younger.
beneath the ache is a deeper, older fearâone that whispers youâll always be the one left behind, like before. that youâre somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.
your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.
you donât move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.
you turn to meet yoongiâs soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know itâs a weak attempt.
he doesnât bother asking how you areâhe knows youâll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.
besides, heâs learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counterâbecause even that couldnât comfort you today.
âdo you want to talk about it?â
you donât answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.
his eyebrows knit as he takes in whatâs on the screenâthe last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:
âweâre just not the same people anymore. i think itâs time to move on.â
his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.
pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.
your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.
âi donât even get why iâm this upset⌠i mean, thereâs been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but⌠but what if i couldâve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasnât paying enough attention.â
yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.
âhey,â he says softly, âdonât let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. thatâs more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. itâs not about you not being enough.â
you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.
âbut what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?â your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.
âyouâre being way too hard on yourself right now,â yoongi says, voice steady and sure. âyou werenât quiet. you were there. and if someone doesnât meet you halfway, thatâs on them.â
youâre silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongiâs best qualitiesâthe way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.
you stay wrapped in yoongiâs arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.â¨thereâs a dull ache where something used to live, and itâll take time to stop reaching for it.
but in this momentâin his warmth, in his quiet steadinessâyou start to believe maybe itâs okay to let go.
â¨maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.â¨
hi đđ if you havenât done it already for the fruit asks, melon! :)
:D hello new pal!! thank you for sending an ask ⥠I hope you're having a great timezone!!
⧠melon: what's the most magical thing on/about this planet?
the fact that we all exist in the same time with the people we know now. like, for example, out of all the thousands of tumblr blogs, I manage to befriend so many wonderful beans and hang out with them. idk it's something akin to magic when friendships are forged across oceans and timezones!
