pairing: jun x reader
genre: angst :((( est relationship
a/n: if u dont like the angst blame the fucking album bc tell me why all the solo songs are sad asf what who broke up with all thirteen of them at the same time >:(
10th ANNIV. TAGLIST FORM HERE
masterlist | joshua | hoshi
The sky above is a bruise of violet and ash, stars blinking like old wounds that never healed. You wonder if the night remembers, if constellations carry grief like you do — silent and shimmering, never quite fading.
“You think you’re the only one in pain?” you hiss, fists clenched so tightly your nails press into skin. “You think I wanted to end up like this?”
Your voice shakes. From the way truth splinters on your tongue. From the weight of everything you were never supposed to say. Not to him.
Jun doesn’t flinch. He just stands there, as if the world isn’t ending between you, as if your voice isn’t trembling like a fault line beneath his feet.
There’s a wind tonight and it pulls at your coat, your hair. Whispers through the rooftop with an eerie sort of hush, like the universe holding its breath.
Then, he steps forward.
One step.
Two.
His voice is low and sharp like a serrated knife.
“Can’t you see?” he murmurs. “We’re literally meant for each other.”
He pauses, and then:
“Becoming fragments. Escaping fucking gravity.”
Your breath catches.
Because he says it like it’s beautiful.
Like devastation was part of the design.
Like breaking apart was just the next natural stage in your shared orbit.
Like loving him was never supposed to save you. Only shatter you.
In the same direction.
At the same speed.
“You’re not making sense,” you say, but it’s weak — brittle. You don’t even sound like yourself anymore. Just an echo, stretched thin with longing.
Jun laughs softly. It’s not amused. It sounds like frayed rope, like he’s unraveling too.
“No,” he says. “You just don’t want to admit it. We were always going to end in ruins.”
He’s close now. Close enough that you can see the gloss in his eyes. The tired curve of his mouth. The way his fingers twitch like they want to touch you.
You swallow down the ache in your throat. “Then why did you leave?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Breathes. His chest rises — falls — like he’s bracing for something heavier than gravity.
Finally, he lifts a trembling hand.
Fingertips brush your cheek — barely there. But it’s enough to undo you.
Because even now, his touch is the only thing that feels real.
Amidst all of the bullshit lies you surround yourself with, the whisper of his fingers on the warmed skin of your cheeks feels like the only truth in your revolving world.
He says your name, so softly it almost doesn’t make it past his lips.
And something inside you cracks.
“You’re my twin star,” he says. “And I’d rather burn with you… than shine alone.”
The stars above seem to pulse in response — indifferent and infinite.
Your tears come before you can stop them. You blink hard, but they fall anyway, one after another, catching on your lashes like dew. Trailing down your cheeks like a mark of dead lilies.
“Then why?” you whisper again, broken. “Why did you leave me?”
His eyes close. A full-body flinch.
“Because I was scared we’d become a supernova,” he breathes. “Beautiful. Brief. And completely destroyed.”
You want to scream.
To kiss him.
To hit him.
To run:
Into the darkness and into his arms.
You want to ask if he knows how long you stood outside that café three weeks ago, watching him laugh with someone else. The way your nails left crescent marks in the meat of your palms as the girl in front of him leaned over and pretended to pick a feather out of his hair, brushing his forehead. How you still wear the jacket he left behind in your car. How you still check your phone at 11:11. How you drive down to the Han River to see if he’s there – just in case he remembers. Just this time.
But you don’t. You just stand there, the space between you charged and trembling.
And when Jun finally takes your face in both hands and rests his forehead against yours, neither of you says a word.
Because you both know this was always going to hurt.
