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Bts: Epilogue: Young Forever
Bts Wings, Young Forever
And I just realised I never actually posted this BTS Vmin-inspired digital painting I did in late 2021 for @/elysian.21’s ‘Draw This In Your Style’ challenge on Instagram! It was themed around Vmin’s song ‘Friends’
I also have a video explaining the process up on YouTube here!
Random One-shot.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Theme: Angst, fluff, pain.
Warning: mentions of alcohol and swear words.
A/n: pls imagine long hair Jungkook from winter package 2021.
“I want an answer, goddammit!” Jungkook yelled in his drunk stupor. His eyes looking up to the sky from the large rock he was standing on, he wanted an answer, he was tired of this.
“WHY AM I NOT A PRINCESS???” He yelled again when someone yelled at him. “Jesus Christ, can you not shut up, dumbass’ like you don’t get to be princesses!” a female voice snapped
“GOD??” he asked, terrified, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to meet God yet, he was still so young and dumb, a sinner who hadn’t done a single act of redemption yet.
“No you idiot, look down here!” the voice said again, this time much closer, Jungkook looked down as instructed to see Yn looking up at him from the foot of the rock, “You!!!” he yelled, jumping off the rock in an attempt to look cool only to stumble and fall to the ground.
“Aish what a loser!” she playfully sneered as she reached out to help him up, “You didn’t get hurt, did you?” she asked, taking his hand as pulling him along with her.
“Why did you come here?” he asked, stumbling after her to where ever she was taking him, he didn’t care where she was taking him, he was just happy that she was with him. “Why? am I not supposed to be here?” she demanded watching in amusement as Jungkook tried to correct himself.
“Could you not be nicer to me? I’m going through a tough time here” he groaned, putting all his body weight on her as she dragged him to his car.
“You’re facing the consequences of your actions Koo, you bought these tough times upon your self” she mumbles softly, resting him against the car door before patting his pants.
“Yah, Yn! you’re hot and all but not my type, this is harassment!” he yelled, hiccuping between each word. “Shut up and stay still, I’m trying to find your keys” she huffed as she finally pulled his keys out of his back pocket.
She successfully shoved him into the passenger seat before heading to the other side, “Here have some water” she said, opening the bottle of water he always kept in his car. He obeyed quietly, his eyes growing wider as he put his lips to the mouth of the bottle, taking a few sips. Her cooing and praise motivating him to finish the whole bottle.
He rested his head on her shoulder as she rived up the engine, she didn’t seem to mind the weight of his head, calmly changing gears as they went down Namsan mountain. “How did you get here?” he asked, already half asleep. “Yoongi gave me a ride” she answered as she pulled up on the main road which was quite crowded for 1:00 a.m.
“Why did you come to get me? I’ve been horrible to you” he asked feeling a pang in his chest remembering all that he had done to her, to sweet, sweet Ynnie who never saw wrong in anyone.
“You weren’t horrible Gukkie, you were just hurt, you didn’t hurt me or anything” she said, her eyes on the road, she refused to look at him as he spoke.
“Stop saying that, I put too much effort into hurting you for you to say that” he whined as un-shed tears pooled in his eyes, she laughed at his words, it was true.
He had gone out of his way to hurt her one too many times, and it had hurt like a gun shot right through her chest, but she was okay now, she was doing fine and had forgiven this brat a long time ago, but he didn’t seem to be able to forgive himself for the pain he had caused her.
“Go to sleep Jungkook-ah, I’m here with you, just sleep, I’ll wake you up once we get home.” she mumbled softly, her words giving Jungkook the green light to fall asleep.
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Jungkook felt like he was seeing God when he woke up, a blinding light in his eyes, but blinking a few times proved to him that that was not the case. It wasn’t God, just his bedroom curtain being drawn away and the sun shining in.
He groaned as he realized where he was, ‘was it all a dream?’ he thought as he pulled himself off his bed, his head felt like it had been bombed with a M67 grenade, an unpleasant taste settling in his mouth from all the alcohol last night only to realize that he was in the same clothes he had been wearing yesterday.
He really wished last night hadn’t been a dream, that Yn had actually come to get him from Namsan mountain. It had been their spot before they had stopped going there due to the amount of drunkards who went there to drink and left beer bottles everywhere.
He never would have thought he’d join that category but his actions last night made him ashamed of himself.
A shower was up next, the scalding water hitting his skin made him hiss, but he refused to wait till the water cooled down, his mind stopped thinking for a while as he showered.
The thoughts flooding back once he got back, pulling on a t-shirt as he went into the living room.
“So you’re awake!” Namjoon yelled when he saw Jungkook emerge from his room. “My head is killing me!” Jungkook groaned as he headed to the fridge, “Yn left a note and something else for you, it’s on the kitchen counter” Jin yelled from his place on the couch.
Yn’s sticky note stuck to a lunchbox which laid on the counter, he wiped his hair with a towel as he grabbed a bottle of cold water, going to read the note,
Jungkookie,
Please drink moderately from now on, being an alcoholic is so not cool and don’t drink in public, you’ll get arrested.
I know you’re going through a tough time so I made kookies for you, enjoy them to the fullest and please try to get the closure that you deserve. Don’t coop yourself up in your room, you’re starting to get too pale.
Please be careful, tell the boys I love them <3.
Yn.
'tell the boys I love them’, Jungkook read the same line over and over again, did this mean she didn’t love him anymore? was he no longer existent to her?
He didn’t know what that line meant, but it made him sad, sad that he wasn’t part of the 'boys’ that she was referring to, nope, he was no long one of her 'boys’, she was someone who he’d never be able to face again.
A pang went through his chest as reality settled in once again. He had no redemption from this, no one should forgive him for the things he had done to her, not even him.
“Did you see her when she left?” he asked as he picked up the lunchbox, seeing the perfectly made kookies inside, tears welled up in his eyes as he looked down at them, kookies were Yn’s version of dasik, a traditional Korean cookie that she made often.
Nostalgia hit him like a truck as he picked up the fragile dessert, the smell of sesame seeds bringing back memories of the two of them in her parents’ kitchen, him teasing her while she toiled away at the counter, grinding, kneading and pressing.
He didn’t help because she always yelled at him for making a mess but oh, the things he’d do to get her to yell at him again, even if it was for just one more time.
“Yn made dasik????” Jimin said, peering at the delicacy, Jungkook quickly wiped away his tears, trying to seem strong, he didn’t want his hyungs seeing him cry over sweets.
Jimin’s words had caught the attention of everyone else, making them all whine, “How come he gets sweets and I get nothing!!” Jin huffed as he pulled his phone out to dial Yn’s number, a number Jungkook didn’t have anymore.
“Yah, Jungkookie, sharing is caring you know” Namjoon said as he got up from his place when Yoongi stopped him, he knew how much the cookies meant to Jungkook now that he and Yn were no longer the same that they used to be.
Jungkook quietly walked back to his room with the box and water bottle, plopping down on the floor so he could lean his back against the bed, he opened the box again.
He picked one delicate kookie up, she had named it after him when things had still been fine, no, not fine, when things had been wonderful. He never thought these cookies would mean so much to him.
The tears that he had controlled so carefully in the kitchen flowed free as the memories flooded his mind, every memory of Yn fitting like the beautiful stained glass windows of churches, he rushed to pull out his phone, scrolling through the bin in search of pictures of the two of them.
He didn’t know why Yn’s presence had affected him so much, but it had affected him in a way no break up could. It had been an year since he and Yn had gone off the deep end, cutting off contact with each other. Jungkook had gone the extra mile to delete all the pictures he had of Yn and to make her life as horrible as he could.
He couldn’t blame it on his, now, ex-girlfriend Minjoon who had encouraged him to cut her out, all he could do was blame himself for it, he had no reason for being like that, no excuse to make himself feel better, he never thought Yn leaving his life would be more painful than Minjoon leaving.
Fuck, he had never though Yn would leave his life, if someone had told that to 19 year old Jungkook, he would have laughed in their face. But now, here he was, crying over Yn’s kookies and her photos.
He had been a terrible friend and he’d never forgive himself for it, he had done unmentionable things that had ripped Yn from him despite her trying to hold on for so long.
His tears turned into sobs as he remembered all the times she had just taken his abuse without a word while the rest of the boys had yelled at him.
He was a fool for choosing Minjoon over her, when he had broken up with Minjoon the day before yesterday, he hadn’t been sad that they had broken up, he was sad that he had let go of Yn, that he had lost hold of the one constant in his life.
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Namjoon pressed his ear to the door, hoping to hear something, anything, that would indicate Jungkook was still alive in there. It had been 3 days since he had locked himself in, only coming out at the dead of night to grab more booze before going back inside.
He felt Jungkook deserved ever inch of pain he was going through for everything he had done to Yn, Namjoon pitied him, the kid was still young, supposed to be carefree and making merry, but here he was, drinking his life away.
While Namjoon definitely wouldn’t mind leave Jungkook alone to get over it himself, he couldn’t let the kid just die in there.
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Jungkook jerked awake when a bucket of water was splashed on his face, his head and neck aching at the sudden movement, “What??” he thought as he looked around, empty bottles of alcohol scattered around his room.
He didn’t think as he laid back down in the puddle of water, ready to go back to sleep when a sharp pain shot through his body, starting from his leg, he immediately jerked up again, his gaze on the chunky pair of shoes that had just caused him pain.
“I TOLD YOU TO DRINK MODERATELY” a voice yelled as his eyes traveled above the shoes till his eyes met Yn’s dark ones, he didn’t know what to do or say now that he was face to face with him.
“You need to get over Minjoon, she was a hoe for breaking your heart, but that doesn’t mean you become an alcoholic, now go take a shower, you smell of garbage” she said, pulling Jungkook onto his feet. He swayed a little letting the words sink in.
“You think I’m this upset because of Minjoon?” he asked when his brain finally started working again, “Ummm… are you not?” she asked, seeming surprised at the revelation.
“No, I’m not” he said, stepping closer to her, quickly stopping when he saw her move away, “Go shower Jungkook, we’ll talk once you’ve eaten something” she said softly, her concern for him evident in her tone.
He quietly left, heading to the bathroom, praying that she’d still be there by the time he came back. He washed his hair and body as quickly as possible, clumsily dropping the bottle of shampoo and bar of soap in the process.
He stepped out to a somewhat clean room, the puddle of water was gone, but the bottles remained the way they were before, he quickly gathered them up, using his foot to swing the door open as he head into the living room.
He saw Yn and Jimin chilling on the couch, giggling over something on Jimin’s phone, oblivious to his presence. He loudly dropped the cans and bottles into the trash making the two of them turn towards him.
“All clean?” Yn asked, craning her neck so she could see him clearly. He nodded, he had freshened up although his hair was still wet. She beckoned him over to the couch, shoving Jimin out of his place next to her (it made him whine but he left eventually) .
A bowl of steaming hot ramyeon sat on the coffee table, the serving was enough for two people and Jungkook assumed it was both for him and Yn. She turned onto her side, facing him as he sat on the couch, he did the same, pulling his feet up and crossing them as she stared at him with a smile.
She picked up the bowl of ramyeon, handing it to him, “Eat.” she demanded, giving him a pair of chopsticks as well. “Are you not eating?” he asked, digging his chopsticks in, “You haven’t eaten in three days, Jungkook, you need to eat” she answered as he slurped the noodles, “this is good!!” he exclaimed.
Yn almost drooled at the noises he made while eating, her mouth watering at the thought of exactly how good that ramyeon was, “you want some?” Jungkook asked as he pulled up a piece of chicken from inside, hovering it within the reach of her mouth.
Yn gulped as she stared at the piece, no, no no, she should not, “go on, one bite” Jungkook tempted, his hand still infront of her mouth, “no? are you sure?” he teased, seeing right through her poker face.
Yn gave in when Jungkook made a huge show of pulling his chopsticks away, leaning forward and grabbing the piece of chicken with her mouth. “I’ll go get you another pair of chopsticks” Jungkook aid as he got up, he felt better, maybe he and Yn would go back to how things were before.
He hopped back onto the couch, handing her the chopsticks. They passed the bowl back and forth, each of them taking a bite and passing it back. “Why did you come here anyway?” he asked as she slurped on the noodles.
“Why? should I not come?” she demanded as she passed the bowl back, he paused, looking up at her, “I just never thought you’d come back here after everything” he answered, taking a big bite before giving it back.
“want to order some jajangmeyoen? I don’t think this ramen will be enough” he said, scrolling through his phone for the restaurant’s phone number, Yn hummed in agreement as she passed the bowl back, “here order” he said, handing her his phone as he continued to eat.
“I came because Namjoon called me saying you drank yourself to death” she admitted as she dialed the number, ordering a variety of side dishes before hanging up.
“You were worried” he said, reframing the answer she gave, “I never stopped” she mumbled as she finished the last of the ramen in the bowl, the sauce getting on her upper lip as she drank the rest of the soup.
“Why did you care so much?” he mumbled as he pulled his long sleeve to wipe away the sauce o her face, like a parent tending to their messy child. “Because I love you” she huffed as she saw tears well up in Jungkook’s eyes at her words.
She pulled him into her arms, holding him tight as he cried, 'poor Jungkook, he’s been through so much’ she thought as she hugged him tight, “I though you didn’t love me anymore” he sobbed as he held on to her waist, refusing to let go.
“Aigoo, why did you think that, did I ever give you a reason to think that I don’t love you anymore?” she coo’d, it was funny, how Jungkook was much bigger than she was in size, yet he tended to make himself as small as possible when she held him.
“But I hurt you so much, why would you still?” he sobbed, she held him tighter, letting him cry, “you were in love, I don’t blame you, you didn’t know any better” she assured, “That doesn’t excuse everything I did” he mumbled.
It was true, it didn’t excuse what he did but he was too precious for Yn to push away, he meant too much for her and she knew it wasn’t totally Jungkook’s fault that they had fallen apart in pieces.
She had put all her baggage on him, regardless of if he could carry it for her or not, it had been a key factor in driving him away. She had been too dependent on him, she basically revolved around him till they broke apart.
But Jungkook going away had made her better, more independent and more social. She stopped connecting comfort with Jungkook, he was not her comfort during those times, she had learnt to comfort herself, make herself happy.
During the time her and Jungkook had been fighting, her ego had flared up, she stopped trying with him, preferring to return the snarky attitude that he was giving her, his actions had hurt her pride but she was over it now, she had made peace with the past and with Jungkook’s behavior.
She knew he was suffering and she hated seeing him like this, “don’t cry, don’t cry kook, it’s okay, I’m fine, I’m over it” she mumbled as his sobs turned into silent tears.
She looked up to see Namjoon standing at the doorway, seeing awkward and uncomfortable. Yn gave him a small smile, he considered that as permission to sneak into his room quietly.
Jungkook’s sobs turned into silent tears as he came to terms with reality, Yn was here with him again, she was the same, she didn’t hate him, she still loved him the same. “Who the hell even told you that I don’t love you anymore?” Yn demanded as she saw his tears subside, he just held on to her now, no more crying.
“You wrote 'tell the boys i love them’ what else do you want me to think” he whined as buried his face in her neck, not wanting to see her eyes narrow at him, “yah, I didn’t write that note so you’d overthink and cry about it” she scolded as she squished his cheeks in her hand.
He pulled away, getting up to go drink some water, he just had the most satisfying cry of his life and he felt lighter, maybe it was the dehydration, he didn’t know but he certainly felt lighter. His head was more clear than it had been in ages.
He was washing his face when the doorbell rang, “jajangmyeon!!” Yn exclaimed as she went to answer the door, taking the various boxes before grabbing his wallet, “where is your card?” She yelled as she dug through it. “Its on the desk in my room” he yelled back as he scrubbed the soap off.
He felt happy, hearing her shuffling around in the apartment after such a long time, it made him think that they could go back to how they were before. But for now, he was satisfied, happy, he’d take whatever she’d give him now. He had a lot of making up to do and he swore he'dtreat her better than he had. He’d make himself a better friend for her.
Even if they didn’t become best friends right away, he swore he’d put in the effort and consideration to make himself deserving of her love again.
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