LETTERS||Jungkook ff|| mature 21+

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 8: emotional crossroads

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"Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will."

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In shadows deep where truths entwine,
The echoes of deception chime,
A heart once cold, now torn in twain,
The layers of betrayal remain.

A voice, a whisper fraught,
Unveils the lies, the battles fought,
In turmoil's storm, his loyalty sways,
While love's pure light, his heart displays.

In another world, a shattering fall,
The facade he built now crumbles all,
As she stands, with pain unveiled,
Her tears of truth, her heart assailed.

Deceit laid bare, the letters fake,
The fragile trust begins to break,
Yet in the wreckage, hope still shines,
A chance for love in tangled lines.

A scheme, a bitter twist,
As jealousy clenches in her fist,
The stage is set for conflict's rise,
With love's true face beneath disguise.

Heart, in conflict torn,
Between a friend and love forlorn,
In this moment, choices weigh,
As shadows dance in light of day.

The truth revealed, the paths diverge,
A storm of feelings starts to surge,
What lies ahead, no one can tell,
In the wake of truths that swell.

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Jungkook's pov:

"Jungkook, what if there is really a girl named bae y/n from gossan-ri. And she believed everything you have written in those letters? What if she ran away from her home believing your love?"

As Hoseok's words echoed in the room, I felt a storm of emotions crash over me. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of disbelief, guilt, and confusion swirling within me. The possibility that my fabricated letters, meant to manipulate Ji-eun and drive her away, had inadvertently touched the life of a real girl named Bae Y/n was almost too much to comprehend.

I felt a pang of guilt sharp enough to cut through my usual nonchalance. I had always been so sure of my actions, confident that my plan was foolproof and that no real harm would come of it. Yet, here was the stark possibility that an innocent girl had been caught in the crossfire of my scheme. My mind raced, recalling every word I had written, every false promise of love and devotion, now tainted with the realization that someone had believed them.

The thought that Y/n had run away from her home, abandoning her life because of the lies I had spun, was a heavy burden that settled deep in my chest. For the first time, I felt the weight of my actions bearing down on me, the full gravity of my deception hitting me like a freight train. I had always prided myself on being detached, on keeping my emotions in check, but now I felt raw and exposed.

There was also confusion, a part of me not wanting to believe that my carefully crafted letters could have such a profound impact. How could this have happened? How could my plan, meant to be so controlled and precise, have gone so awry? Amidst this turmoil, there was a flicker of something else, a deeper, more unsettling emotion—empathy.

The realization that Y/n might have been living in a fantasy I had created, that she might have felt a love that was never real, tugged at something in me, something that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was a vulnerability that I wasn't prepared to face. I couldn't ignore this any longer; the stakes were too high. The lines between my calculated plans and the unintended reality they had created were blurring, leaving me standing on uncertain ground. In that moment, my confident facade began to crumble, replaced by a man grappling with the realization of his mistakes and the impact they had on an innocent life.