As Jungkook's eyes met Seokjin's, Jungkook didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Fortunately, his instincts decided with neither.

"Did you fucking kidnap me?" Jungkook nearly screeched, quickly leaping out of the bed. "What the fuck am I doing here?"

"Look, Koo—Jungkook, I can explain."

Jungkook scoffed as Seokjin raised his hands in the air as if to show surrender. He shook his head, already grabbing the nearest yeetable thing possible.

"I'll ask again, Seokjin," Seokjin flinched at the venom coming from Jungkook's voice. "What the fuck am I doing here?"

"For the record, it wasn't my fault," Seokjin managed to stammer, yelping as Jungkook threw the notebook that had lain comfortably on Seokjin's desk. "I can explain! I promise!"

"Please do," Jungkook smiled coldly, already grabbing the second nearest thing. "Because one second I was away from you and now I'm in your room. And not only do I wake up in your room, I wake up in your bed, of all the fucking places I could be placed. Geez, Seokjin, I didn't think you'd be the type to kidnap your ex's."

"Can you shut up for a second and stop trying to throw things at me!" Seokjin ducked as Jungkook threw his hydro flask at him, death enveloping Jungkook's eyes. "I didn't bring you here. I didn't even know you were going to be coming knocked out. I didn't do this to you. Hoseok and Taehyung, it was them. I promise."

Jungkook paused mid-throw, locking eyes with Seokjin. His eyes passed through Seokjin's face suspiciously, waiting to see if the elder was lying, or if he was telling the truth. Noting that Seokjin's expression ceased the change, he exhaled, carefully setting down the vase he had in his hands. Jungkook looked at him expectantly, crossing his arms.

"That does sound like something that they would do," Jungkook muttered, before looking back at Seokjin. "What do you want? I thought we were through."

It hurt hearing Jungkook's cold voice directed at him in that way, Jungkook's expression throwing daggers at Seokjin, though Seokjin knew that he deserved everything that he was receiving. Seokjin had been the one to fuck up, and Jungkook, though he hadn't understood what Seokjin was trying to say to him back then, was not at fault. Jungkook had just been respecting what he'd interpreted Seokijn had said. Now, Jungkook was back, in Seokjin's room no less, and now they were being forced to talk about this.

It was funny, to say the least, almost like a fanfiction novel— almost as if it were out of a k-drama, but instead, it was Seokjin's actual life.

How lucky of him.

"Listen, Jungkook, I fucked up."

Jungkook scoffed. "Well, no shit Sherlock. Not only did you fight with me without genuine explanation and end things through text, of all the goddamn places you could have broken up with me for by the way, but you also ended up convincing me to meet up with you so that we could talk, and you know what ended up happening? I stood there, like a fucking idiot, waiting, hoping that you'd show your face. You didn't."

As Jungkook continued to talk, his voice began growing unstable. Seokjin could see Jungkook's eyes starting to water, bottom lip beginning to tremble the more he spoke. If it wasn't evident that Jungkook was hurt, it was clear now. The thing was, this was all Seokjin's doing. Everything that had caused them to fall apart, was all his fault.

He remembered how he used to get mad at Hoseok for not owning up, but now Seokjin could understand why Hoseok was always hesitant. Even though Jungkook and Seokjin were in front of each other, Seokjin couldn't bring himself to speak. As jungkook began expressing every single grievance against him, he felt stuck to the floor, paralyzed, unable to say anything, unable to do anything.

"You'd never gotten mad at me like that before," Jungkook said softly. "Not like you got mad at me in that conversation. Then you tell me we're through and now we're here. You're confusing me, Seokjin. What are you trying to do? You can't just fuck with my feelings the way that you are doing right now. It's hurting me. You know, I-i'm not just some guy that you can fuck around with after you were the one that continuously decided to ask to talk. You don't show up, what am I supposed to do? I give you the benefit of the doubt, wait ten minutes for you after I told you that I wouldn't wait a single second, only to be disappointed in the end."

Jungkook was now crying, tears slipping from his eyes faster than Seokjin could say anything.

"Do you think I'm a baby because of how I like to act?" Jungkook asked, looking away for a bit. "Do you think that I'm just someone that's inexperienced? That I'm someone that doesn't match with you because of the gap between us? It's not like we're twenty years apart. Why were you treating me like that?"

"I know you're not a child," Seokjin said, clearing his throat. "It wasn't my intention for you to feel like I thought of you like that."

"Then why would you want to mess the balance between us??" Jungkook titled his head, pausing. "I may be younger, Seokjin, but I'm not dumb. I know you think of yourself as different because you're a couple of years older. Why would you want to act otherwise? You know age never mattered to me. Not when it came to you."

Seokjin sighed. "You're right. We're both at different stages in our twenties. I'm pushing the thirties, you're just starting to live. How was I supposed to know that you could act like an adult, when you carry yourself as someone incredibly young? I felt like I couldn't be with someone like that. I'm sorry. I didn't say I want to end things between us though."

"Then what do you want?" Jungkook snapped, amidst his tears. "Because I'm hearing you can't be with me because of how I like to act. I'm hearing that you're too much of a coward to be with someone you've been with for a little over a year now. You never had this issue when we were online dating. Suddenly we meet, and you start questioning everything."

"Online versus offline are two different things, Jungkook, you know this," Seokjin shook his head. "We operate differently in real life. I've been trying to meet the middle with you about a lot of things, but we're too different."

Jungkook's shoulders deflated. "So that's it? You just wanted to talk to me to formally break things up? You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"

Jungkook shook his head, attempting to laugh, while Seokjin could only mentally slap himself. He'd been given all of the tools to succeed, and he'd managed to still fuck it up. Now, Jungkook was for sure thinking that they were going to be over, and that wasn't what Seokjin had intended. As Jungkook brushed past him, Seokjin grabbed Jungkook's wrist.

"Don't go."

Jungkook said nothing, though he didn't push Seokjin's hand away. Taking it as an invitation to talk, Seokjin continued.

"I'm scared, okay?" Seokjin finally admitted, sighing. "I'm scared of what could happen between us because of how far apart we are. The reality didn't set in until we met face to face, and lived together for a bit. You're right, I treated you like you were a child, and there's no excusing that. I didn't mean to leave you there waiting for me too. Seems like fate wanted to play a dirty joke on us."

"Am I supposed to just take your word?" Jungkook replied, staring at Seokjin coldly. "Especially when you haven't been entirely honest with me?"

"I went to get you some gifts. Your favorite things," Seokjin said, using his free hand to point towards the edge of his closet. "It's all in there. Just, please. Let's talk, rationally.

Jungkook remained silent at Seokjin's words, looking at where Seokjin was pointing. Without another word, Jungkook brushed Seokjin's hand away, and walked towards the bed, taking a seat at the corner of it.

"Fine."

Seokjin looked at him surprised. "Really?"

"Let's see how more you can hurt me, Kim Seokjin," Jungkook laughed dryly. "Can't hurt me more than you already have, right?"

Seokjin gulped, leaning against the wall. "I'll try not to."

"That's something," Jungkook wiped the corner of his eyes. "Talk."

Though Seokjin wasn't one to pray, this time, Seokjin prayed to whoever could hear him— that he wouldn't mess his words and maybe, get his boyfriend back.

a/n: okay yeah we going to the fifties now GOSH. this was already 1.4k and i didn't wanna make it longer so i was like lemme RESPLIT I NEEDA STOP DOING THAT OR THIS WON'T EVER FINISH

mayhaps im trying not to let go yet KJGLHDDH IM JUST KIDDING

sorry for the long wait! i was trying to plan out babyboy and i have someone helping me with that, but we've both been very busy and then my wifi went out last week (pain for me), so we haven't gotten around to fully doing that

and i started planning other stuff (for those who know i had amoris stellarum which i took down after like 3985438960 years of not posting and i recently starting restructuring it so that may be coming out soon too yeet WE HAVE TOO MANY THINGS PLANNED AND SO LITTLE TIME ARGH)

nevertheless, thank you for your constant support! i think i'll go ahead and finish this ASAP so i don't keep you guys waiting (here we go again pushing back these deadlines. this the last time PLZ).

OKAY BYE <3