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[toughkookie]

delete
sugakook
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objectively, jungkook knows that he hasn't done anything wrong.

he knows it even before the end of the drive to taehyung's place. he knows it before he finds himself on the bed, curled into the solid warmth of his best friend in a way that he would likely never admit to, all wet cheeks and burning lungs. he knows that he can't change anything, there's nothing that he could have done differently. except maybe he never should have fallen in love with min yoongi, but even the thought makes his insides twist up in all the wrong ways.

jungkook knows that it isn't his fault even when his thoughts try to convince him otherwise. he knows that it isn't his fault when he stays up too late at night thinking about it, going over conversations, when he scrolls through the pictures, endless messages on his phone and watches the timestamps get farther and farther away.

jungkook knows. he knows that it's over, knows that the best thing he can do is to let go. he didn't do anything wrong. he couldn't have changed it. but he doesn't have to hold onto it, either.

hyung, how do you delete dm conversations?

jungkook's thumb hesitates for a fraction of a second before he hits send, because he still doesn't know what the hell he's doing on social media, even after all of these years.

jungkookie .. are you sure you want to?

taehyung's response is instantaneous, but jungkook knows.

i have to.

it's funny how it takes years, years of build up, years of conversation, everything right at his fingertips. funny how it takes less than a second, a small red icon on a screen, and then it's all gone.

jungkook knows that he hasn't done anything wrong. only maybe now he has, and there's no going back.