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It was cold. Yoongi hated the cold. He hated feeling cold, coming off cold, being cold, most all things that had to do with the cold. It had to be some aspect of being a near spring child or maybe it was his temperament. He didn’t work well in the cold, he didn’t feel productive when it was cold. Winter felt like it came early at this point. Nothing was warm anymore. Not his friend’s embraces nor his words they spoken in hope of keeping him leveled. He could barely hear them over his mind. He had become so isolated even as he still went out to perform each night. He holistically could not bring himself to do much else than what he was trained to do. Instincts barely there anymore. Everything Yoongi normally felt was replaced by guilt. 

He had ruined how many people’s lives? Countless at this point. Was he even capable of bringing happiness into anyone’s life? Even the thanks from ARMYs he had read again and again, they all seemed like lies. It was just because he was well known now, it was just because he was in Bangtan now, it was just because... anything. Yoongi himself didn’t believe anything anymore and that was himself included. Actually, that was wrong, he believed in one thing: pain. That was the only thing he caused anyways. It was all he felt recently. Emotionally until it became physical because he couldn’t actively think outside of it to stop it. 

Was it even worth it at this point? He was told time and time again it was. People wouldn’t stop telling him that. They wouldn’t stop checking on him even though he wasn’t responding. They wouldn’t stop coming into his room and most nights they wouldn’t leave him alone. He had grown complacent to how they were treating him at this point. He knew it wasn’t going to stop, they had good reason. Yoongi was weak mentally despite the strong persona he gave off. They were scared. He was too.   

It was one thing to lose someone. It was another thing to lose someone you loved. It was a whole other entity to lose someone who was a part of you. Jungkook’s ovedose had taken more than just a toll on the boy’s already fragile psyche. It had demolished it. 

It’s your fault, he’s dead. You’re worthless. Selfish. How could you do this? 

That’s all he could see in the eyes of everyone he knew. All of their friends. Jungkook’s family. His own family. They could stand their silently and he would hear the echo of those words. Failure. He was a failure. 

When he found out Jungkook had overdosed his initial response was to hope it was lie to beg for it to be a lie. He didn’t want to lose him. He hadn’t broken up with Jungkook to lose him. Those days after he knew it was hard, he knew he needed comfort from anyone that wasn’t him. He had broken his heart, he had ended their happy ending. He didn’t need him. He wasn’t enough. He was never going to be. 

Yoongi couldn’t accept the fact, he had lost him. Now permanently. Alcohol didn’t help, he didn’t smoke. Shit, his own mother couldn’t put the pieces back together. His heart wasn’t even there anymore. He couldn’t feel a thing.

Wake, funeral. And standing there in front of the result of 21 years of life he had taken away all because he couldn’t be what was need, he hadn’t seen what was needed, because he woke up and had let the cons out weight the pros. He had sunk back into that worthless mindset he had in every relationship before him. Because he was a failure, he had gone into this knowing he was his first love and he had promised to be his last. 

“Jeon Jungkook.” His voice was quiet as he stood their in the cold trying feel for once. That’s the most he had felt in a while. “I-” Words were his job right he should be able to think long enough to speak them right? He still couldn’t think enough to say them but for him it had to be done. 

“Jeon Jungkook. My heart is lost. I’m sure you know you took it with you. You can’t be part of a person and expect such a thing to remain whole once you lose them. I was stupid, I gave up. I told you I wouldn’t but I did and this... I couldn’t see us being happy. I couldn’t see us hanging on when we kept tearing each other apart. I couldn’t get over what was said. My mind couldn’t get past knowing I wasn’t good enough for you. Instead of being better, I gave in to every dark thought that had plague my mind thinking you were better off without me. I let things that were said in anger take over for what was said in happiness. I let feeling worthless define everything we had worked for when all you needed was for me to be there. I let you go and in turn you stop fighting too. So I will say I deserve this. I deserve to miss you. I deserve the guilt. I deserve the fact that I very well can’t function without you. Because I knew that and I still gave in to the darkness that overcame me. I g-gave into the an-xiety. I gave into the pain when I tol-d yo-u I wo-uldn’t.” 

Tears burning at his eyes. His voice cracking as he couldn’t feel his legs. He couldn’t breath. Everything flooding in at once. 

“I don’t expect forgiveness. I don’t expect anything. But I do want you to know that I love you. I loved you with all of me and that didn’t change. I didn’t give up because I didn’t want you. I gave up because I wanted you. To be happy and I made the mistake of deciding for you that wasn’t going to be with me regardless of what you told me. I let us fighting more than we did anything else decide what was defining us. It hurts. It hurts more than anything knowing that I can’t fix that when I told you I would fix it. It h-hurts more than anything to know I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me most. I just love you so much. I wanted you to be happy and I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry Jungkook.”

His legs giving out and he was on the ground. Tears, the first he had cried in weeks. Broken sobs escaping loud throughout the site as a stayed on the ground, visibly breakdown not a single emotion spared. 

“There isn’t an-yth.ing I wouldn’t g-ive to se-e you smile again. I hate myself so much because I couldn’t love you enough. It wasn’t us enough. Nothing was enough you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Yoongi words were exhaled through broken sobs, choked up with all the emotion he hadn’t shown in the last weeks. He let it happen until he was able to speak again tears still streaming down swollen features.  

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