“how long were we friends?” he asks yoongi.

it’s a long moment before yoongi answers. “since you were fifteen, but..you always said forever.”

“forever,” jungkook whispers.

“and a day,” yoongi adds, quietly. “that’s what i always said.”

𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

he feels the chasm when one night yoongi doesn’t move away when their skin touches, when jungkook inspects the scars on his hands and yoongi doesn’t flinch from his touch. he feels it when yoongi doesn’t ruffle jungkook’s hair before going to bed.

instead, he lightly brushes a strand out of jungkook’s face and their eyes meet, so much unshared history, so much unsaid. he feels it after tossing and turning on the couch before an hour before he gets up and says fuck it and goes to yoongi’s room.

he feels it when he tries the doorknob and finds it locked—something yoongi’s never done before. he feels it when he knocks gently, says “yoongi-ssi?” n his answer is the orange cast under the door disappearing as yoongi turns off his lamp.

he feels it real bad then. the chasm.