The screen glowed with a pale blue light, reflecting in Jeong’s tired eyes. He stared at the post, his finger hovering over the “delete” option. It was a raw, desperate plea, thrown out into the void of social media, a digital echo of a broken heart.
*jeonj when can i hold your hand in mind again?*
The replies were a brutal mix of sympathy and aggression.
*geniusuga ✔️ just talk to him you dumb fuck*
The bluntness stung, even from Suga. Jeong knew he was avoiding the issue, letting it fester in the darkness.
*rm ✔️ this is depressing*
Namjoon’s comment felt like a weight on Jeong’s chest. He was tired of being depressing. He wanted to feel *something* other than this aching emptiness.
*jhopeofficial ✔️ talk to him please, it hurts to see you two like this*
Hoseok’s message was the kindest, laced with genuine concern. Jeong appreciated it, but the words felt hollow. How could he talk to someone who had already shut him out?
*jeonj ✔️ he's blocked me though*
The admission hung there, a stark white flag of surrender. He’d been blocked. A digital wall had been erected between them, cold and unyielding.
The replies spiraled into a frenzy of escalating rage.
*jungkookmarryme oppa~ who made you sad ????????*
*jungkook123 lets go find that dumb slut and make him pay jungkookmarryme*
*jungkookmarryme you damn right, oppa doesn't deserve to feel this way~ i jinja will fight him ????????*
Jeong scrolled past the threats, a knot forming in his stomach. The rabid devotion of some fans was terrifying. He didn’t want violence, he just wanted…him.
*kookiebunny this is none of your business jungkookmarryme and jungkook123 . get a life.*
A small voice of reason amidst the chaos. Jeong appreciated the attempt to quell the escalating fervor, but it felt futile.
The comments continued to flood in, each one a shard of glass twisting in his chest. He stared at the “delete post?” prompt: *yes* or *no*.
He didn’t want to erase the pain, but he couldn’t bear to watch it fester any longer. He closed his eyes, took a shaky breath, and tapped “yes”. The post vanished, swallowed by the digital darkness. The emptiness remained.