Forgotten Memories

Rage

The news spread like wildfire.
Everyone on campus had heard by now—how Jeon Jungkook had won a cruel bet by breaking the heart of the most fragile boy they knew.

Clips of the moment were already circulating on the college website, shared and reshared like entertainment.
But to those who knew the truth, it was anything but that.

One could only imagine the humiliation Taehyung must be feeling.

In the cafeteria, the hyungs sat in heavy silence.
Plates of untouched food lay before them, steam slowly fading into cold air.
Not a single word was spoken.

Jungkook sat among them—motionless.
Pale, hollow-eyed... like a ghost of himself.
His body was there, but his soul felt long gone.

And no one knew what to say.
Because deep down, they all knew this wasn't just a scandal.
This was heartbreak.
And Jungkook—was there like a dead man.

Breathing—but lifeless.

Eyes blank, shoulders heavy with regret.

He stared down at the table, eyes fixed on nothing. Not once did he look up.
His heart ached—mercilessly, relentlessly—as if someone had carved it open and left it bleeding.

He wanted to cry, to scream, to let the pain pour out of him.
But the tears wouldn't come.
Even his sadness felt stuck—like him.

He hadn't wanted to come to the university today.
Every fiber of him screamed to stay away.
But still... he came.

Because a part of him—a small, desperate part—hoped he might catch a glimpse of his Taehyung.
Just once.
Even from afar.

But all his fragile hopes came crashing down when he found out—Taehyung hadn't come to campus today either.
It was the third day since the entire fiasco.

And still... no sign of him.

Jungkook's chest tightened with each passing hour.
Where was he?
Was he hurt? Was he crying? Curled up somewhere, completely shattered?

The image of Taehyung that day—crying, pleading, begging him not to leave—played on repeat in his mind like a curse.
It had broken him in ways he never thought possible.

He just wanted to see his babe one time.
To hold him.
To drop to his knees and beg him for forgiveness.

But he couldn't.
He had no right.
No excuse.

Jungkook sighed for the nth time that morning—as he sat slouched, numb to the world.

When—BANG!

The cafeteria doors burst open with a loud crash, slamming against the walls.
The sudden noise sliced through the heavy silence like a knife.

Every head turned toward the entrance, eyes wide, hearts pausing mid-beat.
Even Jungkook, lifeless as he was, finally lifted his gaze.

Something in the air shifted.
And everyone could feel it..

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