|| Just Like We Used To Be || J.JK ||

4 - Argument-?

  ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ ⎯⎯ ୨ 𝔄𝔯𝔤𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱-? ୧ ⎯⎯  ꒰ 🍒 ꒱˗ˏˋ

I

looked up at him, my grip on the bag tightening.

“It’s Sori,” I corrected softly, not meeting his eyes.

The familiarity of his voice sent a wave of emotions crashing over me. His presence, so close after all these years, was overwhelming. I wanted to turn around, to walk out of the room and leave everything behind, but my feet felt glued to the floor.

There was a long pause. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and searching, as if he was waiting for me to say more. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

“I’ve missed you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

My heart skipped a beat, but I didn’t let it show. I forced myself to stay calm, to keep my emotions in check.

“I have to go,” I mumbled, taking a step toward the door, my back still to him.

But before I could reach for the handle, his voice stopped me again.

“Sori, please. Just... let’s talk.”

I swallowed hard, still facing the door. I knew that if I turned around, if I looked at him, I wouldn’t be able to leave. My heart ached to hear him out, but my mind screamed at me to run.

“We don’t have anything to talk about, Jungkook,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

Another long silence filled the room, and for a moment, I thought he’d let it go. But then I heard his quiet footsteps behind me, and my heart started racing again.

“Sori,” he said softly, and this time, I could hear the pain in his voice. “Please.”

I closed my eyes for a second, willing myself to be strong. I couldn’t let him pull me back into that whirlwind again. Not now. Not after everything.

"What do you want from me?!" I blurted out, spinning around to face him. The words escaped before I could stop them, raw and filled with frustration.

Jungkook flinched slightly, but his gaze never left mine. There was a mixture of regret and longing in his eyes, and for a split second, I saw the boy I used to love—before everything had shattered.

“I just...” He paused, running a hand through his hair as if searching for the right words. “I want to explain.”

I let out a bitter laugh, crossing my arms defensively. “Explain what, exactly? How you made me feel like I was some kind of game to you? Or how you disappeared like I meant nothing?”

His jaw tightened, and I could see the tension in his face. “It wasn’t like that. You don’t understand—”

“You’re right, I don’t!” I interrupted, my voice rising. “I don’t understand how someone could pretend to care about me for a year, only to walk away without looking back. So, please, enlighten me, Jungkook—what is it that I don’t understand?”

Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating. His eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite read—guilt, maybe? Regret? But whatever it was, it wasn’t enough.

“You were never just a game to me, Sori,” he finally said, his voice barely audible.

I shook my head, unable to stop the flood of emotions that was crashing through me. “Then why did you treat me like one?”

"Tell me," I demanded, my voice trembling with anger. "Why the fvck did you treat me like that then?"

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t flinch this time. He just stood there, staring at me like he was trying to piece together something that should’ve been so simple to explain. But nothing about this was simple. Not for me.

"Sori..." he started, his voice cracking, but I cut him off.

"No! Don’t give me some half-baked excuse. I need to know!" My chest heaved as I tried to keep my emotions from spiraling, but I was losing the fight. "Why did you make me feel like I meant something, only to toss me aside like it was all some cruel joke?"

His face tightened, jaw clenched. "It wasn’t a joke."

"Then what was it?!" I shouted, my hands shaking as I balled them into fists. "Because all I remember is falling for you, and then finding out I was just part of a stupid dare! You don’t get to act like it wasn’t a joke when that’s exactly what it felt like to me!"

Jungkook looked down, his breathing uneven, as if he was struggling with something deep inside. "I never meant for it to be like that," he muttered, almost too quietly to hear.

I scoffed, crossing my arms to keep myself from breaking down. "Yeah? Well, it was."

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with desperation. "I know I messed up, Sori. I know I hurt you, and I’m not asking for forgiveness, but I need you to understand... I wasn’t thinking. I was stupid and immature. I didn’t realize—" He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I didn’t realize what you meant to me until it was too late."

"Too late?" I repeated, my voice cold. "Yeah, Jungkook. It is too late. You can’t just waltz back into my life after all these years and expect me to believe you’ve changed. That you’re sorry."

He stared at me, eyes pleading, but I didn’t care. Not anymore.

"I needed you back then," I whispered, my voice breaking. "But you weren’t there. And now... I don’t need you anymore."

I turned away, ready to leave the room and the painful memories behind, but his voice stopped me one last time.

"Sori, I—"

"Don’t," I said, cutting him off. "Just... don’t."

And with that, I walked out, leaving him in the past where he belonged.