The Only One || Jungkook

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Seoul, South Korea. 10:23 am

The phone buzzed over his table, creating a vibrating sound that got his attention as soon as it started. He knew who it was, she had been calling him non-stop since she landed in Spain. It almost became a routine the week they were aware.

She'd wake up, and the first thing she did was make his phone ring wherever he was and whatever the time it was in Korea. And Jungkook would let it buzz, seeing her name displayed on the screen, and feeling relieved just by knowing she was okay and safe to call him.

Y/n usually just called, and sent random texts throughout the day. She kept insisting on speaking directly to him, and getting the answer he was the only one she could get it from. But that day, she left a message after the tone. And Jungkook knew it'd be over for him the second he heard her voice for the first time in almost seven days, but he still clicked his phone to be able to hear what she had to say.

—I know you probably won't listen to this —her shaky voice started—, but I can't believe you've done this. You had no right to act like that, and I will never forgive you for pushing me away when I needed to be next to you the most. It's not only your fight —he heard her yearning—. I hate you, more than ever. I really hate you, Jungkook —she sobbed—. But please, come back to me soon.

Her discourse got interrupted by her own sobs and the sound of her nose sniffling, before the message suddenly stopped and he could only listen to the constant beeps. His face was hidden, while he tried to look down, as if that would make the fact that his heart was breaking after hearing her like that, as if that would change the fact that he was crying over her again.

Y/n was never a vulnerable and delicate woman, she was always fierce and strong, keeping the tough and cool facade as if her life depended on it. But she broke down, she showed herself fragile and weak through that message. She allowed him to see the side she considered the worst from her, bringing it up when she promised she would never be like that ever again.

But regret got over her decision. She regretted believing everything he said and showed the night she got on the jet, she was hurt by her own actions and wished she could turn back time to the moment she started making it difficult for them. Maybe if she had enjoyed her time with him while she was able to, she wouldn't feel like she was missing on something. And all those thoughts took her to ask herself whether they'd be in that situation or not if she hadn't acted the way she did. While Jungkook regretted knowing about her existence. He didn't want to wonder what would've happened if he hadn't gone to the club that day, or if he had ignored her stage and went back to the hotel like he planned. But he was sure she wouldn't be in danger if he had done things differently. And that was something he wasn't able to forgive himself.

Two knocks on his door got him raising his gaze from the table, looking up to the thick door that was being opened by Yejun. Behind him, Sanhyuk adopted that arrogant pose, puffed chest while his hands were inside the pockets of his slacks, while he made his way inside his office.

Yejun was getting ready to close the door behind him and take the free spot at Jungkook's right, but his steps were stopped before he was even able to take a step in his direction.

—Wait outside.

Confused at first, the short-haired young man only bowed to his boss and stepped out of the office, closing the door behind him. Action that even surprised Sanhyuk, who puckered his lips momentarily before he grinned to the ground.

—Top secret meeting, huh? —he raised his eyebrows.

—Take a seat and listen —Jungkook cut him off, pointing to one of the two free chairs in front of his desk.