🤎✨LOVE IN SEOUL✨🤎 ( UNDER EDITING )

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The rooftop was quiet, save for the distant hum of students in the courtyard below. A faint breeze stirred the air, carrying the scent of chalk dust and freshly cut grass.

Jungkook stood at the edge, leaning against the railing, his fingers curling around the cool metal. The late afternoon sun bathed the school grounds in a golden hue, but his gaze remained unfocused, distant—like he wasn't really seeing any of it.

A few feet away, Taehyung crossed his arms, watching him. "Alright. We're here. Talk."

Jungkook exhaled a short, breathy laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You're really stubborn, you know that?"

Taehyung shrugged. "Yeah. And you're really bad at hiding your feelings, you know that?"

Jungkook shook his head, his jaw tightening as he looked down at his hands. "It's nothing."

Taehyung sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. "You're saying 'nothing' a lot for someone who looks like they just lost a fight with their own thoughts."

Jungkook inhaled slowly, his shoulders rising and falling with the effort. "It's just... complicated."

Taehyung waited, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's face. When the silence stretched too long, he pressed gently, "Does it have anything to do with Eun Ji? Are you guys fighting?"

Jungkook's head snapped up, his expression sharpening. "No."

The answer came too fast. Too sharp.

Taehyung studied him, the tension in Jungkook's posture, the way his grip on the railing tightened ever so slightly.

There it is. The hesitation. That slight pause before the truth—before the words Jungkook was biting back.

"Then what?" Taehyung murmured, softer this time.

Jungkook's fingers flexed, his knuckles paling against the metal, but he said nothing.

And Taehyung knew—there was something. Something Jungkook wasn't saying.

But before Taehyung could press further, Jungkook shook his head. "Forget it." His voice was clipped, but there was something else there—something fraying at the edges.

Taehyung clenched his jaw. "You asked me to come up here, Jungkook. You don't just—"

"I know." Jungkook cut in, quieter this time. There was no bite to his words, only exhaustion.

Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.

Then, finally, Jungkook exhaled. "I'm just... trying to figure some things out, okay?"

Taehyung frowned. There was no anger in Jungkook's voice, no defiance.

It was uncertainty.

And that? That was rare.

A muscle in Taehyung's jaw ticked. He didn't like this. Didn't like not knowing what was clawing at Jungkook's thoughts, pulling him away like this.

Jungkook let out a sharp breath, fingers dragging through his hair, tugging slightly at the strands. He had dragged Taehyung up here, but now, standing in front of him, the words felt tangled in his throat.