Blossoming Love |Taekook Story|

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Jungkook's POV

"Shit," I muttered, massaging my temples as the relentless headache throbbed. Leaning against the bed, I surveyed the mess I'd inadvertently created last night. This wasn’t how I imagined my life.

The memory of last night's incident flooded back. I went to celebrate Mom's birthday with Min-ju, my boyfriend. Everything seemed balanced, but on the way back home, the atmosphere shifted.

As we entered my apartment, Min-ju broached the topic of time."Jungkook, you barely make time for me," Min-ju’s voice echoed in my mind, tinged with sadness as he approached me. I was busy organizing my work papers.

"Babe, you know I’ve got a job and a lot on my plate," I replied, my tone unintentionally dismissive.

"But Jungkook, I'm your boyfriend. I should be a priority too. Why can’t you see that I just want to spend time with you?" Min-ju’s voice trembled with emotion as he reached out to touch my arm.

"Fine then, if you can’t prioritize me, then it’s not working for me," Min-ju declared, his voice trembling as tears welled up in his eyes. His heart was breaking, and I could see it.

"Baby, you need to understand," I pleaded, reaching out to take his hand. But he pulled away, shaking his head. He knew my work was my top priority, but he wanted more than just fleeting moments.

"Let's break up," Min-ju said, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his cheeks. He stepped back, putting distance between us.

"You never loved me. All you wanted was someone to fill the role of your boyfriend, Jungkook. I've always been there for you, fulfilling your needs, but you’ve never reciprocated," Min-ju accused, his words heavy with hurt. With that, he turned and left, leaving me to grapple with the aftermath. I watched him go, feeling a mixture of regret and frustration wash over me. I slumped onto the bed, burying my head in my hands.

"Fucking shit," I muttered under my breath, dragging myself out of bed. My head pounded with pain as I went through my morning routine mechanically, slipping into a black formal dress shirt and pants. Running a hand through my hair, I grimaced at my reflection before rushing out the door, too distracted to have breakfast.

Mounting my bike, I sped through the streets, the wind whipping against my face as I navigated the familiar route to college. Coming down in a flurry of motion, I removed my helmet and trudged toward my department, my mind consumed with turmoil.

"Hey there," Namjoon greeted me, concern evident in his voice as he observed my somber demeanor.

I shrugged off his inquiry, my jaw clenched. "Just a headache," I muttered dismissively, though we both knew it was more than that.

Namjoon continued his brow furrowing. "What's going on? You seem off today."

With a heavy sigh, I relented, my shoulders slumping. "We broke up," I confessed, the words heavy on my tongue.

Namjoon halted in his tracks, shock registering on his face. "What? Why? Everything seemed fine."

I shrugged, my gaze cast downward. "I just... I couldn’t give him what he wanted. He wanted dates and romance, but that’s not me," I explained, my voice tinged with frustration.

Namjoon nodded in understanding, though concern lingered in his eyes. "Maybe it’s worth a try. Relationships require compromise."

My expression darkened at the suggestion, my resolve hardening. "I’m not going to change who I am for anyone," I declared, turning and striding off toward the staff room, leaving Namjoon to follow.

Scrolling through my phone, my heart felt heavy with the absence of any messages from Min-ju. Frustration knitted my brows as I swiped through, searching for a sign of the relationship that had abruptly ended.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the figure approaching until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, I collided with someone, my phone slipping from my grasp and clattering to the ground.

Cursing softly, I looked up, meeting Taehyung’s startled eyes. I racked my brain, trying to place where I’d seen him before. With a quick, apologetic nod, I bent down to scoop up my phone, muttering an apology under my breath.

While on my way to class, I slipped my phone into my pocket and glanced back at the duo. My eyes fell on Taehyung, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. A flicker of recognition crossed my mind.

"I remember now," I thought, realizing where I had seen him before. I should not think like this; I just broke up.

I taught the class, but my mind kept wandering back to the breakup. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. After dismissing the class, I made my way to my next lecture, trying to focus on my work.

As I entered the classroom, I gestured for the students to take their seats, scanning the room with my gaze. My eyes landed on the same boy I had bumped into earlier. Surprised, I noticed he was looking at me, and I couldn’t help but offer a small smile in return.

I couldn’t deny the fact that I found Taehyung cute.

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