𝐌𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✔

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I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wall in front of me, lost in my own thoughts. The day had been long, filled with the usual routines that now seemed like a distant memory. Adjusting to this new life with Jungkook felt like navigating a maze blindfolded—a constant struggle to find my way forward.

The door clicked open, and I looked up as Jungkook entered our apartment. His expression was thoughtful, his steps deliberate as he closed the door behind him.

"Hey," he greeted softly, approaching me. "I ran into Rami outside."

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued by his unusual solemnity. "Oh?" I replied, trying to mask the weariness in my voice.

Jungkook nodded, sitting down beside me on the couch. "Yeah," he continued, his eyes searching mine. "She asked about you, wanted to make sure you're doing okay."

I turned away slightly, a mix of emotions swirling inside me—gratitude for Rami's concern, frustration at the situation we found ourselves in, and an underlying sense of guilt for shutting everyone out.

"I see," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't bring myself to meet Jungkook's gaze, afraid of what he might see in my eyes.

He reached out and gently took my hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "Jisoo," he began, his voice tender. "I know this isn't easy for you. But I want you to know that Rami and your family—they care about you. And so do I."

His words cut through the barrier I had erected around my emotions, stirring a tumultuous mix of gratitude and sorrow within me. I swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words to respond.

"I know," I managed finally, my voice betraying the vulnerability I tried so hard to conceal. "I just... I didn't choose any of this."

Jungkook nodded understandingly, his thumb gently rubbing circles on the back of my hand. "None of us did," he agreed softly. "But we're here now. And I'm here for you, Jisoo. Whatever you need."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over. I blinked them back, my throat tight with unspoken words and unshed emotions. Jungkook's steadfast presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the weight of our circumstances.

"Thank you, Jungkook," I whispered, finally meeting his gaze. "I appreciate that."

He offered me a small, reassuring smile, his eyes filled with empathy. "We'll figure this out together," he said, his voice steady with conviction.

I nodded, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the uncertainty. "Yeah," I replied softly. "Together."

We sat in silence for a while longer, the evening settling around us like a gentle embrace. Jungkook's hand remained intertwined with mine, offering silent support and understanding. Despite the challenges ahead, I knew in that moment that we would face them together.

As the night deepened, Jungkook stayed close, respecting the quietness I sought. His words about Rami's concern echoed in my mind, a reminder of the ties that bound us to our family. In the midst of this unfamiliar journey, I found solace in the shared understanding between us—a fragile foundation upon which we could begin to build something new.

The chapter of our life together had only just begun, with many more pages waiting to be written. But for now, in the gentle stillness of the night, I held onto the hope that we could navigate this uncharted territory together—finding strength in each other's presence, and a sense of belonging in our shared journey.