Our Long Ending Story

Chapter 27: A Fragile Reunion

A week had passed since the visit, and the support from her members at Rosé's apartment had been a balm for her aching heart. The days were filled with attempts to establish a new routine with the baby and moments of reflection on the whirlwind that had become her life.

Late one evening, Lisa's phone buzzed. She picked it up absentmindedly, expecting a message from one of the girls. Instead, it was Jimin.

Jimin: Lisa, have you heard from Jungkook? He's not answering anyone.

A knot tightened in her chest. She hadn't spoken to Jungkook, but the idea that he wasn't responding to his members stirred up worry she couldn't ignore.

Lisa: No, I haven't. Why? What's going on?

Jimin's response came quickly.

Jimin: We're worried. He's been a wreck, and now we can't get a hold of him. Could you check on him? Please?

Lisa hesitated, staring at the screen. She had promised herself space and time to heal, but the thought of Jungkook alone, possibly hurting... she couldn't just ignore that. No matter how much pain he had caused her, she couldn't turn her back on him.

Lisa: I'll go.

She quickly gathered her things, leaving Seol in Rosé's care. Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way back to the house she had shared with Jungkook. The memories of their life together haunted her every step, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand.

When she arrived at the house, everything seemed eerily quiet. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to be met with a sight that made her stomach drop.

The house was a mess. Empty alcohol bottles were scattered across the floor, clothes were thrown haphazardly around, and the living room looked like it had been abandoned for days. The air was thick with the stench of alcohol, and the silence was suffocating.

"Jungkook?" Lisa called out, her voice trembling as she stepped further into the house.

There was no response.

She made her way through the mess, scanning the rooms for any sign of him. Finally, she found him in their bedroom, sprawled out on the floor next to the bed. He looked disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, and his hair a tangled mess. Empty bottles surrounded him, and his eyes were closed.

"Jungkook!" Lisa rushed over, dropping to her knees beside him. She shook him gently, panic rising in her chest. "Jungkook, wake up!"

For a terrifying moment, he didn't respond. But then, his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy. He blinked up at her, as if trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

Jungkook tried to lift his hand to touch her, but he was too weak. "Lisa?" His voice was slurred, and he looked at her as if she were a ghost. "Is this a dream?"

Lisa's heart clenched at the sight of him. This wasn't the Jungkook she knew—the confident, strong man who had always been her rock. He looked broken, lost in his own despair.

"No, Jungkook," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "You're not dreaming. I'm here."

He let out a shaky breath, his hand reaching up to touch her face as if to confirm that she was real. "I thought... I thought you'd never come back."

Lisa swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. She had to be strong for him, even though everything inside her was screaming.

"Why didn't you answer anyone's calls?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Jungkook's eyes filled with tears as he looked away, ashamed. "I didn't want to face them. Or you. I messed everything up, Lisa. I ruined us."

Lisa glanced around the room, taking in the state of their home. "This isn't you, Jungkook," she said softly. "Why are you like this?"