Jimin stood at the doorway, his suitcase packed, his eyes heavy with regret. The room that once echoed with laughter and soft whispers of love now felt cold and silent. Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, his expression a mixture of disbelief and heartache. He had heard Jimin's words, but they didn't make sense, not to his heart that still beat for him.
"We said we'd never look back, Jimin. You promised me we'd face everything together," Jungkook's voice trembled, his hand reaching out for Jimin one last time.
Jimin bit his lip, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. "I know. But things have changed, Jungkook. I need to go. I need to find myself." His words were soft but firm, leaving no room for argument.
Jungkook's heart shattered with every word. He stood up, his body feeling heavy, his legs weak. "What about us? What about the life we built together? You can't just walk away like this. We can work things out, I know we can!" He was pleading now, his desperation seeping into his voice.
Jimin shook his head. "Sometimes love isn't enough, Jungkook." His voice cracked at the end, but he kept walking, refusing to turn back. He closed the door gently behind him, leaving Jungkook in the stillness of the room that now felt like a graveyard of their memories.
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Days turned into weeks, and Jungkook was a shell of his former self. The once vibrant and energetic young man who could light up a room with his smile was now drowning in a sea of emptiness. His friends tried to reach out, but Jungkook pushed them away. All he wanted was Jimin back, but Jimin was gone, living a life somewhere far away, a life that didn't include him.
The nights were the worst. Jungkook lay in their bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying every moment they had shared. The way Jimin's eyes sparkled when he laughed, how he'd cuddle into Jungkook's chest when they watched movies, the late-night talks about their dreams and future-it all felt like a cruel joke now. How could something so perfect fall apart so easily?
Jungkook clutched his pillow, inhaling the faint scent that still lingered, the scent of Jimin. It was fading, just like his hope. He had begged Jimin to stay, to give their love another chance, but Jimin had walked away without looking back, leaving Jungkook to pick up the broken pieces of his heart.
He stopped going to his favorite places because everywhere reminded him of Jimin. The café where they had their first date, the park where they would walk hand in hand, the little bookshop Jimin loved so much-everything was tainted by the absence of the one person who had meant everything to him.
His friends tried to get him to move on. "You have to let him go, Jungkook," Namjoon said gently one day, sitting beside him on the couch. "It hurts, I know, but you can't keep living like this. You're torturing yourself."
Jungkook shook his head, his eyes hollow. "I don't know how to stop, hyung. He was my first love, my real love. I don't know how to live without him."
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Months passed, but the ache never left. Jimin had moved on, or at least it seemed that way. Jungkook heard through mutual friends that Jimin was doing fine, living his life, possibly seeing someone new. The news hit Jungkook like a freight train, sending him spiraling into a darker place.
One night, after months of trying to hold it together, Jungkook broke down. He sat on the floor of their old apartment, surrounded by memories of the life they had built together. He stared at a photo of them, taken on one of their happiest days, and felt an overwhelming wave of grief wash over him.
"Why did you leave me?" Jungkook whispered to the empty room, his voice breaking. "We could've made it. We were supposed to be forever..."
His tears fell uncontrollably, the pain suffocating him. He had given everything to Jimin-his heart, his soul, his future. But it hadn't been enough.
