A Love Rewritten (Jikook)-mpreg

Chapter 24: Fractured Reflections

Back at home, Jimin tried to push away the haunting memories of the event. The sight of Jungkook with another woman was etched in his mind, replaying in vivid detail. He settled onto the couch, trying to distract himself by scrolling through the internet, hoping to find a glimmer of positivity about the day’s networking event. Instead, he was met with an avalanche of articles and social media posts discussing Jungkook’s apparent new partner.

The headlines shouted about the “future wife” of Jeon Jungkook, each word like a dagger to his heart. Pictures of them together at the event—Jungkook smiling, the woman beaming beside him—flooded his feed. Jimin felt the walls closing in around him as the reality of the situation sank in. He had pushed Jungkook away, and now he was moving on with someone else.

A sob escaped his lips, and he buried his face in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks. He knew he had no right to feel this way. It wasn’t Jungkook’s fault for finding happiness again. Jimin had made the choice to end their marriage; he had been the one to create this distance. Yet, the weight of his decision felt suffocating, and the tears wouldn’t stop. He cried for the love they once shared, for the life they had dreamed of together, and for the pain of seeing Jungkook with someone else.

Meanwhile, Jungkook sat at home, feeling a gnawing emptiness in the pit of his stomach. The moment he stepped through the door, his mother bombarded him with questions about the woman who had clung to his arm at the event. “She seemed lovely, Jungkook. Do you think she could be the one?” His mother’s hopeful gaze pierced through him, a stark reminder of the expectations placed upon him.

“Mom, I’ve told you many times, she is no one,” he replied, frustration lacing his voice. He wanted to scream, to tell her how much he missed Jimin, how no one could ever fill that void. But the words stuck in his throat, and he felt trapped between his feelings and his mother’s expectations.

“You need to think about your future, dear,” his mother urged gently, though the kindness in her voice only added to his internal turmoil. “You deserve to be happy.”

“I was happy, Mom,” Jungkook snapped, the hurt spilling out before he could rein it in. “With Jimin.”

Silence fell between them, heavy and oppressive. Jungkook’s heart ached as he remembered the warmth of Jimin’s laughter, the way he felt alive in his presence. The truth was, he didn’t want anyone else. But how could he explain that to his mother when the reality of their divorce loomed so large?

As Jimin cried alone, Jungkook felt the emptiness grow within him, each moment stretching into an eternity. He missed the life they had built together, the love they had nurtured. Both men were trapped in their sorrow, grappling with the choices they had made, and wondering if they would ever find their way back to each other again.

That night, Jimin fell asleep with tears on his cheeks, his heart aching with a loneliness that felt unbearable. Across town, Jungkook lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wishing for the warmth of Jimin’s embrace. They were both lost, two halves of a whole, drifting further apart with each passing moment.