Mrs.jeon

8

Jungkook's POV

The night was darker than usual, the city lights reflecting off the rain-soaked streets as I found myself walking towards YN's building. I hadn’t planned it. My legs just carried me there, almost instinctively. My footsteps echoed on the empty street as I neared her place. My heart pounded with an anxious rhythm.

Why am I here? I thought to myself, biting my lip. It was late. She might be working, and I don't even have her number. A sharp sting of guilt washed over me. What kind of boyfriend doesn’t have his girlfriend's number? I sighed deeply, running a hand through my damp hair, frustration building inside me.

Am I doing this right?

I stood there for a moment, looking up at her window from across the street. Her lights were off, confirming my suspicion. She’s at work.

“Guess I’m not much of a boyfriend after all…” I mumbled under my breath, feeling the heavy weight of my own inadequacies. Shaking my head, I turned back and made my way to my own building, my thoughts a mess of tangled emotions. Every step back felt heavier than the last.

YN's POV

The next morning, exhaustion hit me like a truck. I dragged myself into the apartment, tossing my bag onto the couch and collapsing beside it. My muscles screamed for rest, but my heart had other ideas. Quickly, I jolted upright and hurried over to the window. My eyes darted towards Jungkook's place, searching for any sign of him. Maybe he came back late last night? But his curtains were drawn, the room dark and still.

Where is he? I sighed, trying to push the worry out of my mind. But it lingered. There was something about Jungkook's absence that felt… off. Shaking my head, I turned away and tried to focus on the rest of my day.

Hours passed, and evening came like a soft whisper. I busied myself with small chores, anything to keep my mind from wandering back to Jungkook. But then, my doorbell rang.

I froze. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be… I rushed to the door, my pulse racing as I opened it.

There he was. Jungkook stood in front of me, wearing a mask that barely concealed the storm of emotions brewing in his eyes. His presence filled the small space between us, but before I could say anything, he walked past me, heading straight for the couch.

I closed the door behind him and followed. He looked tense, his posture rigid as he sat down, running a hand through his hair. He gestured for me to come closer, and before I knew it, I was sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around me. But there was something different this time, something weighing him down.

“Jungkook-ah, is everything okay?” I asked softly, tilting my head to meet his gaze.

He shook his head slowly, avoiding eye contact. "YN, I… I talked to my hyungs about us." His voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion. "They were shocked, but happy…"

He trailed off, his sigh heavy with unspoken worries.

"But?" I pressed gently, my chest tightening with concern. "Is our relationship a problem for your career?"

His eyes flickered towards mine, filled with pain. "It's not like that, YN," he began, his voice strained. "We promised ourselves we’d be honest with ARMY, right? If we’re going to date, we have to tell them. My hyungs reminded me of that promise, but..." He hesitated, his hands tightening around me. "It’s going to affect our new project, and I’m worried. I’m worried about you, BTS, and ARMY. I don’t want any of you to get hurt."

I swallowed hard, trying to process his words. His worry was real, and so was mine. But I had to be strong for him.

"Jungkook-ah," I whispered, resting my hand on his cheek. "Being loved by you is enough for me. We don’t have to rush. We can pause our relationship until you're ready." My voice wavered slightly, but I pressed on, trying to sound convincing. "Let’s start over as friends, at least for now. We can always come back to this when the time is right."

His eyes widened, filled with sadness. "Can you really do that, YN?" His voice was small, almost pleading.

I bit my lip and nodded, even though every fiber of my being screamed at me not to. "Aniya, Jungkook-ah. I can. Your career is important, and there’s something I didn’t tell you…" I hesitated, forcing the lie out before I could stop myself. "I have to go back to Australia."

His reaction was immediate. Shock and confusion flashed across his face. "What? When did you find out?"

"Yesterday," I lied again, hating myself for it. "I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t have your number…"

The tension in his body relaxed, though his expression remained troubled. "How long will you be gone?"

"I don’t know," I answered, forcing a weak smile. "Maybe for years."

"Years?" he repeated, his voice rising with disbelief.

I nodded, fighting back tears. "Yeah, but it’s okay. I’ll wait for you in Australia. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know, and I’ll come back."

Jungkook exhaled heavily, nodding in resignation. "Alright," he muttered, the sadness in his eyes deepening. "Just… give me your number. I promise I won’t contact you much."

I forced a smile, nodding as we exchanged numbers. We both knew what this meant. Tonight was the last time we could be together like this, as more than friends. After tonight, everything would change.

We spent the rest of the evening in silence, holding onto each other as if we were trying to memorize every touch, every breath. When the weight of the situation became too much to bear, I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Jungkook's POV

The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden. I woke slowly, blinking against the brightness. My arms were still wrapped around YN, her body curled into mine as she slept peacefully. For a moment, everything felt right, like we hadn’t just made the hardest decision of our lives.

But reality hit me hard, the weight of it all pressing down on my chest. How could I leave her? How could I sacrifice someone I love for my career? Am I being selfish?

I stared at her sleeping face, my heart aching with the knowledge that after today, things would never be the same. I’d be sacrificing one love for another—the love of ARMY, BTS, and the career I had built. But it didn’t feel right. None of this felt right.

She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw me, a sleepy smile spread across her face. "Good morning, Jungkook-ah," she mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

I returned the gesture, whispering, "Good morning, babe." My heart clenched at the word—babe. I wouldn’t be able to call her that after today.

The silence that followed was heavy. Neither of us wanted to be the one to break it, to acknowledge the truth of what was happening. But eventually, YN sat up, breaking the stillness.

"I have to get to work," she said quietly, her voice laced with an underlying sadness.

I nodded, standing up and stretching. We both knew what this day meant, but neither of us wanted to say it out loud. I walked to the door, feeling the weight of every step. As I reached for the handle, I turned back to face her.

This was it. The last moment we’d have together for who knows how long.

I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss. Our foreheads pressed together as I whispered, "Wait for me, YN. I’ll come to you when the time is right."

Her arms tightened around me, and for a moment, we just stood there, holding each other, neither of us wanting to let go. But eventually, I had to. With one last glance, I left before my tears could betray me

YN's POV

As soon as the door closed, my legs gave out. I crumpled to the floor, tears pouring down my face uncontrollably. Everything hurt. My heart, my body, my soul—it all ached with the loss of him.

What if he forgets me? The thought haunted me as I cried, my sobs echoing through my apartment. What if he never wants me again?

But no matter how much I cried, nothing could change the reality we were now facing.