Mrs.jeon

9

Jungkook's POV

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Life without YN felt like walking through a fog. I poured all my energy into rehearsals, interviews, and recording sessions, trying to drown out the pain that gnawed at my heart. But no matter how busy I was, I could never escape the memory of her smile, her laughter, and the warmth of her presence.

It was a rainy afternoon when it hit me the hardest. The sound of raindrops against the window was oddly comforting yet achingly familiar. I was in the studio with the other members, but my mind was miles away. I glanced at my phone, hoping to see a message from YN, but the screen remained empty, a painful reminder of our promise to give each other space.

“Hey, Jungkook,” Jimin called, pulling me back to reality. He leaned against the wall, watching me with concern. “You okay? You’ve been out of it lately.”

I forced a smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “Yeah, just tired,” I replied, brushing it off. “We have a lot of work to do.”

“Right. But if you need to talk, we’re here for you, you know that, right?” Jimin’s eyes were sincere, filled with the kind of understanding that only a friend could offer.

“Thanks, Jimin. I appreciate it,” I said, avoiding his gaze. But the truth was, I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling. How could I tell them that I missed her so much it hurt?

The rain continued to fall outside, mirroring my mood. I caught myself staring out the window, watching the droplets race each other down the glass. I remembered the last time I saw YN, how she looked in the soft morning light, her eyes sparkling with a mix of hope and sadness. That image haunted me day and night.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of nostalgia. I stood up abruptly, startling the others. “I need some fresh air,” I mumbled, leaving the studio before anyone could protest. I rushed outside into the rain, letting the droplets soak me to the bone.

The cold water felt like a slap to my senses, but it also brought clarity. I wanted to feel something—anything—other than the emptiness that had settled in my chest.

“Jungkook!” I heard Jimin call from behind me, but I didn’t stop. I needed this moment alone. I wandered down the streets, the rain washing away the tears I couldn’t shed. As I walked, memories of YN flooded back—her laughter, the way she always managed to brighten my day, and the warmth of her hugs.

I found myself inside a cafe ~
The cozy atmosphere wrapped around me, but I felt a pang of longing. I could almost hear her voice, the way she would tease me about my sweet tooth or how we’d argue over the best dessert. My heart ached at the thought of her absence.

“Hey, can I get you something?” the barista asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Uh, just a hot chocolate, please,” I replied, forcing a smile. As I waited, I looked around, taking in the details—the little trinkets on the shelves, the soft music playing in the background, and the comforting smell of baked goods. Everything was so peaceful.

“Here you go,” the barista said, placing the steaming cup in front of me.

“Thanks,” I muttered, paying for it and retreating to a corner table by the window. I wrapped my hands around the warm mug, savoring the heat against my skin. But as I stared out into the rain, the ache in my heart only deepened.

YN's POV

Meanwhile, in Australia, I was trying to navigate this new life as a cardiologist. The days blurred together, each one a struggle to find normalcy. I had landed a job at the old hospital i worked before , where the hours were long and the responsibilities were daunting. Yet, I was determined to make a difference, to save lives and heal hearts.

But every time I donned my scrubs and stepped into the hospital, I was reminded of Jungkook. The memories of our time together haunted me, especially during the quiet moments between shifts. I missed him fiercely, the way he made everything feel alive. It was like a part of me was missing, and no amount of work could fill that void.

One afternoon, as I prepared for a patient consultation
“YN, are you ready for your next patient?” my supervisor asked, I nodded, shaking away the distraction.

That evening, after a long day, I met some colleagues for dinner at a local café. The atmosphere buzzed with laughter and chatter, but I felt more like an outsider than ever. As we sat around the table, I found it hard to engage. Everyone was sharing stories of their lives, their dreams, and their relationships, but all I could think about was Jungkook.

“YN, are you seeing anyone?” one of the girls asked playfully, nudging me with her elbow.

I froze, the question hitting me like a ton of bricks. What do I say? “No, not really,” I managed, forcing a laugh. “Just focusing on work and… other things.”

“Come on, you must have someone in mind! A hot K-drama actor, maybe?” she teased, winking at me.

I shook my head, but the mention of a K-drama actor reminded me of Jungkook. The warmth of his smile flooded back, the way his laughter felt like a melody. How could I ever replace him?

The dinner dragged on, filled with laughter and stories, but as the evening came to a close, I felt that familiar heaviness settle back into my chest. I was surrounded by friends, yet I felt more alone than ever.

When I got home, I sank onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. What am I doing? I thought, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. I reached for my phone, hesitating. Should I reach out to Jungkook? Would it be too soon?

With trembling fingers, I opened my contacts, staring at his name. Memories of our time together flooded back—our laughter, our conversations, the way he always knew how to make me smile.

No, I told myself, pulling back. He needs space. I promised him.

But as the tears fell silently, I couldn’t shake the feeling of longing. I wanted to hear his voice, to feel his warmth beside me again.

Jungkook's POV

As the days turned into weeks, I fell into a routine of rehearsals and performances. But no matter how busy I was, I always felt a part of me was missing. I would catch myself staring at my phone, wondering if I should text YN. I knew it was too soon, but the longing was unbearable.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting rehearsal, I found myself back at the café, sitting in the same corner where I had sat last time. I ordered my usual hot chocolate, hoping to drown my sorrows again. But as I stared into the mug, my mind drifted to thoughts of YN...

What if she’s happy without me? I wondered, feeling a knot of despair in my stomach. I missed her so much that it felt like a physical ache.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated again. I fished it out of my pocket, my heart racing. This time, it was a message from Namjoon, asking if I wanted to grab dinner with the group. I quickly typed a reply, agreeing to meet them at a nearby restaurant.
As I made my way to the restaurant~~~