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Jungkook's Perspective

I stood in the hallway, watching from the shadows as Y/n stepped through the door.

Mia was already there, her voice dripping with sarcasm, laced with that all-too-familiar smugness.

The second I heard Y/n's voice, I could feel the tension creeping into my chest.

I wasn't sure if I was ready for this conversation, but I knew it was inevitable.

When Y/n asked for me, Mia didn't miss a beat with her sharp retort. "You slapped him and ran away like a coward."

I could see Y/n's face flush at the accusation. She had come here to apologize, and the fact that she was willing to admit she was wrong made something in me stir.

Mia, of course, wasn't going to let it slide so easily.

Her words cut deeper than necessary, and I could see Y/n struggling to hold her ground.

Part of me wanted to step in, to stop Mia from twisting the knife, but I stayed back.

I wanted to see how Y/n would handle it.

I wanted to know if she was here for me, or if she was just trying to erase the guilt.

Y/n's voice shook, but she didn't back down. "I'm owning my mistakes, and I want to show Jungkook that I've changed."

That struck something inside me.

Changed?

How many times had I heard people say that?

How many times had I told myself that no one ever really changes?

Mia wasn't buying it, and I could hear her stepping even closer to Y/n, her words biting and full of venom. "Jungkook deserves someone who won't hurt him."

I tensed, my hands balling into fists. I knew Mia was playing her own game, trying to control the narrative, just like she always did.

But Y/n-she was standing her ground.

She wasn't letting Mia intimidate her.

"And you think that's you?" Y/n shot back, her voice firm.

A part of me wanted to laugh at how quickly this had turned into a face-off between them.

Mia scoffed, her sharp heels clicking as she moved closer, almost as if daring Y/n to flinch.

But Y/n wasn't flinching.

She was fighting back, and damn, it made me feel something-s

omething I hadn't let myself feel in a long time.

Then, Mia dropped the bomb. "You know it's because of you that Jungkook and I broke up."

I couldn't help the bitter smile that tugged at my lips. Of course she'd say that.

She was always quick to shift the blame.

But Y/n didn't falter, even as Mia leaned back with that self-satisfied smirk.

It was like watching someone prepare for a chess move that was bound to fail.

And then Mia did what she always did-she tried to poison the air. "He's a man who uses women, someone who doesn't respect them. He's a playboy... a 'fuckboy,' Y/n."

My jaw clenched.

I could feel the anger bubbling under my skin. I had never denied my past, but hearing it from Mia, in that cold, twisted tone, made it feel like a knife to the gut.

And the worst part?

She wasn't entirely wrong.

I had pushed people away, buried my pain in meaningless relationships.

But I wasn't that person anymore. Not with Y/n.

Y/n didn't back down. "Because he never loved you."

Mia's laugh cut through the air, a sharp, cruel sound. "Love destroys everything, girl. He loved Soojin, and when she betrayed him, he became a fuckboy and a playboy. That's who he is."

I felt like my chest was tightening.

Soojin.

Mia was dragging out ghosts, using them like weapons. And part of me hated how accurate her words felt.

But another part of me-the part that was still standing here, listening to Y/n defend me-wanted to believe that I wasn't just the sum of my mistakes.

Mia's next words hit harder than I expected. "He made sure you would fall for him first before leaving you like he did with me."

Y/n didn't believe her.

I could see the anger rising in her as she faced Mia.

I knew Y/n wasn't going to let her poison the conversation any further.

"Mia, you should leave unless you want your parents dressed in black," Y/n's voice was calm, yet threatening.

She wasn't playing anymore, and that made me realize how serious she was about all of this.

Mia backed off, but not without one last attempt to get under Y/n's skin. "You're delusional if you think he'll choose you."

As I watched her walk away, I felt an odd sense of relief wash over me.

But it wasn't over yet. Y/n turned, her eyes finding mine, and I knew the real conversation was about to start.

"Did you overhear any of that?" she asked, her voice cautious, almost embarrassed.

I stepped forward, out of the shadows, not bothering to hide the truth. "Apologies, but yes."

Her smile was awkward, and I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. "Um... how much?"

I kept my gaze steady. "Each and every single word."

The silence stretched between us, thick with everything left unsaid.

I knew what she wanted to hear, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to give her the answer she was hoping for.

"Well... what is your response?" she pressed, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

I didn't say anything at first. The weight of everything we'd been through, everything I'd done, and everything she'd said hung in the air.

It wasn't just about an apology.

It wasn't just about words. This was bigger than that.

Y/n's face fell, and I could see the hope leaving her eyes.

"It appears that loving me is considered a crime by everyone... which is why no one loves me."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and before I could stop myself, I spoke. "If loving you is a crime, then I'm a total fucking criminal."

Her eyes widened, the shock evident, but I didn't back down.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us.

"Y/n, I'm not perfect. I've messed up more times than I can count, but the one thing I know is that what I feel for you isn't something I can walk away from. Not now. Not ever."

And after a second

My lips were on hers.

It hit me hard.
I want man like Jeon...

Why don't men like these exist in real life.

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