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Y/n's Perspective

His words hit me like a wave, catching me completely off guard. “If loving you is a crime, then I’m a total fucking criminal.”

I stood frozen for a moment, my heart hammering in my chest.

Did he just… say that?

Jungkook took a step closer, his intense gaze locked on mine.

The hallway felt smaller, the air thicker with the weight of his confession.

He had never looked at me like that before, raw and unguarded, like he was letting me see a part of him he kept hidden from the world.

“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.”

His words echoed in my mind.

For so long, I had been doubting, questioning if I was just fooling myself, if he really cared or if I was just another girl passing through his life.

But now, standing here, hearing him speak so honestly, I felt something shift inside me.

I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts, but my emotions were all over the place.

I had come here to apologize, to try and fix what I had broken.

I hadn’t expected this.

I hadn’t expected him to meet me halfway, to admit his own feelings so openly.

I looked up at him, my voice soft but steady. “Jungkook… do you really mean that? I’m not just… another phase? Another mistake?”

His expression hardened for a second, and I could see the conflict in his eyes, the same inner turmoil I had seen before.

But then he stepped even closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a shiver up my spine.

“You’re not a mistake, Y/n. You never were.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made my chest tighten.

I wanted to believe him.

I wanted to trust that this was real, that everything we’d been through wasn’t just some fleeting moment. But the fear lingered.

The fear of being hurt again, of losing everything once more.

“I… I’ve been so scared, Jungkook,” I admitted, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay strong. “I didn’t know if I could trust you, or even myself. I didn’t know if what we had was real, or if I was just setting myself up for heartbreak.”

He reached up, gently cupping my face, his thumb brushing away the tear that had slipped down my cheek.

“I get it. I’ve been scared too. But I’m here, Y/n. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

His words, his touch—it was overwhelming.

The fear, the uncertainty, the love—it all crashed over me in that moment, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My walls crumbled, and before I could stop myself, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close.

“I don’t want to be scared anymore,” I whispered against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “I don’t want to keep running from this.”

He held me tighter, his arms wrapping around me like a protective shield. “Then don’t. Stay with me.”

I closed my eyes, letting his words sink in.

Maybe this was what it felt like to let go, to stop fighting against the inevitable and just feel.

When I finally pulled back, our faces were inches apart.

I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the same vulnerability I felt.

But there was something else too—hope.

“I love you,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could second-guess them.

“I love you, Jungkook. I think I always have.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, as if trying to process what I had said.

And then, without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if we were both afraid of breaking whatever fragile thing we had just built.

But then it deepened, and all the fear, all the doubt, melted away.

In that moment, it was just us—no Mia, no past, no ghosts.

Just Jungkook and me, standing on the edge of something new, something terrifying, but something real.

When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his, both of us breathing heavily.

“What happens now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook smiled softly, his hand still cradling my face. “Now, we figure it out. Together.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I believed him.

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