𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

95. Life Goes On

Alba's POV

The next few days dragged by in a blur. Sleep was scarce, and when you managed to close your eyes, it was only for a restless hour or two. Jungkook hadn't answered any of your texts or calls. He hadn't come back to the house at all, and he somehow even managed to avoid you entirely at the office. By the fourth day, your worry had peaked. You were running on caffeine, the stress and exhaustion taking their toll. And as if his silence wasn't enough, Taehyung had barely spoken to you either, despite your repeated attempts to apologize.

Aina watched you pack a bag, her frustration growing as she leaned against your bedroom door. "I can't believe him," she snapped. "How can he be so petty? He's an adult, for god's sake."

"I know," you muttered, tossing some toiletries into the bag without much thought.

She crossed her arms, her tone softening a little. "What are you going to do?"

You sighed, zipping the bag with more force than necessary. "I'm going to Jungkook's place. I need to talk to him. I can't just keep waiting for him to come back."

She raised her eyebrows, her expression disbelieving. "Alba... that's where you've been staying this whole time."

You felt frustration flare up, pinching the bridge of your nose before responding. "No, Aina. He hasn't been back to his house. He's staying at his old place. I had to find out from Hobi."

Her expression shifted from confusion to understanding, but she still looked at you warily. "So he's avoiding you, like you're... toxic or something?"

You took a shaky breath, realizing how true her words felt. "Exactly. I know he's angry, and I know I've hurt him. But he's shutting me out completely, and I just can't take it anymore."

Her expression softened with a mixture of sympathy and worry. "Alba, I get why you're hurting, but... you did drop a lot on him. He's hurt, he's angry, and he's probably processing everything. You can't expect him to act like nothing happened."

You dropped the bag and sank onto the bed, the weight of everything finally hitting you. "But I can't keep waiting, Aina. I can't keep living like this, feeling like he's just gone. I don't want to lose him...too"

She moved closer, sitting beside you and putting a comforting arm around your shoulders. "I know. But if you go barging in there, he's just going to close off even more. What's your plan? Are you going to demand that he talks to you?"

You shook your head, feeling defeated. "I just... I don't know. I just want to know where we stand. I want to know if he's still willing to work this out."

She squeezed your shoulder gently. "Then go, but keep it calm. Don't go in guns blazing. If he's already on the defensive, you don't want to push him further away."

You took a deep breath, her words helping you ground yourself a little. "You're right. I'll try. I just... I need him to see that I'm here and that I'm trying."

She gave you a small nod, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Do what you have to, but don't lose yourself in the process."

The ride to the penthouse felt longer than it should have, each second a reminder of the mounting tension between you two. Your palms were sweaty, heart racing as you rehearsed what you'd say. Would he even let you in? Would he listen? The doubts gnawed at your mind, but you pushed them away. This was your last chance. You had to try.

When you arrived, the familiar building loomed ahead, its façade unchanged, but everything else between you and him had shifted. As you stood outside his door for what felt like an eternity, your hand hovering over the doorknob. Finally, you forced yourself to ring the bell.