Just - MAP OF THE SOUL 7

Make it right

This chapter has POV changes

Jin's POV

I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight slipping through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. The house was unusually quiet, the kind of calm that only came when everyone was either still asleep or lost deep in thought. My body felt heavy, weighed down by the things I hadn't said—the thoughts that had been swirling in my mind for days.

After a quick shower, I made my way to the kitchen. The house felt strangely larger than usual, as if the silence had stretched out the space around me. I headed straight to the coffee machine and set it to brew. As the coffee brewed, it gave me time to think, and my mind—like it had so often lately—drifted to him. Jungkook.

Lately, everything felt different. The way he smiled at me, the way his eyes lingered just a second longer when he thought no one was watching, the way my heart sped up whenever he was near. It had started out small—innocent, really. Just moments I had brushed off. But now, even the tiniest interactions were enough to unsettle me. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, my thoughts kept circling back to him.

I found myself standing at the counter, staring blankly at the untouched cup of coffee in my hand. What is happening to me?

I didn't even notice Yoongi enter the kitchen until he was right beside me, his quiet presence breaking me out of my trance.

"Morning, hyung," he said softly, his voice alert as always. His sharp eyes flicked toward me, noticing my distant expression almost immediately.

I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the haze of thoughts. "Morning, Yoongi."

He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "You alright?"

I gave him a small smile, though I knew it didn't quite reach my eyes. "Yeah, why?"

"You're making that face again," he replied, unfolding his arms and grabbing two mugs, pouring coffee for both of us.

"What face?" I asked, accepting the coffee and taking a sip.

"The face of someone who's bothered by something," he said, now rummaging through the fridge, likely looking for something to eat.

I sighed, trying to downplay it. "Ah, that... Yeah, I guess I've been a little off, but it's nothing serious."

Yoongi didn't seem convinced. "It doesn't seem like nothing, hyung... but I won't push. If you want to talk, I'm all ears." He paused before glancing back at me. "Want an omelette?"

I nodded. "You know what? I think it'd be good for us to get out for a bit. Maybe go fishing. We can talk while we're doing something useful." I proposed, hoping for a distraction and maybe a bit of clarity.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow in mild surprise but didn't hesitate. "Sure, sounds good."

After breakfast, I went to my room to get ready, and Yoongi took the chance to stop by Jimin's room. I could hear the faint murmur of their conversation as he told Jimin he'd be out for a few hours. Soon enough, we were in the car, driving toward the lake.

The hum of the engine and the soft music playing from the speakers created a peaceful atmosphere. For a while, neither of us spoke, letting the calm morning settle in around us. The fresh air, the open road, and the quiet between us felt right.

The winding road that led to the lake was flanked by tall trees, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. It was a perfect day—clear skies, not too hot, not too cold. The kind of day that made everything feel like it was going to be alright, even if it didn't feel that way.