Wish I Didn't Miss You

Chapter 1

The rain lashed against the windows of a luxurious apartment, mirroring the storm brewing within. Jungkook, his face a mask of suppressed emotions, watched the city lights from the window, as they flickered and faded, a reflection of the glint of hope in his heart. He had known for a while that their relationship was on shaky ground, but he had clung to the belief that they could weather any storm. Now, staring at the empty coffee cup in his hand, he realized that the storm had already ravaged their foundation, leaving behind only debris and a hollow ache. How did they end up to this?

The memory of their first meeting, a whirlwind of laughter and shared dreams, felt like a lifetime ago. It had been at a charity gala, a stuffy affair that both their families had insisted they attend. Jungkook had been bored out of his mind, watching the endless stream of dignitaries and socialites, until he saw him from afar, chatting with some daughters and sons of rich people of Seoul. Jin, with his infectious smile and eyes that sparkled with mischief, was a breath of fresh air in the stifling atmosphere.

Jungkook, the heir to the renowned tech conglomerate, Jeon Tech,  had always prided himself on his composure and his ability to navigate the complexities of the business world with a cool head. Jin, on the other hand, is the son of the equally powerful Kim Prestige, a global leader in luxury fashion.

Their families, being both prominent figures in the business world, had known each other for years. Their mothers, close friends, had been pushing for a "strategic alliance" between their families, a marriage of convenience that would solidify their already strong business ties. Jungkook, however, had always been resistant to the idea of an arranged marriage. He wanted to find someone he loved, someone who would choose him, not because of their families' connections, but because of who he was.

But Jin, with his easy charm and genuine warmth, had completely shattered Jungkook's preconceived notions. They hit it off instantly, their conversation flowing effortlessly as if they had known each other for years. Jin, oblivious to the pressure of their families' expectations, was simply himself, a vibrant and captivating presence that drew Jungkook in.

They talked for hours, their laughter echoing through the grand ballroom, a stark contrast to the hushed conversations and polite smiles of the other guests. Jungkook found himself captivated by Jin's passion for fashion as evident in the manner he dressed.  They shared the same passion for art and music, though Jungkook would say, his musical talents are his closely guarded secret.

As the night drew to a close, Jungkook knew he had found something special. He had found a connection, a spark, that he had never felt before. He hadn't known then that this spark would ignite a flame that would eventually consume them both, leaving behind only ashes and the bitter taste of what could have been. 

Within a week, they were officially dating, their whirlwind romance fueled by stolen moments, late-night conversations, and a shared passion for life. They were both young, ambitious, and head over heels in love, their world a vibrant tapestry woven with laughter, shared dreams, and the intoxicating thrill of new love.

A year later, they decided to take the next step, moving in together. It was a decision made with hearts full of hope and a shared vision of a future filled with love and happiness. They found a charming apartment in the heart of Busan, a place where they could create a space that reflected their unique personalities and their growing love.

But even amid their happiness, the seeds of their eventual downfall were already being sown. The demands of their careers, and their ambitions, began to creep into their lives, casting long shadows over their once-unbreakable bond. Jungkook, as the CEO of the company, had been consumed by his passion, spending countless hours in the office, honing his craft, and chasing his dreams. Jin, on the other hand, had thrown himself into his work as a fashion icon, traveling the world, and immersing himself in the beauty and complexities of the his world.

They had both been so focused on their respective paths that they had neglected the most important thing - each other. The once frequent dates, the late-night talks, the stolen moments of intimacy, had become rare, fleeting glimpses of a life they had once shared.

The distance, both physical and emotional, had grown steadily, a silent chasm that threatened to swallow their love whole. Jungkook had tried to bridge the gap, to make time for Jin, to remind him of the love they had once shared. But Jin, caught in the whirlwind of his own ambitions, had become distant, preoccupied, and, in the end, unfaithful.

And so, it came to this.  

The truth, as it always does, came crashing down in a moment of unexpected clarity. It was a late night, the city bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, when Jungkook received a text message from an unknown number. It was a picture, a blurry snapshot of Jin, his arm wrapped around another man, their faces close together, their laughter echoing in the silence of the night.

The world tilted on its axis. Jungkook felt a cold dread settle in his stomach, a feeling that was both familiar and utterly alien. He had always been a trusting soul, but the evidence before him was undeniable. The man in the picture wasn't just any man. It was the CEO of a rival company, a man Jin had been working closely with on a new project. The realization hit Jungkook like a physical blow.

He tried to call Jin, but the call went straight to voicemail. He tried again, and again, each unanswered call adding to the growing knot of anxiety in his chest. He couldn't believe it. The man he loved, the man he thought understood him, had betrayed him in the most painful way imaginable.

He had been so sure their love could conquer anything, that they could weather any storm. But he had been wrong. The storm had already ravaged their foundation, leaving behind only debris and a hollow ache.

Now, as the rain continued to pour outside, Jungkook was left to grapple with the wreckage of their love. He had been so sure they could weather any storm, but the truth was, sometimes the storm is just too strong, the damage too deep, and the love, once so vibrant, simply fades away.

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Did you feel the heaviness???

Hoped you liked the first chapter...see you in the next chapter