𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

part 27

"Can we talk?" Jimin whispered.

You nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and concern. "Of course, Minie oppa What is it?"

Jimin took a deep breath, looking around to make sure no one else was within earshot. "It's about Jungkook," he said, his voice low. "He's been distant lately, and we're worried about him. We thought it might have something to do with you, did something happen between you two in Gwangju?"

Your heart skipped a beat, a wave of emotions washing over you. You had hoped Jungkook would open up to you, but now it seemed like he was struggling with something else. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure.
"Yes," you said quietly. "minie oppa I don't know why He's acting like this, he shut me out without any reason."

"Y/N- what happened between you and Jungkook?"

You froze at hearing Jimin's question. Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind racing, the guilt and confusion swirling inside you. You swallowed, opening your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat. you swallowed looking down, your hand unconsciously caresses the necklace around your neck.

Jimin noticed your reaction, the way the guilt and confusion were clear on your face.

"Y/N," he said gently, taking a few steps closer to you, "please tell me what happened. I can see that something's wrong."

Your eyes welled up unknowingly, "I-i D-don't know-

Jimin's expression softened even more, and he reached out, his hand gently resting on your shoulder, his touch warm and gentle.

"It's okay," he said, his voice soothing. "You can tell me. I won't judge, I promise."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, your chin trembling as you tried to hold back the tears. You had been keeping everything bottled up inside for so long, and the words wanted to spill out, wanted to tell Jimin everything that had happened.

"It's just-" you started, your voice hoarse, "Jungkook...he- we."

You paused, the words catching in your throat, the memory of that night, the kiss, the aftermath, too painful to put into words.

Jimin listened intently, his hand still on your shoulder, gently squeezing, encouraging you to continue. He could see the pain in your eyes, could see the struggle, could see that you were on the verge of breaking.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, trying to push past the pain and confusion.

"We- we kissed that day," you managed to say, the words feeling like they were being wrenched out of you. "And- and then- he just shut me out. He won't talk to me, he won't look at me, he won't even acknowledge I exist."

The tears were falling now, your voice breaking as you spoke, the pain in your heart laid bare in every word.

"I don't know what to do, Jiminie Oppa," you continued, your voice a whisper, "I don't know how to fix this, how to get him to talk to me, how to get him to look at me again."

Jimin stared you intently, "Why Y/N- why are you crying about this it's not a big deal, people meet and kiss and then forget, why are you so bother about this-
He paused-
-untill you have feelings for him?"

You flinched at Jimin's words, the harsh reality of what he was saying hitting you like a ton of bricks.

"No," you protested weakly, your voice shaking, "it's not like that. It's just- it's not like that."

But even as you spoke the words, you knew you were lying. You knew that the kiss hadn't been a simple, careless act. You knew that there was something more there, something deeper, something that you had been avoiding acknowledging even to yourself.