You Never Know [JIKOOK]

47. Overthinking

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Overthinking

Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking.

No matter how much he tried to push the thoughts away, they kept circling back, taunting him, suffocating him.

He stared blankly out of the massive wall-to-ceiling window of his office. The city stretched out before him, vibrant and alive, yet all he felt was an overwhelming heaviness pressing down on his chest.

He didn’t even want to come to the office today. He’d begged Jimin to let him stay home, but Jimin had insisted, practically pushing him out the door.

At first, he thought Jimin was just trying to keep him busy, but now the doubts had crept in. Maybe Jimin had other plans. Plans that didn’t include him.

Maybe he was meeting Mingyu. Or someone else.

The idea twisted in his gut, making him clench his fists tightly. He wanted to confront Jimin about it last night, to finally put an end to these suffocating doubts. But every time he opened his mouth, fear paralyzed him.

What if it was true?

What if Jimin didn’t love him anymore? What if Jimin laughed in his face, told him he was pathetic for even asking, and admitted he only stayed out of pity? What if Jimin said he’d never really loved him at all?

Jungkook closed his eyes, pressing his hands against his temples as if that could stop the tidal wave of emotions crashing over him.

“My God,” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling. “I wouldn’t survive that.”

He felt like he was drowning in his own insecurities. He hated how weak it made him feel.

How could he let these thoughts have so much power over him?

He should trust Jimin. He needed to trust Jimin.

But how could he, when his mind kept replaying every little moment that didn’t make sense, every late night, every distant look?

He let out a deep sigh, forcing himself to take a few steady breaths. Maybe he was overthinking. Maybe he just needed to talk to Jimin, to sort this all out. Jumping to conclusions would only make things worse, and he didn’t want to live with more regrets.

Yes, they’d talk later.

For now, he needed a distraction. He needed coffee.

With that thought, Jungkook stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He grabbed his phone and walked out of his office, hoping the bitter taste of coffee would drown out the bitterness in his heart.

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“Hyung.”Jimin’s voice was soft, hesitant, as he approached the table where Jackson was waiting for him.

Jackson looked up, giving him a small smile. “Jimin,” he greeted warmly, motioning for him to sit down.

Jimin hesitated, feeling the awkwardness settle between them. Should he hug him? Would that be too much? In the end, he opted for a polite nod and sat down across from Jackson, offering a faint smile in return.

“Thank you for coming,” Jackson said, his tone kind but serious.

“It’s okay,” Jimin replied, his voice quiet. He glanced down at the table, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. “I should be the one thanking you for everything you’ve done for us. Really.”

Jackson’s smile softened. “I didn’t do it for thanks. I did it because I care. And because it’s what Uncle Jungwoo would’ve wanted.”

At the mention of his late father, Jimin felt a pang in his chest. He swallowed hard, avoiding Jackson’s gaze.