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Chapter 19

The moment I stepped into my dorm, the walls felt like they were closing in. The silence was deafening, and all I could hear was Jungkook's voice desperate, breaking, pleading with me to stay.

But I couldn't.

I collapsed onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow as the tears I'd been holding back finally spilled over. My chest ached with every sob, each one ripping through me like a storm I couldn't escape.

Why does it hurt so much?

I thought I'd feel relief pride, even for standing my ground. But all I felt was emptiness. I hated how much power he still had over me, how his voice, his touch, his presence could unravel me so easily.

And the worst part? I didn't even know if I'd done the right thing.

Images of him with Somi flooded my mind. Her laughter, her smile, the way she looked at him like he was her entire world. And the way he let her.

I slammed my fist into the mattress, anger bubbling up through the pain. Why couldn't he just choose? Why couldn't he just... choose me?

The tears kept coming, unstoppable and relentless, until exhaustion finally took over.

Jungkook's POV:

I stood in the courtyard long after Jimin walked away, the weight of his words crashing down on me.

If you want me, you know where to find me.

But it wasn't that simple.

I leaned against the cold stone wall, running a hand through my hair as frustration and guilt churned in my chest. I'd never seen him like that before so broken, so angry, so... done.

And it was my fault.

I had pushed him away, playing games I didn't even fully understand. I thought I could keep everything under control keep Somi happy, keep Jimin close, keep myself from falling apart.

But I'd failed.

The thought of Jimin with Taehyung only made it worse. The way he smiled at him, leaned into him, whispered in his ear it was torture. It felt like he was slipping through my fingers, and I was powerless to stop it.

I clenched my fists, the memory of Somi's touch suddenly feeling suffocating. The way I'd held her, kissed her, tried to make Jimin jealous ,it felt cheap and hollow now.

And when Jimin pulled away tonight, the look in his eyes hit me like a punch to the gut.

He wasn't coming back. Not unless I made a choice.

But choosing meant hurting someone, and I didn't know if I could live with that.

I stayed there in the dark, staring at the spot where he'd been, until the cold finally forced me to move.

The Next Morning

Jimins POV:

The sunlight streaming through the window felt like a cruel joke. My body ached from the tension of the night before, and my eyes were swollen from crying.

I didn't want to get up, didn't want to face the day. But I couldn't avoid it forever.

Pulling myself out of bed, I went through the motions....shower, coffee, pretending like everything was fine.

But nothing was fine.

As I walked to class, I caught sight of Jungkook from across the quad. He was sitting on a bench, his head in his hands, looking as wrecked as I felt. For a moment, I stopped, my heart clenching painfully.

I wanted to go to him. To sit beside him and let the world melt away. But I couldn't. Not this time.

So I kept walking, even as the ache in my chest threatened to pull me back.

Jungkook's POV:
I saw him.

Even through the fog of my exhaustion, I felt his presence before I even looked up. And when I did, my breath caught in my throat.

He looked tired, his usual spark dulled by something I knew I'd caused. And yet, he was still beautiful.

For a split second, I thought he might come to me. That he might sit beside me and give me one more chance to fix everything.

But he didn't.

He walked past me without a word, his face carefully blank.

And that hurt more than anything else.

I wanted to call out to him, to beg him to stop, to tell him that I'd figure it out. That I'd choose him.

But the words wouldn't come.

Instead, I sat there, watching him disappear into the crowd, feeling like I was losing the one thing I couldn't bear to let go of.

Later that evening

Fate or maybe something crueler brought us back together.
I was walking back from the gym, my headphones in, when I saw him. He was sitting on a bench outside the dorm, staring up at the sky.

For a moment, I debated walking away. But something in me wouldn't let me.

I pulled out my headphones and approached him cautiously.

"Hey," I said softly.

He didn't look at me, his gaze fixed on the stars. "What do you want, Jungkook?"

The question was like a knife, and I struggled to find an answer. "I just... I don't know. I wanted to see if you were okay."

He let out a bitter laugh, finally turning to face me. "You don't get to ask me that. Not after everything."

I winced, his words hitting their mark. "I know. And I'm sorry. I'm trying, Jimin. I really am. But it's.........."

"Complicated," he finished for me, his voice laced with anger and sadness. "Yeah, I got that. But you know what, Jungkook? Life's complicated. Love is complicated.