Jungkook had always been a composed force of nature, but something about Reema's continued avoidance was unraveling him. Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, his frustration grew. Her silence felt like a wall he couldn’t climb, and it was eating at him from the inside.
He could barely focus on anything else. Classes felt like a blur, his friends’ attempts to cheer him up only made him more irritable, and even his once-favorite activities failed to distract him. Every time he saw Reema around campus—always with her head down, avoiding his gaze—it was like a dagger to his chest.
Jungkook’s sleepless nights and restless days began to take a toll. His friends tried to intervene, but he pushed them away, the storm inside him too overwhelming to articulate. He was frustrated, hurt, and angry—mostly at himself for not knowing how to fix things.
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One fateful afternoon, Jungkook was hanging out near the basketball court, brooding as usual. A group of guys nearby were talking loudly, their voices carrying through the air. Normally, Jungkook wouldn’t have paid them any attention, but one particular comment made his blood freeze.
“Did you hear about Jungkook and that chubby girl? What’s her name… Reema?” one of them sneered. “What does he even see in her? She’s so plain. I bet he’s just playing with her.”
The laughter that followed was the last straw.
Jungkook was on his feet before he even realized it, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The guy who had spoken barely had time to react before Jungkook grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall.
“Say that again,” Jungkook growled, his voice low and dangerous.
The guy stammered, trying to break free, but Jungkook wasn’t letting go. His anger boiled over, and he threw a punch that landed squarely on the guy’s jaw. Gasps echoed around the courtyard as people stopped to watch the fight unfold.
“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Jungkook spat, his fists raining down on the guy.
The other boy tried to fight back, but Jungkook’s rage made him unstoppable. He kept hitting him, over and over, until blood smeared across his knuckles. His friends, who had been nearby, rushed to intervene.
“Jungkook, stop!” Namjoon shouted, grabbing his arm.
“Enough, Jungkook!” Jin tried to pull him back, but Jungkook shoved him off, his eyes blazing with fury.
It was as if he couldn’t hear them, his mind consumed by the red-hot anger that had taken over. All he could think about was how that guy had dared to insult Reema, to belittle her.
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The commotion drew a crowd, and among the onlookers was Reema. She had been walking across campus when she heard the noise, her heart sinking as she realized Jungkook was at the center of it. Pushing through the crowd, she froze when she saw him—his fists flying, his face contorted with rage, and his opponent barely able to defend himself.
“Jungkook!” she screamed, but he didn’t hear her.
Desperation surged through her as she pushed past the bystanders and threw herself at him. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him from behind, holding him tightly.
“Stop, Jungkook, please stop!” she cried, her voice breaking.
At the sound of her voice and the warmth of her touch, Jungkook froze. His fists hovered in the air, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Slowly, he turned his head, his wild eyes meeting Reema’s tear-streaked face.
“Reema,” he murmured, his voice softening.
She held onto him tightly, her arms trembling as she buried her face against his back. “Please,” she whispered. “Don’t do this. You’re hurting yourself.”
The tension in Jungkook’s body began to ease, his fists unclenching as he let her pull him away from the bloody and bruised boy on the ground. His friends quickly stepped in to diffuse the situation, but Jungkook didn’t care. All he could focus on was Reema, who was now leading him away from the scene.
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Reema guided Jungkook to the infirmary, her hands shaking as she opened the door. She didn’t say a word, too overwhelmed by the events that had just unfolded. Jungkook followed her silently, his gaze fixed on the ground.
When they reached the small medical room, she motioned for him to sit on the examination table. He obeyed, wincing slightly as he sat down. His hands were a mess—bloody and swollen from the fight.
Reema grabbed a first-aid kit and sat down beside him. Her hands hovered over his, unsure of where to start. Finally, she picked up a cotton swab and began cleaning the blood from his knuckles.
“Why did you do that?” she asked softly, her voice trembling.
Jungkook didn’t answer right away. He watched her as she worked, noticing the tears streaming down her face. Seeing her cry because of him made his chest ache.
“I couldn’t let him say those things about you,” he said finally, his voice low. “I couldn’t stand it.”
Her hands faltered, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Jungkook, you could have seriously hurt him. And yourself. Look at your hands!”
He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “I don’t care about me. I care about you.”
Reema’s breath hitched, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She put down the swab and covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Jungkook’s heart clenched. He reached out hesitantly, placing a hand on her arm. “Reema, don’t cry,” he said softly. “Please.”
She shook her head, lowering her hands to reveal her tear-streaked face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I’ve been avoiding you because… I didn’t want you to get hurt. But you still did. Because of me.”
“Reema,” Jungkook said firmly, “this isn’t your fault. None of it is. I made my own choices.”
She looked at him, her eyes filled with guilt and sadness. “But why? Why would you do all this for me?”
“Because I care about you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”
Reema’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what to say, her emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. Instead of speaking, she reached for his hands again, gently wrapping them in gauze. Her touch was soft, almost tender, and Jungkook found himself watching her with a newfound sense of calm.
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When she finished bandaging his hands, Reema sat back and wiped her eyes. “You need to promise me something,” she said, her voice steadier now.
“What?” Jungkook asked, his gaze unwavering.
“No more fights,” she said firmly. “No more getting hurt because of me.”
Jungkook hesitated, then nodded. “Okay,” he said. “But only if you promise me something too.”
“What?”
“Stop avoiding me,” he said, his tone serious. “Whatever’s going on, we’ll face it together. Don’t shut me out.”
Reema hesitated, her heart pounding. But when she looked into his eyes, filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability, she knew she couldn’t push him away anymore.
“I promise,” she said softly.
Jungkook smiled faintly, the first real smile he’d managed in weeks. For the first time in a long time, the storm inside him began to settle.
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