𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 (𝓙𝓲𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴)✔

chapter 33

Jungkook's POV

“I can’t live with someone who doesn’t trust me. If you had trusted me—if you had chosen me, fought for me instead of siding with Ava—maybe things would have been different. But not anymore. I can’t do this. I won’t.” His words cut through me like a knife, each syllable a cold reminder of everything I had failed to see, everything I had taken for granted. At that moment, I felt time stop. The weight of his words crushed me, and I realized, with unbearable clarity, just how badly I had messed up.

Suga hyung had warned me countless times about Ava, but I had been too blinded by my guilt, too lost in the chaos of my own emotions, to listen. I had let Ava’s presence control me, let my misplaced sympathy drown out the most important thing in my life—Jimin.

I had been so consumed by guilt over her, over everything I couldn’t fix, that I failed to see what was right in front of me. I failed Jimin.

Jimin... my husband. The person I had always known, always trusted, always loved in my own selfish way. And yet, I took him for granted. He was always there, always understanding, always patient with me. But I had pushed him away.

Why? Why couldn’t I see this sooner?

I’ve known Jimin his whole life. I’ve seen him at his happiest, his most vulnerable. I’ve seen the way he loves, the way he gives himself completely without hesitation. So why didn’t I fight for him? Why did I let Ava’s words poison my thoughts, let my own fears control me? I should have trusted him. I should have believed in us.

And now, I’ve lost him.

I didn’t deserve him. I knew that now, and the thought of it tore me apart. But the selfish part of me, the part that couldn’t live without him, refused to accept it. I couldn’t just let him walk away. Not like this.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was run.

I raced out of the apartment, my heart pounding in my chest as my eyes scanned the streets for any sign of him. But he was nowhere to be found. My phone was in my hand before I even realized it, dialing his number without hesitation. But it went straight to voicemail. Panic started to surge in my chest.

Where was he? What if something had happened to him? What if he was hurt?

The thought of him out there alone, without protection, without me, was enough to drive me mad. I bit my nail in frustration, my mind racing.

And then, a sudden thought hit me like a freight train. What if... what if he was going back to Korea?

My breath caught in my throat, and without another second of hesitation, I ran to my car. I slammed the door shut and sped off, my hands gripping the wheel as I drove like a madman. I called my dad, but his phone went straight to voicemail. I dialed my mom instead, desperately praying she’d pick up.

“Eomma! Jimin... Jimin found out everything,” I choked out, my voice breaking as the fear of losing him flooded me.

“Really? Did you tell him?” Her voice was calm, but I could hear the concern beneath it.

“No, eomma! I didn’t tell him! It wasn’t me, it was Ava—my ex-girlfriend. She told him,” I sobbed, the words tumbling out in a rush, my chest tightening as the weight of my mistake crushed me further.

“What? How?!” Her shock was evident, but I didn’t have the time to explain every detail.

“I’ll explain later, Eomma, but please... it’s my fault. Jimin’s leaving because of me. I didn’t trust him. I failed him. Now I don’t know where he is! But I think... I think he’s going to the airport. I have to find him. I have to make things right!” The words spilled out in a desperate torrent, and I could barely catch my breath.