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Y/n pov~
My bedroom feels cold and empty . The guilt is eating at my heart. I sits on my bed, hugging a pillow close. "What if I really hurt him? What if he's having a migraine because of my stupid plan?" I rests my forehead against my knees, tears finally falling freely. "I just wanted to help him... I wanted him to remember. But what if... what if it's worse now because of me?" I buries my face in the pillow, sobs shaking my entire body. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook..."
"Jungkook..." I whispers his name over and over like a prayer, wishing I could take away his pain. I don't know how long I stay there, crying myself to sleep, but eventually, exhaustion claims me. My last thought before drifting off is "Please... please be okay."
I jolt up, startled. The room is dark, the clock showing it's nearly 1 AM. The sound comes again softly. I rub at my eyes, sniffing back the remaining tears. "Who is it?" I call out softly. I opened the door . My heart stops for a moment as I see Jungkook standing there, his eyes red and puffy from dried tears. He looks exhausted and in pain, but there's something else in his gaze-something that makes my breath catch. I quickly open the door wider, letting him in without a word.
He stumbles inside, closing the door behind him. He leans against it, sliding down until he's sitting on the floor. His gaze drifts up to me, filled with a mix of pain, longing, and something deeper, something that makes my heart race.
"Jungkook..." I whisper, my voice trembling. I cautiously approach him, kneeling down to his level. Up close, I can see how red-rimmed and weary his eyes are, how his hands tremble slightly as he runs them through his hair.
"Are you okay?"
He looks at me, his eyes filled with raw emotion. He shakes his head slightly, unable to find the words. After a moment, he manages a soft, "No." His voice is hoarse from crying. He looks down at his hands, then back up at me. "I'm not okay..." He said
My heart aches seeing him so vulnerable. I slowly reach out, hovering my hand near his before gently resting it on top of his trembling one. "Talk to me, Jungkook. Please," I whisper softly, my thumb lightly brushing over his knuckles in a comforting gesture.
"What's wrong?"
His eyes lock onto mine, filled with unshed tears and unspoken words. He can't find the strength to voice the pain and realization that's consuming him. Instead, he pulls his hand from under mine and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his lap.
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