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43. Confused?

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No name. No signature. No clue who it was from.

My chest tightened. The bracelet. The sponsor. The strange way everything lined up. This wasn’t just some lucky coincidence anymore.

I was still staring at the bracelet when Hoseok appeared beside me, almost like he’d materialized out of thin air. His skin glistened with sweat, his breathing still a little uneven from practice, but his gaze was clear and focused on me.

I flinched and crumpled the note instinctively in my fist. “Yeah,” I lied quickly. “Just… tired.”

He sat beside me, eyes scanning my face like he could see straight through me. “You looked like you saw a ghost.”

I forced a laugh. “Not quite.”

His gaze flicked to my closed fist. “You really think it’s him?”

“I—” I hesitated, voice dropping. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m not even sure if it’s a guy.”

That made him pause.

I looked down at the envelope again. Clean. Careful. Familiar, but distant.

“I just… something about it feels personal. But not in a way I can explain.”

He nodded slowly. Then his expression shifted—his usual playful glint faded, replaced by something tighter. Protective. A little hurt.

Before he could say more, we both turned at the sound of footsteps approaching.

It was Jin, casually striding toward us, towel around his neck and a water bottle in hand.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, tone light, “but the staff are asking for you, Hobi. Something about your solo set.”

Hoseok looked like he wanted to argue, or maybe just stay a little longer. But instead, he gave me one last look.

“We’ll talk later,” he said softly, then walked off with a slightly reluctant pace.

Jin stood beside me in silence for a moment, just his presence alone grounding me. Then, with a gentle sigh, he settled onto the bench next to me, close but not crowding.

“You’ve got that ‘my world’s spinning too fast’ look,” he said quietly, his voice light but comforting. “Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?”

I let out a soft breath, the smallest laugh escaping. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Only to people who care,” he replied, his smile kind. Then his eyes softened, serious now. “You okay?”

Something about Jin—his quiet strength, his gentle patience—made the truth easier to say.

“I think… I know who sent the bracelet.”

He didn’t push, didn’t interrupt. Just waited.

“There was someone. From a while ago. Someone I cared about—a lot. But it didn’t work out. I told him to leave.”

I paused, glancing down at the bracelet in my hand.

“And now if it really is him… I don’t know. I feel like everything I tried to bury is about to come back.”

Jin nodded slowly, his gaze steady.

“Sometimes, the past sneaks back in to see if we’ve really healed,” he said. “But healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning how to live without being held down by it.”

His words were soft, but they settled in my chest like something solid. Something safe.

“You think I’m being dramatic?” I whispered.

He smiled faintly, his eyes soft in the low light. “I think you’re being human.”

A moment passed, then he gently bumped his shoulder against mine.

“And I think you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. But just in case you forget that—you’ve got me. You’ve got us. We’re not going anywhere.”

That got a real laugh out of me—shaky, watery, but real. “Wow. That was dangerously close to sounding like a Hallmark card.”

He feigned shock. “Excuse me, that was Grade A, emotionally-seasoned Jin content. Hallmark can’t afford me.”

I giggled, wiping my eyes. “Do you rehearse those speeches in front of the mirror?”

“Only on Thursdays,” he said with a proud nod. “With dramatic lighting and everything.”

I gave him a look. “Should I be worried?”

“Only if I start quoting Shakespeare mid-hug,” he said seriously. “Which, by the way, I can do.”

“No, please don’t—”

He grabbed an invisible microphone. “To cuddle or not to cuddle, that is the question—”

“Oh my God,” I groaned, pushing his arm. “You're insufferable.”

“But look at you!” he said brightly. “You were crying like the tragic lead in a K-drama, and now—boom! You’re laughing. Jin works fast.”

I smiled through my tears, shaking my head. “You’re a menace.”

“A handsome menace.”

I paused, looking at him again—this time really looking. “Thank you.”

He blinked. “For my performance?”

“For staying,” I said softly. “For listening. For being you.”

He didn’t say anything right away, but his expression changed—his eyes a little warmer, his smile quieter.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said eventually. “But... I’ll accept it, because I like hearing you say nice things about me.”

I laughed under my breath.

Then he added, more gently, “Seriously, Y/N. Whatever you feel—it’s valid. Even if it’s messy. Even if you don’t know how to say it. You’re not alone. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself.”

That made my throat tighten again, but this time, it wasn’t from pain—it was from relief.

I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I don’t deserve you.”

He wrapped an arm around me, holding me close. “Good thing you’ve got me anyway.”

“Thanks again, Jin.”

He grinned, brighter now. “Anytime, Y/N. Now, let’s go raid the snack table before Jungkook hoards all the good stuff.”

And just like that, for the first time today, the knot in my chest loosened—just a little.

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A/N
A short one guysss !!