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His eyes locked dead serious into mine. There was firmness there, but beneath it… something else. A flicker I almost missed. Was that… hope? Or was I just imagining it? My brows drew together.
“Answer me,” his voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back.
I couldn’t read him. I couldn’t read his eyes at all. And when I stayed silent, his grip on my arms tightened just enough to make me hiss under my breath. “Jungkook… you’re hurting me,” I muttered, my voice low but still enough for him to hear.
Pain was etched across my face, but he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead, he pressed again, “Answer me, y/n. Tell me.” His voice was deep, rough—like the words were scraped from somewhere raw inside him. His gaze never wavered.
Even through the pain, I saw it—that look in his eyes. A look that made it feel like I was the one hurting him… when in truth, it was the other way around..
“Nothing?” he asked, his voice low—cutting sharp, like glass.
His jaw tightened, and he repeated, slower this time, as if to carve the word into me, “Nothing… at all?” His eyes narrowed, piercing straight into mine.
I broke the stare, shifting my gaze away. That silence screamed louder than any answer I could give. With one bitter scoff, he let me go—his fingers slipping from my arms as he stepped back.
“That means… you wouldn’t care what I do?” His words pressed into me while my eyes stayed locked on the ground. “That nothing related to me…” he paused, searching my face, “…to us, would affect you anymore?”
My fists clenched tighter, nails biting into my palms until it hurt. But that pain was nothing compared to the storm inside my chest. I was bleeding—internally, invisibly—but the wound inside me was merciless, tearing me apart.
How could it not affect me? How could anything related to us not matter? It would break me a hundred times more than it would ever break you. Because I already shattered the day I saw you with her. Completely. If you had cared… you wouldn’t have done that. You wouldn’t have hurt me like that.
Finally, I forced myself to look up, swallowing the lump in my throat, holding back the tears that burned at the edges of my eyes.
“It…” my voice cracked, “…wouldn’t.”
He just stared at me in silence, lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t move. Didn’t argue. Didn’t even try to stop me. He only stood there, frozen in place, his face empty, his eyes… hollow.
Seconds passed like hours before he gave the slightest nod, stiff and detached, his expression stripped of anything human. Then, without wasting another breath, he turned and walked away.
As he passed, his shoulder brushed against mine—just barely—but he didn’t look back. Not once. Not even for a second. He just kept walking, exactly like he had promised before.
My eyes followed him, desperate, but he never turned. And in that moment, the tears I had caged for so long finally blurred my vision.
Somewhere…I believed he would stop me. He would explain himself. He might tell me why…why did he…send those papers? Why did he…not receive my calls…not even one…? But…he just…chose to let it go rather than care to explain.
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