Because I love you || Jungkook

You changed...

The final bell rings, signaling the end of class. I gather my belongings, intending to leave swiftly, but the teacher intercepts me. "We need to talk, y/n," she asserts, and I already sense the impending conversation won't be pleasant. Nevertheless, I follow her to an empty classroom, preparing for the expected interrogation. "Why did you hit her?" she asks, her gaze fixed on me. I take a moment to consider my response. "Because she insulted me," I reply, holding her gaze. Her eyes soften, acknowledging the underlying pain in my actions. "You know that's not a reason, right?" she offers, and I meet her eyes with conviction. "Because I asked for food isn't a reason to say I'm broke. Because I'm not popular and my brother is, isn't a reason to treat me like shit."

Silence follows my words, and for a moment, her gaze reflects genuine concern, prompting an unexpected question, "How are you?" No one has asked me that question in a caring manner since my parents passed away. A tear forms in my eye, but I blink it away. "It's not the question: How are you? But the question: Who do you trust the most to say you're not doing fine."

I stand up, abruptly ending the conversation. "I am doing fine, ma'am. I'll go to detention tomorrow, if that's okay for you." She nods, and I exit the building just as raindrops start to fall.Walking through the rain, I ponder why I still hold onto the hope that things can get better. The rain intensifies, soaking me completely. A car pulls up, and the window rolls down. "Get in before you get sick," Jungkook says, his words steeped with genuine concern. I reluctantly get into the car. "Hey," he starts, attempting to initiate a conversation. I remain silent. "Just drive," I urge, and he sighs. "So, you're still angry," he observes. I don't respond. "I am sorry. I know I said the two of us would sit next to each other next time. Why do you make such a big deal about it?" he asks, and I continue staring out the window.

"It's not about that," I finally respond, meeting his gaze. "Then about what? What did I do to make you angry? Again..." He questions, and the word 'again' lingers, adding a layer of complexity to our strained conversation. Why is he angry now? "Why? Why do you drop me that fast for that girl? Do I even mean anything to you?" I look into his eyes, hoping he'll see the pain that I've been carrying. His expression changes, and for the first time, I detect something other than resentment in his gaze.

"Why do you hate her so much? You know I like her. I asked her out today. She likes me too," he reveals. My heart shatters at his words, and our exchange escalates into a heated argument. "I asked her out, we are going on a date tomorrow, and there is nothing you can do about it," he declares, and my world crumbles. Tears stream down my face as I confront the realization that the person I love is slipping away. "What are you saying? That I'm gonna ruin something you want? You really think that low of me?" "Right now, I think you would. I don't know you anymore, y/n. When did you change and why?" he questions, and the car falls silent. In that moment, the street around us seems to echo the depth of my pain.

"Because I love you. Why can't you see that?" I whisper, pouring my emotions into the words. The car comes to a halt, and he looks at me, bewildered. "What? You... You love—". I exit the car abruptly, slamming the door shut, leaving behind the broken remnants of a friendship that might never be repaired. The rain continues to fall, mirroring the storm within my heart, as I grapple with the realization that my unspoken love may never be reciprocated.