I Know You ✅Jungkook ff(Jungkook X Reader)

10. APOLOGY

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                                              --Jeongsri
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"Jimin Hyung, I regret my actions towards Y/n," I managed to choke out, my voice trembling as my teary eyes were glued to the ground. The weight of my regrets hung heavy in the air.

"Finally, you get it," Jimin sighed, his expression softening as he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"I'm ashamed of my conduct. She might not want to see my face now. She was terribly hurt," I confessed, each word coming out in a whisper, almost as if saying it out loud made it more real.

"She will understand you. She's not angry," Jimin replied gently, trying to lift some of the heaviness from my heart.

"But I made her cry!" I exclaimed, frustration and guilt bubbling up inside me. The thought of her tears was like a dagger to my heart.

"She is definitely hurt. But its Y/N we're talking about here. She is rather concerned about you. There hasn't been a single day when she didn't call me. And you know what she asks for? 'Is Jungkook okay?', 'How's he doing?', 'Is he much stressed?', 'How is his health?'" Jimin paused, his eyes steady on mine. "Her world revolves around only you. You have misunderstood her. Jungkook, you are never late for an apology."

I was speechless. How could anyone be so caring even after what I had done to her? My heart ached at the realization, and I fought hard to keep away my tears. "She... does?"

"Uh-huh," Jimin nodded, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad that you realized before it was too late."

In that moment, something shifted within me. A spark of hope ignited alongside my remorse. "Fine, I'll apologize today itself!" I declared, determination filling my voice.

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Y/n's Pov

It had been days since I last talked to Jungkook, and the silence between us felt heavier with each passing moment. I couldn't believe how stubborn he was being. The bright side, if I could call it that, was that he seemed to be thriving professionally, while I could barely concentrate on my studies.

As I emerged from the examination hall, a wave of nausea hit me suddenly. I rushed to the washroom, desperate to find some relief.

I splashed cold water on my face and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The sight that greeted me was unsettling—I looked like a skeleton. My eyes were nearly hidden behind dark circles, remnants of sleepless nights. My cheeks were sunken, and my hair resembled a crow's nest. The toll of late-night studying was evident, but it wasn't just the study sessions that drained me; it was the constant thoughts of Jungkook swirling in my mind.

I felt isolated, having shut myself away from friends and family. I locked myself in my room, drowning in my own sadness. Every corner of my space reminded me of him—the little things, like the songs that played on repeat in my head or the posters on my wall that showcased his vibrant smile.

I missed Jungkook more than I could articulate. His smile had always been enough to lift my spirits, to chase away the shadows that clung to me. In a desperate attempt to feel connected to him, I turned to BTS videos, hoping to relive the joy they once brought me. But instead, they only deepened the ache in my heart, making me yearn for the moments we had shared.

I felt trapped in a cycle of longing and despair, unable to escape the clutches of my emotions. The laughter and lightness of my usual life felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the silence between us.