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Prologue - HATE YOU 💔

It didn't happen all at once.
That's the thing people never tell you about love - it doesn't shatter in a single blow. It unravels quietly, thread by thread, moment by moment, until one day you wake up and realize the person lying next to you feels like a stranger wearing someone you used to know.

There was a time when everything with Jungkook felt easy. His laughter filled the quiet corners of your life. His presence felt like home - loud, alive, and steady. You'd tell yourself that this was what love was meant to be: something solid, something that would never slip through your fingers.

But somewhere along the way, things changed.
You stopped recognizing the tone in his voice. The conversations that once lasted until 3 a.m. turned into half-answers and long silences. You both started keeping score - who cared more, who tried harder, who stopped first.

And maybe that's how most stories like this begin to end. Not with betrayal or cruelty, but with distance. With all the things you wanted to say but didn't. With the small moments you thought didn't matter - the sighs, the slammed doors, the unspoken apologies.

You didn't notice it at first - the way love was slipping away. You thought it was just a phase, a rough patch, something you could fix with time, with patience, with enough love to make up for the cracks forming beneath the surface.

But love isn't always enough.
And sometimes, no matter how tightly you hold on, the storm still comes.

That night - the one that would change everything - didn't begin with thunder. It began the way storms always do, quietly.