|| CHAPTER - 39 ||

•|CHAPTER ~ 39 |•

•| The Illusion Of Closure |•

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Evie sat silently beside her father, her hands clenched in her lap, her throat burning with a mix of disbelief, helplessness, and rage. Her eyes were locked on the floor, but her mind was spiraling out of control.

She couldn't understand how something like this could even happen–how someone as honest and hardworking as her father, who had given years of his life to that company without ever asking for more than he deserved, could be accused of something so disgraceful.

It didn't make sense. None of it made sense.

Her father, still sitting on the worn–out sofa, looked like a man who had aged ten years in a matter of minutes. His voice was low and broken as he said, "They told me... the fine is eighty thousand dollars, Evie. I have to pay it within a week, or they'll file an official case, and everything we own might get seized... the house, the car... everything."

Evie felt the breath leave her lungs.

Eighty thousand dollars?

Her heart sank. That kind of money wasn't just out of reach–it was impossible. They were an ordinary middle-class family. There were no secret savings, no hidden properties, no rich relatives waiting in the wings. Just two people who lived paycheck to paycheck and held on to hope with bare hands.

How were they supposed to come up with that kind of money in just a week?

Tears burned behind her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. Instead, a sharp anger started to rise up from her stomach, burning through her chest. Her breathing grew uneven as she stood up from the couch without saying a word. She moved fast, almost on instinct, grabbing her jacket from the coat rack and slipping it on roughly.

Her father looked up, confused by her sudden movements. "Evie? Where are you going?"

She paused only for a second, her voice low and clipped, "Nowhere. Just out for a bit."

She bent down, shoved her feet into her sneakers, not even bothering to tie them properly, and headed for the door. Her father's voice called out again, more worried this time, "Evie—wait, where are you going? Talk to me!"

But she didn't respond. She couldn't. Her heart was beating too fast and her mind was screaming too loud. She opened the door, stepped out into the cold air, and shut it behind her before she could second-guess herself.

And then she started running.

Ran through the neighborhood streets without looking back. The cold wind hit her face, her lungs stung with each breath, but none of it mattered. Her blood was boiling. Her fists were tight. She didn't need to think twice–she knew exactly where she was going.

Taehyung.

That name echoed in her mind like a cruel joke. He had every reason, didn't he? And maybe, just maybe, this was how he decided to pay her back. But by taking away the one thing she cared about even more than herself–her father.

Her father was the humble employee under Taehyung's father, and Taehyung's family practically owned the company. It wouldn't take much for him to pull a few strings. Forge some proof. Frame her dad. Ruin his name. Ruin their life.

She kept walking–no, running - her heart pounding, her legs aching, but her determination stronger than any pain. She didn't bring any money with her, so taking a bus wasn't an option. But that didn't matter. She would walk all the way if she had to. She needed to see him. She needed answers.

After what felt like hours of walking through crowded streets and crossing blocks lined with cars and strangers, she finally reached the familiar neighborhood.

The rich colony. The same one she had visited with him a few times back when everything felt so different, so stupidly sweet and safe. It was clean, almost too perfect, with polished gates and trimmed hedges.

And there it was. His house. No–his mansion.

A tall, beautiful home that screamed money, luxury, and power. She stared at it from across the street, her chest heaving, her fingers trembling but from the storm building inside her.

She wasn't here to cry. She wasn't here to beg.

She came to confront him.

As Evie walked up to the grand iron gates of Taehyung's mansion, her hands balled into fists by her sides, her face flushed from the cold and from the storm brewing inside her. Her chest was still heaving from the long walk, but she didn't stop. She didn't hesitate. She marched right up to the front, ready to face him, to throw everything in his face and demand answers–ready to scream if she had to.

But before she could even reach the main entrance, two suited guards stepped forward, stopping her in her tracks with firm expressions. One of them raised his hand slightly, palm out. "Excuse me, ma'am, you can't go in."

"I need to see Kim Taehyung," she said instantly, her voice sharp and breathless. "It's important."

The guards exchanged a quick look, one of them clearly recognizing her. She could tell by the way his eyes on her face a second longer than necessary, as if remembering all the times she had visited before–back when everything was different. Back when she was welcomed inside.

But that recognition didn't soften them. If anything, they stood even straighter, more alert.

"He's not here," one of them said flatly. "He's out."

Evie's eyes narrowed. She wasn't stupid. She knew how this worked. "That's not true," she said, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "I know he's in there. He's avoiding me. He told you not to let me in, didn't he?"

"Ma'am," the guard said, this time with more edge, "He's not here. We're not allowed to let anyone in. Especially without an configuration."

"I'm not anyone!" she snapped, taking a small step forward. "You know who I am. You saw me here before, right? I've been in this house. I was his—" she caught herself, the word tasting bitter now. "I just need to talk to him. It's important. Please."

But they didn't move.

"We're sorry," the other guard said, clearly trying to stay calm, but not exactly patient either. "It doesn't matter what your past with him was. He's not here, and even if he was, we still wouldn't be allowed to let you in without his permission."

Evie's shoulders stiffened. Her nails dug into her palms. "Then I'll wait here," she said quietly, refusing to back down. "I'll stand here until he comes out."

"You can't do that, ma'am," one of the guards replied firmly. "This is a private residence in a private neighborhood. It won't look... appropriate."

His words hit her.

Not appropriate?

As if she was just some crazy girl causing a scene, not a broken daughter begging for justice. Not someone whose life was just ripped apart by the very man hiding behind these gates.

She tried again, her voice quieter this time, full of that silent desperation that only someone on the edge can feel. "Please... I'm just asking to see him. I'm not here to cause trouble. Just one conversation."

But the answer didn't change.

"We've told you already," one of them said, a little more irritated now. "He's not inside. And you can't wait here."

That was it.

Evie stood there for a moment, stunned by how quickly the doors of the world seemed to shut in her face. Just hours ago, her life was normal–messy, maybe, but not this. And now here she was, humiliated in front of the same gates where she once laughed with Taehyung like they had the world in their hands. Now she couldn't even get past the guards.

Her throat tightened, her vision blurred, and without another word, she turned away.

She walked slowly now, her eyes filling with hot, angry tears. Her pride had taken a blow, but it was her heart that felt shattered beyond repair.

As she walked past the iron fence, she spotted a small park tucked inside the massive residential complex. A place she hadn't really paid attention to before, but now, it felt like the only spot left where she could breathe.

She walked to the bench and sat down, her jacket barely shielding her from chill. Her arms wrapped around herself as the tears she had held in for so long finally broke free. She cried quietly at first, her face buried in her hands. But then the sobs grew louder–more raw, more painful, until it felt like her whole chest might collapse from the weight of everything.

This wasn't just about being denied entry. It wasn't even just about the fine or her father's job.

It was the betrayal. The helplessness. The feeling of being nothing to someone she once loved so deeply.

Evie had been sitting on that cold metal bench for what felt like hours, though she had no idea how much time had really passed. She had stopped crying out loud, but the tears hadn't dried completely.

She stared ahead blankly, her arms still wrapped tightly around her own body like she was trying to hold herself together. Her thoughts circled endlessly–her father's helpless face, the fine, the humiliation at the gates, and the ache in her chest that kept tightening every minute.

And then—suddenly—she heard it.

"Evie?"

Her name. Soft, uncertain. Spoken like someone wasn't entirely sure it was her but had to ask anyway.

She blinked, startled, and turned her head sharply toward the voice.

And there he was.

Standing a few steps away, wearing a dark jacket over a plain shirt, hands in his pockets, eyes holding just enough surprise to tell her he hadn't expected to see her either.

"Jungkook?" she breathed, blinking again as if her eyes were lying to her. "You? What are you even doing here?"

She stood up instinctively, her body tense, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion and disbelief. Of all people... of all places...

Jungkook raised a brow, his tone casual, almost amused. "Me? I should be asking you that. What are you doing here?"

Her jaw tightened as the mix of stress, anger, and embarrassment collided again. "Don't mess with me right now," she snapped quietly. "Are you following me or something?"

He scoffed and let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. "Following you? Seriously? I don't have time for that."

"Then why are you here?" she asked, crossing her arms. She was still on edge, trying to figure out if this was some cruel coincidence or something more.

"I live here," Jungkook said simply, shrugging. "I was just walking. This is my regular route."

Evie blinked, caught off guard again. "You... live here?"

He nodded. "Yeah. A few blocks that way. Not this exact street, but same neighborhood."

Of course. Why did that even surprise her?

Jungkook had always been wealthy, came from a high-status family. This neighborhood–filled with luxury homes and clean-cut park was exactly the kind of place he'd be tied to. And now that he mentioned it, it made sense.

But she didn't want to keep talking. Didn't want to see him. She didn't have the energy to deal with him, not today, not with everything else happening. So she turned her back to him and quietly sat back down on the bench, hoping he'd take the hint and walk away.

But he didn't.

To her surprise, she felt the bench shift slightly under his weight as he sat down right beside her.

Her head turned instantly, her brows furrowed, disbelief flashing in her expression. "Why are you sitting here?" she asked, not hiding her irritation.

Jungkook leaned back, resting his arm lazily on the top of the bench, glancing sideways at her. "Relax. It's a public bench. I didn't know you had it registered in your name."

She shot him a glare but didn't respond. She didn't have the strength to argue with him. Not right now.

"I'm not going to bite," he added, a little sarcastically. "You act like I showed up with horns."

Still, she stayed quiet. She turned her head away, eyes fixed on the tall trees in front of her, trying to ground herself. Trying not to fall apart again. But she could feel his gaze on her–silent, observant.

Jungkook didn't speak for a few moments. He just looked at her. Her slightly swollen eyes, the faint red tinge around them, the way her lips were pressed together as if she was holding something in. Her body language was stiff, guarded–too guarded. And he could tell. He could tell she had cried. That something had happened.

He knew.

He knew exactly why she was here. What had happened at her home. What she must be going through. Because he had created it all. And yet, he sat there pretending otherwise. Pretending he was just another passerby who happened to find her like this by chance.

"So..." he started after a beat, tone casual, too casual, "are you here to meet someone? I mean, this is a bit far from your place, isn't it? And kind of a weird time, and it's already afternoon."

She didn't respond.

Because she couldn't. She knew if she said even one word, even one syllable, the dam inside her might burst open again.

So she stayed silent.

And Jungkook just watched her, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. Something darker. Something he himself didn't want to acknowledge.

Jungkook shifted in his seat, then leaned in a little closer. His body turned toward her now, eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to study her face more clearly. He bent forward, just enough to meet her eye level, his expression unreadable but sharp with interest. Slowly, he reached out and tugged gently at the sleeve of her jacket, shaking it a little–like a quiet knock at her door, trying to get her attention without force.

"Hey," he said, voice softer now, laced with a casual charm that somehow made it worse. "Come on... just tell me what happened. I can see something's wrong, Evie. I'm not blind. You don't have to say everything, but you can talk to me. I'm not gonna judge you."

Evie turned her head and looked at him–finally looked at him. Her face twisted in a mixture of disbelief and suppressed rage. Her fingers twitched at her sides, her palm tightening as if her instincts screamed to slap him, to knock the smug concern off his face.

But she didn't.

Not because she didn't want to but because she didn't have the strength to deal with the mess that would follow. Getting into trouble, being seen, being judged–it wasn't worth it. Not now. Not when she was already drowning.

She let out a tired sigh, the weight in her chest pushing down even harder. "Why are you even here?" she murmured bitterly, not looking at him again. "Why are you wasting your time sitting here... with me?"

Jungkook chuckled lightly, the sound smooth and unbothered. "Oh, don't be so dramatic," he said, his lips curling into that cocky smile she had always hated . "You're not wasting my time. I've got plenty of it. More than I know what to do with, actually."

The silence that followed was heavy again. He tapped his fingers idly against the bench for a second, then said it–straightforward, but with deliberate intention.

"You're here for Taehyung, right?"

Evie's eyes narrowed immediately, her heart skipping a beat...not because she was surprised, but because she didn't want to hear it out loud. Jungkook didn't stop.

"I mean... you were his girlfriend. Sorry—used to be," he corrected, though not before letting the original word linger. "So I assumed that's why you came all the way here. Just a guess... sorry if I'm wrong."

He glanced sideways at her, trying to read her reaction. And then, almost as if he couldn't help himself, he added, "By the way... what Taehyung did to you at the farewell... that was cold. Like, really cold. I was there, I heard him. The way he ignored you, the things he said... that wasn't just bad–it was cruel. Heartless. You didn't deserve that."

That was it. That last line. It made her snap.

She stood up in one swift movement, her eyes blazing, her lips pressed tight with fury. "Why don't you just mind your own damn business?" she spat. "Focus on your own life instead of poking into mine. I don't need your sympathy, and I sure as hell don't need to hear your bullshit opinions."

She turned away from him. The humiliation, the heartbreak, the sheer exhaustion of trying to hold herself together in front of people who didn't deserve to see her like this.

But before she could take a full step forward, his hand wrapped around her wrist–tight, sudden.

She stopped.

And in the next second, he pulled her back with enough force that her body turned and she stumbled slightly into him. He stood up too, closing the distance between them.

"Wait," Jungkook said, his voice quiet. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't say it again."

His face was calm, but there was something else there too. The same twisted charm that made it hard to tell if he was comforting or cornering her.

He didn't let go.

Evie yanked her arm, trying to pull herself free from his grip, but Jungkook didn't let go. In fact, he did the exact opposite. With a swift, bold movement, he pulled her even closer. His other hand slipped around her waist, holding her in place.

The sudden closeness made her heart race in sudden action, that suffocating, trapped feeling. Her hands pressed against his chest instinctively, as if trying to create space, but he didn't budge.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped.

But Jungkook didn't step back. His hold didn't loosen. His voice, however, softened, taking on a strange, almost pleading tone. "Just stay here for a little while," he said. "Please."

That word—please—sounded foreign coming from him. Like it didn't belong on his tongue. But still, he said it again. "I just... I want to say something. You can at least listen to me."

His eyes locked with hers, and for a moment, Evie stood frozen. The intensity in his gaze–dark, deep, and unreadable–rooted her in place. She hated this. Hated how he could make her pause like this, how his presence felt so overwhelming it shut her voice down before it could come out.

"Can you just... be quiet for a few minutes?" he asked, eyes searching her face. "Drop that tough act, that attitude, just for a second. I'm not going to do anything weird. I swear. It's nothing inappropriate. I just need to say this. And if you still think I'm being a jerk or crossing the line, then you can slap me right after–seriously. I won't stop you. Just let me speak first."

Evie's jaw clenched. Her instinct was to push him away again, to tell him to go to hell. But she didn't move. Maybe it was shock. Maybe it was curiosity. Or maybe it was that she knew no matter what she said right now, he wouldn't let her go until he was done.

Jungkook exhaled. "I've been holding this in for a long time," he said, looking down briefly before meeting her eyes again. "At first, I told myself it didn't matter. I shrugged it off, pretended it wasn't bothering me. But the more I tried to forget, the more it kept creeping into my head, over and over. Restlessly."

His brows furrowed slightly, lips tightening. "You remember that day, don't you? When I said... all those disgusting things to you. In the hallway. You were new. It was just a few months ago."

Of course she remembered. How could she forget?

That day was still into her memory. Jungkook had stood there, loud and shameless in front of students, asking if she was up for a one-night stand, making lewd comments, laughing while others watched. He even asked what her 'prize' was. It had humiliated her. Infuriated her in a way she couldn't explain. She'd slapped him right then and there.

Jungkook saw the flicker in her expression and nodded. "Yeah... that day," he muttered. "You know... I've never said this to anyone. Not a single person. Fuck, I've never felt this before. But I was... guilty. Truly. Like—actually guilty. I felt like shit for what I said to you. I don't say sorry to people. I don't do guilt. But with you... it kept eating at me."

He looked away for a moment, jaw clenched, as if even admitting this bruised his ego. "I know I'm not a good person, alright? I'm arrogant. Proud. I've never cared much about who I hurt. I used to think you were like every other girl–one more name to add to the list. Girls don't reject me. They never do. But you? You looked me dead in the face and told me totally like fuck off."

He laughed softly, bitterly, like he still couldn't believe it. "It stung. My pride was shot. And then when I saw you with Taehyung... it just made it worse. It pissed me off. I was already angry, and seeing you so close to him just... triggered something. That's why I came at you like that. Why I said all that shit."

His grip on her waist tightened slightly, his voice growing low and intense again. "I swear to God, I was a complete fucking idiot. I shouldn't have said any of that. You didn't deserve it. No one does. Especially not you."

Evie's breathing was uneven now. Her throat felt dry. She didn't know what to say–not because his apology moved her, but because the way he said it was... overwhelming. His words, his closeness, his stare—it was too much. Too much pressure. She could feel herself getting sucked into something she didn't understand.

Jungkook wasn't done.

"And after that, I kept watching you," he said quietly. "Not in a creepy way, just... noticing. And I realized you weren't like that i used to thought. You were strong. You stood your ground. You had something real in you–something that made me feel like shit for ever misjudging you. And when I saw what Taehyung did to you, the way he talked to you that day... I don't know. It made me feel worse. Like all of it was my fault. Like maybe you wouldn't have ended up hurt like that if people like me didn't push you there."

He took a breath, his voice trembling just slightly now. "So yeah... I had to swallow my pride. Admit I was wrong. And I hate doing that. But for this... for you... I am. I was wrong, very fucking wrong."

His eyes locked on hers again and she couldn't able to figure out wether it is real it not.

"I'm really sorry. Truly. I mean it."

She couldn't speak. Not a single word. Her throat tightened, and her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Her mind was spinning, her heart somewhere between disgust and disbelief.

She didn't know whether to push him away or just breathe. Jungkook's presence was too consuming–his words carefully chosen, his gaze too piercing. And yet... there she stood. Stuck. Speechless. Held captive in a moment she hadn't asked for.

And Jungkook, as always, knew exactly what he was doing.

Jungkook's fingers moved slowly, brushing a loose strand of hair from Evie's face with a tenderness that didn't match the chaos he'd once caused.

His touch was soft, almost reverent, and his voice dropped into something low and husky. "You didn't deserve any of it," he murmured, eyes dark and unreadable. "Not what I did... and especially not what Taehyung did."

She froze at the sound of his voice—too close, too soft, too much.

"I know I'm the last person who should say this," he added, hand still resting near her cheek. "But watching you back then, hearing the things he said to you... it made me sick. You didn't deserve that kind of pain. You didn't deserve to be treated like that."

Evie's lips pressed into a thin line. She didn't speak. She didn't trust her voice and she sure as hell didn't trust him.

"I'm not asking you to forgive me," Jungkook whispered. "I know I don't deserve it. I just needed you to know... I regret it. Every word. Every moment. I really do."

His eyes burned into hers, magnetic and intense. His beauty, that dangerous kind of hot that drew people in even when they knew better, made it harder to look away. He wasn't just apologizing–he was performing.

Wrapping his guilt in warmth and pulling her into it.

But Evie? She didn't feel flattered. She felt cornered.

And that made her silence louder than any words she could have spoken.

Meanwhile,

The quiet walk back from the store felt like any other day. Taehyung wasn't in a rush. He had stepped out just to get some fresh air, maybe pick up a few things and clear his head.

The weather was calm, the streets quiet, and his thoughts were manageable. He didn't expect anything to change.

But as he stepped inside the gates of his home, two of his guards approached him with an unusual urgency in their posture.

"Sir," one of them said, "a girl came earlier."

Taehyung stopped mid-step. "A girl?"

"She was asking for you. Said she needed to see you... urgently."

That alone didn't mean much to him–until the next words left the guard's mouth.

"She's your friend. The one you used to bring here sometimes."

Taehyung stared at him, a slow confusion creeping over his face. He didn't bring people to his house. Ever. He never trusted anyone enough to bring them into his personal space. Except...

"Was it... Evie?" he asked, his voice just slightly uneven.

The guard nodded. "Yes, sir. That's her. She looked unwell. Like... emotionally. She seemed desperate to see you. We told her to wait here till you returned, so maybe she's still around somewhere nearby."

For a second, Taehyung didn't move. His thoughts went still, like someone hit pause on everything.

Evie.

She had come here?

He hadn't seen her in two days. Not since what happens between them. Not since she slap him and throw him out of her house.

But now she came here?

To him?

That single thought unraveled something inside him–a tight knot of bitterness and heartache he'd been holding in check. It wasn't joy. It wasn't forgiveness. It was something else–confused hope laced with lingering pain.

Maybe she wanted to talk.

Maybe she regretted what she said.

Maybe... she missed him.

Before he could overthink it, he handed the small grocery bag to the guard. "Keep this."

And then he turned, his legs moving faster than his mind could catch up.

He didn't know where he was going exactly–only that if she was out there, he needed to find her. His eyes scanned the street, then the corners, the quiet pathways he knew she might walk through. He checked the road near the gates, behind the hedges, even the side alley.

Nothing.

Until his eyes caught a familiar silhouette in the distance–two figures standing under the filtered light of the trees in the small neighborhood park nearby.

He squinted, heart starting to race.

It was her.

Even before he could clearly see her face, he knew. That was her stance. Her hair falling across her shoulder. The way she tilted her head slightly when someone was speaking.

And then his gaze shifted to the man standing close to her.

Too close.

It was Jungkook.

Taehyung's steps slowed, his body freezing.

He stood quietly, not daring to get closer. His vision focused sharply–Jungkook's hand was pressed gently against her waist, the other tucking her hair behind her ear, brushing her face with the kind of softness that twisted Taehyung's gut.

And Evie...

She didn't pull away.

She just stood there, letting him touch her. Letting him talk to her like that. And whatever Jungkook was saying–it didn't matter. Because Taehyung could see the look in his eyes.

Intent. Possessive. Focused.

And Evie wasn't stopping him.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat.

For a moment, all he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat. He felt like he was being forced to watch something that chipped away at the last piece of him he'd been trying to protect.

He had rushed out to find her.

He had believed–if only for a second–that she came for him. That maybe, despite everything, she still cared enough to face him. That maybe she wanted to fix what broke.

But now... this?

She hadn't come for him.

She had come straight back into the arms of the man she cheated with. The man she claimed she didn't know.m. She stood there willingly, letting Jungkook hold her like that–like none of it ever happened.

His chest ached with disbelief.

How stupid was he?

How pathetic was he to think she meant it when she cried in front of him, when she told him she needed him? That maybe her words had some weight?

His throat felt tight as he blinked rapidly, forcing the sting in his eyes to fade. He couldn't look at them any longer. He couldn't stand there watching her let someone else touch her like she was his.

Especially him.

He turned around slowly, jaw clenched.

Each step back toward his house felt heavier than the last. His feet dragged as if the weight of the truth had settled deep into his bones.

When he reached the gates again, he didn't even look up at the guards. His voice came out lower this time.

"If that girl comes back" he said quietly, "don't let her in. Not even past the gate. Not ever again."

The guards exchanged a quick look but said nothing. They just nodded.

And Taehyung walked inside, quietly.

Without a word.

Without looking back.