18

Four weeks later, Mina had been nagging you relentlessly, refusing to take no for an answer.

"Y/n, please!" she whined for the tenth time, dramatically flopping onto your couch.

"No," you said flatly, arms crossed as you sat beside her.

Mina groaned, grabbing a pillow and smacking you with it. "Why not? We're all going! You have to come!"

You caught the pillow before she could hit you again and tossed it aside. "I don't have to do anything."

Mina sat up, narrowing her eyes. "Oh my god, is it because you don't wanna see Jungkook fight?"

You hesitated, then shrugged. "I just... don't see the point. He's a boxer—I already know he fights."

Mina gasped, pointing at you accusingly. "You're scared! You don't wanna see him get hit!"

"I never said that," you mumbled, looking away.

She smirked. "You're so obvious."

You groaned. "Mina, it's his thing. I don't wanna intrude or—"

"Intrude?" She cut you off with a laugh. "Y/n, this isn't some private event. He wants people there. He probably expects you to be there."

Your stomach twisted at that thought.

Mina saw your expression and scooted closer. "Look, I get it. You guys have been weird lately. But if you don't go, it's just gonna make things more awkward."

You sighed, rubbing your temples.

"Everyone's going," she reminded you. "Me, Hobi, Yoongi... Even Suri."

You snorted. "Oh, if Suri's going, then I definitely shouldn't."

Mina rolled her eyes. "Ugh, don't be like that." Then her expression softened. "Just come. Even if it's just to watch and leave after. No one's forcing you to stay the whole night."

You bit your lip, feeling conflicted.

Mina gave you her best puppy-dog eyes. "Pretty please?"

You knew about Jungkook's big boxing event. He had talked about it countless times, his excitement clear in the way his eyes lit up and how he'd go on about his training, his opponent, his strategies.

But now?

Now, you lacked the respect to go.

Why should you? He hadn't even spoken to you in four weeks. No texts, no calls, no signs that he even remembered you existed. After everything, after the way he had touched you, the way he had looked at you—he had just dropped off the face of the earth.

And yet, Mina had been nagging you for hours, begging you to come with the rest of the group.

"Y/n, please," she groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. "We all got tickets! It's literally his fight, and you're not even gonna show up?"

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. "Why should I?"

Mina scoffed, like the answer was obvious. "Because it's Jungkook! This is huge for him, and you know it!"

You rolled your eyes, turning away. "If it's so huge, maybe he should've talked to me instead of disappearing like I don't exist."

She sighed, softening. "Okay, I get it. He's being an ass. But Y/n, you care. And I know you do, so stop pretending you don't."

You swallowed hard.

Did you really want to see him? Did you really want to sit there, watch him fight, act like things weren't weird between you?

Mina nudged you playfully. "Come on. Just go. If not for him, then for me."

You groaned. "Mina—"

She smirked. "And maybe you'll see something that'll help you figure out what the hell is going on in that man's head."

You paused, chewing on your lip.

Did you really want to know?

Four weeks had passed, and things between you and Jungkook had grown strangely distant.

You barely saw him. No more random visits, no more lingering glances, no more teasing comments that made your stomach flip. It was like he had vanished—or worse, like he was avoiding you.

At first, you brushed it off, convincing yourself he was just busy with training. But after days turned into weeks, you started to wonder.

Did I do something wrong?

Or was it just that? Just a casual thing to him?

You didn't get it. He had held you, touched you like he wanted you, whispered things that felt too real to be just meaningless. And yet... silence.

Maybe it had been stupid of you to think you were different. Maybe you were just another name on his list, another warm body to pass the time with.

The thought made your chest tighten.

And now, after all this time, you were supposed to just show up to his fight and pretend everything was normal? Like nothing had happened?

You let out a frustrated sigh, staring at your phone.

No texts. No calls.

Nothing.

And still, no matter how much you told yourself you shouldn't care—you did.

You didn't want to look desperate, like you cared too much. But at the same time, you did care.

It wasn't even about the stupid favor anymore. Even if that was all it ever was to him, even if what you had wasn't serious, he could have at least had the decency to acknowledge you. A simple text. A nod if he saw you outside. Something.

You weren't asking for a damn love confession, just some basic respect.

Mina watched you carefully, her expression unreadable. "You're thinking about it."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I just don't get it. He sleeps with me and then nothing? Not even a 'hey, what's up'? I don't care if it was casual—he's my neighbor."

"Exactly," she nodded. "And you're telling me you don't want to look him in the face and force him to acknowledge you?"

You narrowed your eyes at her.

She grinned. "Y/n, babe. You know you do."

And ugh. She was right.

You exhaled through your nose, crossing your arms. "Fine. But I swear, if he acts like he doesn't know me, I'm leaving."

Mina practically jumped with excitement, linking her arm with yours. "That's all I needed to hear. Now, let's figure out what you're wearing, because if Jungkook wants to act like an idiot, you're gonna make sure he regrets it."

You shift your weight onto one foot, crossing your arms. "I'm not doing all that, Mina. I'm not gonna be petty and try to make him regret anything. If he doesn't want to talk to me, then what's the point?"

Mina groans, throwing her hands in the air. "The point is that he's ignoring you for no reason! You're just gonna let him get away with that?"

"I mean, yeah?" You shrug. "What else am I supposed to do? Beg for his attention? No thanks."

She rolls her eyes. "Okay, fine, not regret, but at least go there looking good—so good he won't be able to not notice you."

You sigh. "Mina—"

"Just go, Y/n. See him. Get some answers. And if he really acts like you don't exist? Then you'll know exactly where you stand."

Although you desperately didn't want to go, a small part of you felt like you needed to. Maybe it was the unresolved tension, maybe it was the fact that all your friends were going, or maybe—just maybe—it was because Mina wouldn't stop being so damn annoying about it.

"You're gonna thank me for this later," Mina sings, flipping through your closet like it's her own personal shopping spree.

"I doubt it," you mumble, sitting on the edge of your bed, arms crossed.

She pulls out a sleek outfit and holds it against your body, tilting her head. "Too casual. We need something that says I'm not here for you, but also, you'll never find another like me."

You groan. "I should just wear a hoodie and sweatpants."

Mina gasps, clutching her chest dramatically. "Blasphemy. You are not walking into a place where Jungkook is half-naked and sweaty looking like you just rolled out of bed."

"I am rolling out of bed," you deadpan. "I'd rather be asleep."

Mina ignores you, tossing a fitted top and jeans at you. "Try this on."

With a deep sigh, you take the clothes and head to the bathroom, mumbling, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

But deep down, you could. Because as much as you wanted to pretend you didn't care—part of you did.

You take a moment to look at the outfit, noticing how the white corset crop top hugs your frame perfectly, giving you that elegant yet sultry look, while the low-waisted jeans accentuate your waist and hips. It's not something you would usually pick, but damn, Mina was right—it did look good. You just didn't know if you were ready to step into that kind of vibe today, especially with everything going on.

You take a deep breath before slipping into the outfit, giving yourself one last look in the mirror. You can't deny it; you look great. The crop top shows just enough skin without overdoing it, and the jeans feel like they were tailored for you.

When you step out of the bathroom, Mina's eyes immediately widen.

"Wow," she breathes, hands clasped together in excitement. "I knew it! You're killing it."

You give yourself a quick once-over. "I feel like I'm about to attend a fashion show, not a boxing match."

Mina grins. "That's the point! You're going to turn heads, trust me."

You force a smile. "Let's just hope Jungkook doesn't turn his head and pretend he doesn't know me."

Mina places a hand on your shoulder, her face suddenly softer. "He's dumb if he does. You look amazing. Besides, you don't need him to notice for you to be worth noticing."

You stepped into Mina's car, feeling the soft leather of the seat against your legs as she started the engine. The heels you were wearing clicked softly with every movement, a reminder of the effort you put into looking presentable for the night. As you settled in, your hand rested on your white bag, trying to ignore the lingering nausea that had been bugging you all day.

Mina glanced at you, noticing your unease. "You okay?" she asked, her voice full of concern. You just gave a small nod, though the discomfort in your stomach wasn't something you could fully ignore.

The drive felt long, and as you approached the venue, you could see the bright lights from a distance, the buzz of excitement in the air. Mina's excitement was infectious, and it made you feel a little better. You reminded yourself that you were doing this for your friends, for the night out, and you'd be okay. You could handle it.

You instinctively placed your hand on your lower stomach as you walked, the pressure there offering you some sort of comfort. The sensation of nausea still lingered, threatening to make its way back, but you pushed it down, determined to not let it ruin the night. Mina was already ahead of you, her excitement palpable as she led the way toward the entrance of the event.

You kept quiet, not wanting to worry her, even though the discomfort in your stomach was starting to get worse. It had been going on for far too long now, and you weren't sure what was causing it. You didn't want to burden Mina with it, especially with everything going on. She was too happy and excited, and you didn't want to spoil that.

"Are you coming?" Mina called out, turning back to see you standing a little behind, lost in your thoughts. You nodded, forcing a smile.

"Yeah, just a little... tired," you said softly, trying to sound convincing. You didn't want her to press further.

Mina smiled and linked her arm with yours, pulling you gently forward. "Well, tonight's gonna be fun. Just try to relax. Jungkook's gonna be amazing, you'll see."

You couldn't help but feel a small flutter at the mention of his name, but you quickly brushed it off, focusing on not letting your nausea take over. The last thing you wanted was for the night to be remembered as the one where you got sick in front of everyone.

You made a quiet mental note to yourself, deciding that once the night was over, you'd make a doctor's appointment. The constant nausea and vomiting felt like something more than just a bad stomach, maybe even food poisoning. You couldn't ignore it any longer, especially with how long it had been going on.

The thought of dealing with it was overwhelming, but you couldn't push it aside any longer. Maybe the doctor could help figure out what was wrong.

For now, you focused on the evening ahead, determined not to let your discomfort take over. You followed Mina through the crowd, her excitement infectious, and tried your best to block out the constant churn in your stomach.

Once you and Mina made it through the ticket check, you both headed toward the center, where the buzz of excitement was in the air. As you walked into the area, you spotted your friends and immediately made your way toward them.

Hugs were exchanged, and the excitement was contagious. You could feel the energy building as everyone chatted about the event.

"You finally made it!" Hobi said, grinning as he gave you a quick hug.

"We've been waiting for you!" Suri added, her face lighting up. Jungkook's name was mentioned a few times by the others, and the anticipation for the upcoming match was palpable.

Even though you tried to push away the unease in your stomach, you couldn't help but feel a little out of place, still wondering what was going on between you and Jungkook. The fact that you hadn't spoken to him in weeks made it all the more confusing.

But for now, you decided to enjoy the evening with your friends and forget about the tension. They were all so happy and hyped up, it was hard not to let their energy rub off on you.

Yoongi grinned, looking over at you with a knowing smile. "I remember the first time I went to see Jungkook fight," he said, glancing back at you. "It was with you when he invited us both."

The way he said it made it clear that he remembered the moment well, but it also made your stomach flip. You couldn't help but feel a little awkward hearing Yoongi bring it up, especially since things had been so distant with Jungkook lately.

Mina nudged you playfully. "Yeah, you two seemed so into it," she added, teasing. "Maybe it'll be fun to watch tonight too."

You gave a small smile, not quite sure how to respond. You didn't want to dwell on it too much, so you just nodded along.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," you said, trying to match their enthusiasm, though your mind couldn't help but drift back to Jungkook.

Yoongi's grin widened as he imitated the scene, standing up straight and flexing his arms like he was in the ring. "You should've seen it," he said dramatically, his voice lowering to a near whisper, "the whole crowd went dead silent when Jungkook landed that punch. It was like everyone thought he knocked the guy out cold." Yoongi dropped his hands to his sides, leaning forward slightly for effect. "And then... BAM! The place erupted when he won. I swear, it felt like the building was shaking with how loud the cheers were."

He exaggerated the actions, his movements fast and sharp, making everyone laugh. Mina was giggling, trying to hold back her laughter as she watched Yoongi's performance.

You couldn't help but smile at Yoongi's antics, but part of you felt a little heavy. Jungkook's last fight seemed so intense, and hearing about it again made you wonder where things stood between you two. Your thoughts drifted, but you snapped yourself out of it when Mina nudged you.

"Are you gonna cheer for him tonight?" Mina asked with a teasing smile.

You paused for a moment, unsure how to answer. "Yeah, of course," you said, trying to sound confident. "He's a great fighter."

Yoongi caught your tone and raised an eyebrow. "You don't sound so sure," he teased, but you just shrugged it off, not wanting to get into it. The night was about enjoying the event, not overthinking anything.

The energy in the arena was electric, with fans buzzing everywhere, all eager to get the best spots. People were running around with signs of their favorite fighters, waving them frantically in the air. The noise was deafening, a sea of excited cheers and shouts echoing throughout the place. You could feel the adrenaline in the air as people pushed past you, desperately trying to get to their seats before the event started.

Mina squeezed your hand, her excitement infectious. "This is insane!" she yelled over the noise. "I can't believe we're finally here!"

You nodded, trying to match her enthusiasm, but the reality of the situation hit you hard. There, amidst all the chaos and cheers, was Jungkook, in the spotlight, doing what he was best at. You couldn't help but feel a little nervous, not knowing exactly what to expect or how to act after the way things had been between the two of you.

As you and Mina found your seats, the crowd around you continued to build in energy, everyone eager for the fight to start. The lights dimmed slightly as the announcers began to hype up the fighters, and the intensity in the air grew even more.

"Are you okay?" Mina asked, noticing the way you were fidgeting in your seat.

"Yeah, just... a little nervous," you admitted, trying to shake off the unease. You had come to see Jungkook fight, and there was no turning back now.

The lights in the arena dimmed, and the loudspeakers crackled to life, filling the space with an electrifying energy. The crowd roared in anticipation as the announcer's voice echoed through the arena, hyping up the event.

"Welcome, everyone, to tonight's main event!" the announcer's voice boomed, and the crowd's cheers only grew louder. "This is a live event, streaming worldwide, and we have an exciting match ahead. In one corner, we have the undefeated champion, a true powerhouse in the ring, with numerous titles and years of experience—give it up for Brad 'The Beast' Taylor!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, some fans waving signs with the opponent's name, but you couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of nervousness building up inside. You knew how serious the competition would be.

"And in the other corner," the announcer continued, the energy shifting in the arena, "we have a fighter who needs no introduction. A rising star, known for his incredible strength and lightning-fast reflexes, the man who's been shaking the world of boxing—please welcome, the one and only, Jungkook!"

The crowd went wild, your heart racing as the lights shifted to reveal Jungkook making his entrance. You caught sight of him for the first time in the ring, his presence dominating the space. His focus was intense, his gaze never wavering as he prepared for the fight. The sight of him, the way he moved, his aura, made the butterflies in your stomach do flips.

Mina noticed your distracted look and smirked, nudging you lightly. "He's not just any boxer, you know? He's a beast."

You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, and despite the nervousness inside you, you felt a strange pride for him as he made his way toward the ring.

The fight was about to begin, and everything around you seemed to fade into the background as the bell rang, signaling the start of the match.

As Jungkook entered the ring, his eyes narrowed in concentration, his body poised for action. You couldn't help but notice how the color red seemed to dominate his presence. It wasn't just his gloves, his shorts, or even the branding on his gear—Jungkook wore red like it was part of him. The blood-red hue seemed to match his intensity, his hunger for victory, and the primal side of him that came alive when he stepped into the ring.

You remembered a conversation you'd had with him some time ago, when he had shared that red wasn't just a favorite color. It was his color. The way it made him feel connected to the fight, to the aggression, and to the raw power he unleashed when he was in the ring. Jungkook had told you that he liked seeing his opponents bleed—seeing them feel the weight of his power, of his dominance. It was how he measured his success, not just by winning, but by making them bleed.

The thought left a strange knot in your stomach. You knew how brutal he could be when he fought, how focused and relentless he was in that environment. His drive wasn't just about winning; it was about crushing the other fighter's will, making them feel the force of his strength. And that blood-red, the blood of his opponents, symbolized his dominance.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the fight, you found it hard to take your eyes off him. Jungkook's movements were swift and precise, like a predator hunting its prey. Every punch, every dodge, every calculated strike seemed to be executed with deadly purpose. The way his muscles tensed, the fire in his eyes—it was clear that for him, this wasn't just a sport. This was his world.

The crowd roared as Jungkook landed a clean blow, and you saw his opponent stumble. For a moment, you felt a flicker of worry, but then you remembered—Jungkook thrived in this chaos, in this bloodshed. This was his arena.

As the fight continued, the energy in the arena was electric. Yoongi and Suri were absolutely losing it, screaming Jungkook's name with every powerful punch he threw. Yoongi's voice cut through the noise, wild and full of excitement, his usual calm demeanor completely stripped away in the thrill of the fight. "That's it, Jungkook! Knock him out!" he shouted, his eyes glued to the ring.

Suri, not one to be outdone, was jumping up and down, clapping and yelling. "You got this, Jungkook! Show them who's boss!" Her cheers were like firecrackers, full of energy, matching the intensity of the fight in front of them.

The two of them had always been huge supporters of Jungkook, but today, in the heat of the moment, they were practically vibrating with excitement. Their enthusiasm was contagious, and it only added to the overwhelming atmosphere in the arena. People around you were shouting, but Yoongi and Suri's voices rose above the rest, full of raw energy and adrenaline.

As you watched Jungkook dominate his opponent, you felt a strange mix of admiration and unease. You knew how much this meant to him, but there was something about his intensity—his desire to make his opponents bleed—that made you feel uneasy. Still, you couldn't deny the respect you had for his skills, the way he controlled the ring with such ease. You just wished, in the back of your mind, that he'd be able to find a balance between this violent side of him and the man you knew outside the ring.

The arena erupted into chaos as the final punch landed. The sound of it echoed, followed by the sickening thud of the opponent hitting the mat. The crowd went wild, screaming and chanting Jungkook's name, their cheers deafening. In the ring, Jungkook stood tall, chest heaving, sweat and blood splattered across his face. The opponent lay motionless, a pool of blood spreading beneath him, and the referee quickly waved his hands, declaring Jungkook the victor.

The lights above flickered as the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, "And your winner, by knockout... Jungkook!" The crowd exploded again, some in awe, others in shock, but everyone was on their feet. Jungkook raised his fists into the air, his expression cold but full of pride. There was a sense of satisfaction in his eyes, as if this victory was more than just a win—it was a statement.

You felt the air in the stadium shift as the crowd's cheers grew louder, a mix of admiration and fear. Yoongi and Suri were still screaming, bouncing around in their excitement, but you felt a twinge of discomfort.

The camera crew quickly moved in, their bright lights flashing as they circled around Jungkook. One of the reporters held the microphone up to his mouth, eager to get his thoughts after the intense fight. Jungkook stood confidently, his eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and cold determination.

"How do you feel after that victory, Jungkook?" the reporter asked, her voice carrying over the roar of the crowd behind them.

Jungkook smirked, wiping the sweat and blood from his forehead with the back of his hand. He paused for a moment, scanning the faces around him before he spoke, his voice steady and calm.

"I feel great," he replied. "I already knew I could win. This is what I train for every day. I'm not surprised. I was born for this."

His tone was confident, almost detached. The crowd's cheers seemed to fade into the background as he spoke, the only thing on his mind being the win. The way he looked at the camera felt almost like he was looking through it, not at it. It was as if he was in his own world, where victory was expected, not celebrated.

The reporter nodded, impressed by his poise, though she couldn't help but notice the cold edge in his eyes. "You seemed to really dominate out there. Any thoughts on your opponent?"

Jungkook's gaze shifted briefly to where his opponent was being attended to, the man still lying on the mat, surrounded by paramedics. There was no visible emotion in his face as he spoke.

"He was tough," Jungkook said, his voice void of any real concern. "But I'm better. That's all that matters."

The camera crew continued to film, capturing every word, every expression. But the more Jungkook spoke, the more you began to notice the distance in his demeanor. There was no joy, no excitement—just a calm, almost chilling confidence.

As the crew finally moved on, you couldn't shake the feeling that Jungkook had changed. His words, his actions—they felt distant, calculated. The victory didn't seem to bring him the sense of fulfillment you expected. Something was off, and as you watched him walk away, the unease in your stomach only deepened.

Yoongi grinned, glancing over at the group as he leaned back in his seat, his phone in hand. "I just messaged Jungkook, told him we're here watching and supporting him. It shouldn't be too long before he sees it—he'll know we're all here."

Mina and Suri nodded eagerly, their excitement still palpable from the adrenaline of watching Jungkook's fight. Everyone else in the group was buzzing too, exchanging excited murmurs and words of encouragement for Jungkook.

"Good, he should know we're all here," Suri said, her eyes wide with admiration for Jungkook. "He really killed it out there. I bet he'll be so pumped to know we saw him win."

Yoongi chuckled, leaning back a little further. "Yeah, he'll definitely appreciate it. But he probably won't show it. You know how he is—always calm, never really shows much emotion."

You felt a slight knot in your stomach as Yoongi's words lingered. Jungkook's calm demeanor had been even more apparent tonight. You had seen it up close, the detachment, the way he seemed almost unaffected by his victory. It made you uneasy, as if something was missing from the person you had gotten to know, or maybe even the person you thought he was.

"Still," Yoongi added, glancing at his phone again. "It's always nice to show up for him. Let him know we've got his back, no matter what."

You nodded, forcing a smile, though the sense of discomfort didn't go away. Yoongi's phone buzzed again, and he looked at the screen with a slight grin.

"He saw the message," he said, showing the group the notification. "He said thanks and to wait for people to get us to see him!"

Your stomach dropped as you read Jungkook's message again, the words echoing in your mind. "Wait until his bodyguards come and get them to bring them into the room."

A wave of unease washed over you, and you couldn't quite pinpoint why. It wasn't like Jungkook to be this formal, this distant, even after everything that had happened between you two. The thought of his bodyguards showing up, escorting you to him, felt like a stark reminder of the boundaries he had set up between you two—like you were just another guest, another visitor to be ushered in and out.

You tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered, thick and uncomfortable in your chest. You glanced at Mina, who was still grinning from the excitement of the fight, and Yoongi, who was leaning back with his arms crossed, waiting for the next move.

"Everything okay?" Yoongi asked, his tone softer than before as he caught your tense expression. He could tell something was off.

"Yeah, just..." You trailed off, trying to gather your thoughts. "It's just a little weird, that's all. I didn't expect it to be so... formal."

Mina looked at you with a raised brow, the excitement slowly fading from her face. "What do you mean? He's just being professional, right?"

You nodded, but the words didn't feel right coming out of your mouth. "Yeah, just... haven't seen him in a while, and I don't know. I guess I thought we'd talk more, not have all this... security."

"Y/n," Yoongi spoke up, his voice steady and calming. "Jungkook is a big deal now. You know he has to keep things professional. It's not about you. It's just his world now."

You swallowed hard, trying to take in Yoongi's words. You knew he was right. Jungkook had changed, his life was different now. But it didn't make the reality of the situation feel any easier to accept.

Mina squeezed your arm, trying to reassure you. "You're overthinking it. You two are close. This is just how things are now. He's still Jungkook."

You weren't sure if that was what you needed to hear, but before you could respond, your phone buzzed again.

It was a message from Jungkook.

"Bodyguards will be there in 5. Get ready."

Your heart raced. Everything felt so different now. You didn't know what you were walking into. You only hoped Jungkook was still the same, despite all the changes.

As you walked down the hallway with Mina and Yoongi, everything seemed to blur around you. The noise of the crowd, the thrum of excitement in the air, it all felt distant now. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear, pounding loudly in your chest. Every step felt heavier than the last, like you were walking towards something you weren't sure you were ready for.

The bodyguards led the way, their presence both comforting and intimidating. They were professional, but their stoic expressions did little to ease your growing anxiety. Mina was chatting away, completely oblivious to the unease creeping up your spine, while Yoongi walked quietly beside you, glancing over with a raised brow.

"Y/n, you alright?" Yoongi asked softly, his eyes flicking over to you, his tone genuine.

You nodded quickly, trying to shake off the tight feeling in your chest. "Yeah, just... a little nervous."

"Don't be," Mina chimed in, her voice light and carefree. "Jungkook's a cool guy. He'll be glad you're here."

But her words didn't reach you. The closer you got to Jungkook's room, the more you felt like something was slipping away, something you couldn't quite grasp. You weren't sure if it was the formality of the whole situation, the barrier that had been put up around him, or if it was just the weight of everything that had happened between you two.

Finally, you reached the door. One of the bodyguards knocked, and within moments, it opened, revealing Jungkook standing in the doorway.

For a split second, time seemed to freeze. He looked just like you remembered, but different at the same time—distant, almost like he was a stranger you once knew well. His eyes met yours, and you could see the flicker of something there, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

"Hey," he said, his voice steady, but his eyes didn't linger on you for long.

"Jungkook," Yoongi greeted, clapping him on the shoulder with a smile. Mina followed up, giving him a friendly hug and speaking about how great the match was. But you stayed silent, trying to read his expression.

Jungkook stepped aside, allowing the four of you to enter. The room was sleek, polished, nothing out of the ordinary for someone in his position. But it felt cold. Professional. Detached.

You followed Yoongi and Mina inside, but you felt like you were standing at a distance, as if there was a barrier between you and Jungkook that you couldn't cross.

As you made your way to the couch, Jungkook closed the door behind you, his movements deliberate, measured. He sat across from you all, but his focus seemed to be elsewhere, his hands resting casually on his lap as if everything was just another day at work.

"Thanks for coming," he said, but it felt like a formality. A polite gesture, not the warm greeting you were hoping for.

Mina and Yoongi exchanged glances, their smiles faltering for a brief moment. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable.

"So..." Mina began, breaking the silence, "What's next? Are you celebrating your win tonight?"

Jungkook nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yeah. Got a few things to take care of, but it's a win."

You couldn't help but wonder if he even saw you in the same way anymore. His distant demeanor felt like a wall that you couldn't break through. It wasn't like before, when the connection felt easy, natural. Now, it felt like you were just another part of the crowd, another face in the background.

And you hated that. You hated how everything between you two seemed so... forced now.

Trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling, you spoke up, your voice softer than you meant it to be. "Congrats on the win, Jungkook."

He met your gaze briefly, his eyes flickering with something—maybe appreciation, maybe something else—but it was gone before you could even process it.

"Thanks," he replied, his tone neutral.

You wanted to say more. You wanted to ask why everything felt so different now. But instead, you stayed silent, hoping for some sign from him. Some sign that he still saw you as more than just a neighbor.

Suri's sudden excitement caught everyone off guard. She jumped up, throwing her arms around Jungkook with a big grin on her face. "Congratulations!" she exclaimed loudly, her energy filling the room.

Jungkook froze for a moment, clearly taken by surprise. His arms hung at his sides, unsure of how to respond at first, before he awkwardly wrapped them around her for a brief, stiff hug. His eyes flickered nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the spontaneous display of affection.

"You're amazing, seriously! You were incredible out there!" Suri gushed, pulling away slightly, still beaming at him. "I'm so proud of you, Jungkook!"

Jungkook gave her a small, slightly forced smile, but you could see the tension in his posture, the way he shifted uncomfortably. He was never a fan of too much attention, and moments like this clearly weren't his favorite, especially after such an intense fight.

"Thanks," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. His gaze shifted toward the floor for a moment before he cleared his throat and looked back at Suri. "But it's just a fight. Nothing special."

Mina, noticing the awkwardness of the moment, quickly jumped in with a playful smile, trying to ease the tension. "You're being humble, Jungkook! That was a total knockout. No one could deny it."

Suri backed off, still smiling but giving him some space now. "You should really celebrate, though," she added, "You've earned it!"

The moment lingered in the air, heavy with the awkwardness between everyone. Jungkook remained seated, running a hand through his damp hair, trying to shake off the discomfort of the hug.

You watched it all unfold, wondering if maybe it was just that, the physical exhaustion from the fight combined with the interactions that felt more like obligations than genuine warmth. Jungkook didn't seem his usual self, and it made you question even more why everything felt so different now.

"Yeah...maybe later," Jungkook mumbled in response to Suri's comment, his gaze shifting to the window as if lost in thought.

It was clear that his mind was elsewhere, and you couldn't help but feel that growing distance between you and him once again.

Yoongi's eyes lit up with an idea, a mischievous grin forming on his face. "How about we all go to the club tomorrow to celebrate?" He glanced at Jungkook, who was still catching his breath after the fight, but seemed to be warming up to the idea of unwinding. "You deserve a good celebration, man."

Jungkook's expression softened, his tiredness from the fight still visible but the thought of a night out piqued his interest. "Yeah... sounds good. I could use a drink after that." He ran a hand through his hair, looking at the others. "Tomorrow works."

Mina, hearing that, immediately perked up. "Oh, that sounds amazing! We can all celebrate properly." She nudged you playfully. "Let's go! It'll be so much fun."

Suri chimed in, "Definitely! We'll have a blast."

You couldn't help but feel a little uncertain. The idea of a club sounded like a lot of noise and chaos after everything that had happened, but you didn't want to be the odd one out, especially when everyone was so excited. You looked over at Jungkook, trying to read his expression.

"I guess... if everyone else is going, I'll tag along," you said, your voice hesitant.

Yoongi, already excited about the plan, clapped his hands together. "Perfect! We'll all meet up tomorrow night. It's going to be fun. I'll take care of the details."

As Yoongi started making arrangements, you found yourself wondering how the night would unfold, especially now that things with Jungkook still felt unresolved. Would tonight finally give you the answers you were looking for? Or would it just lead to more confusion? Only time would tell.

The air buzzed with excitement as Yoongi and Mina huddled together, brainstorming different clubs to call. Mina's voice bubbled with enthusiasm, throwing out ideas and locations that might suit the celebration. Meanwhile, Suri had clung onto Jungkook, her arm draped over his shoulder as she chatted with him animatedly. Despite her attempts to draw his attention, Jungkook's gaze was distant, his mind clearly elsewhere.

He nodded occasionally to acknowledge her words, but his focus seemed to waver, flicking towards the exit, lost in thought. His body language was relaxed, but you could sense a subtle tension in the way he avoided her gaze.

You stood a few steps away, watching them interact, wondering if there was more to Jungkook's silence than just exhaustion from the fight. His disinterest in Suri, who was clearly trying to engage him, caught your attention.

Mina turned to you with a grin, catching you off guard. "What do you think, Y/n? Should we go for something chill, or do you want to hit somewhere wild?"

Before you could answer, Yoongi raised a hand, giving Mina a knowing look. "Let's keep it low-key for now. Let's just enjoy the night, no need for chaos."

You nodded, though part of you wondered how "low-key" it would actually be with everyone's energy running high after Jungkook's win.

Jungkook seemed to notice your gaze on him and for a split second, his eyes met yours. There was a flicker of something—was it regret? Confusion? It was hard to tell.

"Everything okay?" Yoongi asked, noticing the shift in the atmosphere.

You forced a smile, trying to shake off the unease. "Yeah, just thinking about tomorrow."

Jungkook finally turned his full attention back to the group, his hand subtly brushing through his hair. "Tomorrow should be fun," he said, though his tone was flat, almost guarded.

Suri continued to chat on, but you couldn't help but feel the tension hanging in the air. Would tomorrow really bring everyone together, or would it just amplify the distance between you and Jungkook?

Your eyes stayed fixed on your phone, fingers absentmindedly scrolling through the screen as the group around you buzzed with energy. But inside, a quiet frustration brewed. Jungkook's behavior was starting to get to you. He'd been distant, avoiding your gaze and acting indifferent ever since the fight, and now he was acting as if everything was fine. You could feel the tension between you both, an unspoken weight in the room that made it hard to ignore.

You couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed—he had changed. What happened to the guy who used to smile easily, who shared moments with you without hesitation? Now he was cold, detached, and you hated how much it bothered you.

You could feel your heartbeat slightly quicken, the annoyance bubbling up as you looked up briefly to catch a glimpse of him. He was standing with the group, chatting with Yoongi, laughing at something Mina said, and yet you could sense the wall he'd built between you two. The way he laughed, but his eyes never seemed to meet yours. It was like he was doing everything he could to avoid a conversation that was long overdue.

Mina caught your gaze for a second, and you quickly looked down, pretending to focus on your phone, trying to mask your feelings. She probably wouldn't understand how much this was starting to bother you. How could you explain that this silence, this distance, felt like a void slowly pulling you under?

You let out a quiet sigh, wondering if it was worth addressing it or if you should just let it go and enjoy the night. But deep down, you knew ignoring it wouldn't make things better. Something needed to be said, or this silence would just continue to stretch between you both.

"So Jungkook have you been spending these four weeks training ?"

Mina's question caught you off guard, her voice bright and casual as she glanced between you and Jungkook. It felt like the timing was almost too perfect, and you could feel the tension building again, this time stronger than before.

Jungkook's eyes briefly flickered in your direction, but he didn't seem to acknowledge you. Instead, he responded with a simple nod, the edges of his lips curling into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Yeah, just making sure I'm ready," he replied, his tone relaxed but guarded.

You could tell Mina wasn't picking up on the subtle distance between you two, but the way he spoke—so detached, almost like you were strangers—made your stomach turn. It stung more than you cared to admit.

Mina, oblivious to the silent tension, smiled brightly. "I bet it paid off. You looked amazing in the ring today," she said, completely unaware of the emotions swirling around.

You shifted in your seat, trying to hide your discomfort, and felt a sudden urge to say something—to ask him why he was acting this way, to get some kind of explanation—but the words wouldn't come. Instead, you just stared at your phone, hoping the moment would pass.

But it didn't. And you knew deep down that ignoring this any longer wasn't going to make it disappear. Jungkook had been avoiding you for a reason, and you weren't sure if you were ready to hear it.

Yoongi's sudden outburst broke the tense atmosphere, his playful imitation of Jungkook's voice lightening the mood. He raised his arms dramatically, his voice deepening as he mimicked Jungkook, "I'm a beast, no one can stop me!"

The group burst into laughter, the tension easing for a brief moment. Even Jungkook's lips twitched upward at the impersonation, though you could still see the subtle unease in his posture.

"Yoongi, seriously," Jungkook chuckled, though there was a hint of exasperation in his voice. "You're gonna get me killed with that."

But despite the teasing, it was clear Yoongi's joke had lightened the mood, the group laughing together and the earlier awkwardness fading away. You couldn't help but smile at the playful scene unfolding before you, though the knot in your stomach remained.

Mina elbowed you gently, her expression teasing. "See? It's not all bad. You can have a laugh around him."

You nodded quietly, still processing everything that had been happening. Jungkook was always the life of the group, but the distance between you two was something new.

The laughter slowly died down, and for a moment, it felt like things were normal again—until the silence lingered a little too long, and you were left alone with your thoughts, wondering when things had gotten so complicated.

After a while, you said your farewells to Jungkook, though it wasn't as smooth as you'd hoped. You could feel the tension lingering in the air between you two, unspoken words hanging in the balance. His presence was almost too much, too overwhelming for the moment, and you struggled to find the right thing to say.

With a forced smile, you muttered a simple goodbye, and before he could respond, you turned away, not daring to look back. The weight of the conversation you hadn't had pressed down on you, but you kept walking, your footsteps quick and purposeful, hoping the distance would help you sort through the mess of emotions.

You weren't sure if it was the right choice, but for now, walking away felt like the only thing that made sense.

Suri's departure left a noticeable silence in the air. As you turned to leave, Yoongi's voice stopped you, his tone serious and concerned. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes searching your face for any sign of what you were really feeling.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to be honest or just brush it off. The tension with Jungkook, everything that had happened, felt like a knot in your stomach, and Yoongi could sense that something was off. You weren't sure how much to share, but you could feel the weight of his gaze, waiting for an answer.

It was moments like these that Yoongi's straightforwardness always made you pause.

Mina, who had been quietly observing the conversation, finally couldn't hold it in any longer. She leaned over to Yoongi, her voice low but clear, and started explaining everything to him.

"Look, Y/n... Jungkook and her—" Mina hesitated for a second, her eyes darting to you, "—they slept together again, but things got complicated. After that, Jungkook started avoiding her, and she doesn't get it. She's been trying to act like she doesn't care, but I know she does."

You froze, feeling heat rise to your face. Mina, of all people, was spilling everything to Yoongi? You shot her a look, but she didn't seem to care. The words were out there now, hanging in the air between the three of you.

Yoongi didn't look shocked, though. Instead, his expression softened with understanding, as if he already knew something was wrong, but hearing it all confirmed things. He turned to you, his voice quieter, "Is that what's been bothering you?"

Your mind raced, but you nodded slowly, trying to keep your composure. "I just... don't understand what happened, Yoongi. It was a simple favor, but now it feels like everything's changed."

You felt a rush of anger and embarrassment flood through you as Mina spilled everything to Yoongi. Without thinking, you slapped her lightly across the arm, your face flushed with a mix of frustration and hurt.

"Mina, really?!" you snapped, trying to keep your voice steady. "Why couldn't you just keep that to yourself? I didn't want anyone to know that."

Mina flinched, but she didn't apologize. Instead, she gave you an apologetic look, though her expression was tinged with guilt. "I'm sorry, but you've been avoiding talking about it, Y/n. I just thought he might understand why you're acting this way."

Yoongi, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke up, his tone calm yet insistent. "I didn't need to hear that, Mina," he said, glancing between you two. "But Y/n, if you're struggling with this, it's okay to talk about it. You can't bottle everything up."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead, feeling the weight of the situation sink in. "I don't even know what to say anymore," you admitted softly, turning to Yoongi. "It's just... so confusing. Jungkook and I were fine until everything changed. Now, it's like he's completely ignoring me, and I don't even know what happened."

Yoongi's eyes softened, and he took a step closer to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to have all the answers right now. But you deserve to have clarity. If you need to talk to him, then you should. Just don't keep putting yourself through this alone."

You nodded slowly, the weight on your chest lightening just a little bit. "I don't even know if I can face him right now," you admitted. "I don't know what to say."

Mina, who had been quiet for a moment, added, "Just remember, he's not the only one who can mess up. You've got people who care about you, okay?"

You looked at them both, your thoughts a tangled mess. But for the first time in a while, you didn't feel so alone in this.

Yoongi's teasing tone snapped you out of your thoughts, and you couldn't help but let out a small, reluctant giggle. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Oh, stop it, Yoongi," you replied, trying to sound serious but failing miserably.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What? Just saying, you really do have a thing for boxers." His grin widened when he saw you blush slightly, and Mina snickered from beside him.

"I wouldn't call it a thing," you muttered, trying to deflect the attention away from yourself. "It's just... complicated."

"Complicated, huh?" Yoongi leaned back, crossing his arms with that signature smirk. "You're telling me you don't enjoy the chaos?"

You gave him a mock glare but couldn't keep the smile off your face. "Not everything is about chaos, Yoongi," you replied, shaking your head. "But seriously, I think I'm done with this mess for now. I just need some time to figure things out."

Yoongi's teasing softened, and he gave you a knowing nod. "Take your time, Y/n. No one's rushing you. But just remember, you're not alone in this. Don't let one guy make you doubt yourself."

You nodded slowly, appreciating the support. "Thanks, Yoongi. I think I really needed to hear that."

Mina, who had been quiet for a moment, added, "And when you're ready to talk, we'll be here. But maybe, not to talk about boxers, okay?"

The three of you chuckled together, and for a moment, the weight on your shoulders seemed a little easier to carry.

Yoongi's teasing tone shifted a little as he leaned forward, his expression more serious now. "You know, Y/n," he began, his eyes glinting with that playful yet thoughtful look, "maybe Jungkook actually likes you. Like, for real. All those moments you two shared, especially the ones in the bedroom..." He paused for a second, winking at you. "I mean, I'm just saying, he might've realized he likes you, but he's not ready for all the long-term stuff."

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. Your stomach did a little flip, and for a moment, you didn't know how to respond. Yoongi's words rang in your head, and the possibility of what he was suggesting hit you a bit harder than you expected.

"Do you really think so?" you asked quietly, trying to sound casual but your voice betraying the uncertainty you felt.

Yoongi nodded, his smile softening. "I know he can be a little complicated sometimes. But I've seen how he looks at you. The way he behaves around you—it's different. Maybe he's just scared of it, you know? Commitment can be overwhelming for some people, especially if they're not sure what they're feeling."

Mina piped up from the side, "Yoongi's right. You're not the only one confused here. He probably doesn't know how to handle it either." She paused, her tone shifting to something more gentle. "But, it doesn't mean it's over. It's just... a mess. And sometimes people just need time to figure it out."

You let out a deep breath, the tension in your chest easing a little. It made sense. Maybe Jungkook really was confused about his feelings, or maybe he just didn't know how to handle everything. After all, you'd been through a lot, and so had he.

"Yeah," you muttered, looking down at your hands. "Maybe I just need to stop overthinking this. I'm not the only one who's messed up, right?"

"Exactly," Yoongi said, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Just take your time. Let him figure himself out too. It's not all on you."

The three of you fell into a more comfortable silence, the weight of your thoughts still lingering, but now with a bit more clarity. It wasn't just you feeling lost—Jungkook was likely in the same boat, and maybe he just needed time to figure things out.

For now, though, you just had to focus on yourself, and let everything else fall into place.

Yoongi's face softened with concern as he asked, "How have you been feeling about the whole sickness thing? Has it gotten any better?"

You sighed, rubbing your forehead lightly. "Honestly, not much improvement. I've been feeling pretty drained, and the nausea doesn't seem to want to go away. I think it's time to see a doctor... but I've been putting it off."

Yoongi frowned, clearly concerned. "That's not good. You've been dealing with this for a while now. It's definitely time to get it checked out. Don't ignore it any longer."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "Yeah, I know. I just kept thinking it was something that would pass, but it's been so long now." You paused for a moment, then added, "I'll make an appointment soon. I just... didn't want to make a big deal of it."

Yoongi gave you a knowing look. "You don't have to make a big deal, but you do need to take care of yourself. If you need help with anything or just want company while you go, I'm here."

You smiled at his kind offer, feeling comforted by his words. "Thanks, Yoongi. I appreciate it."

He nodded, then stood up. "Make sure you get some rest, okay? Let me know if you need anything else."

You watched him head out, feeling grateful for his support, knowing that taking care of your health was the most important thing right now.

You waited until Yoongi was out of sight, then turned to Mina with a playful but annoyed look. Without hesitation, you started hitting her with your bag repeatedly, muttering under your breath as you did.

"Seriously, Mina?! You couldn't keep it to yourself?" you exclaimed, tapping her with your bag, frustration mixed with a bit of humor.

Mina tried to protect herself, laughing at your sudden outburst. "What? You think I'd keep it a secret forever?" she chuckled, dodging another swing. "Yoongi's like your big brother! He's not going to let you suffer alone with this."

You rolled your eyes but kept hitting her gently. "I know, but now he keeps teasing me about it. He never lets it go. He's always got something to say!" you groaned.

Mina smirked, dodging another swing. "Well, maybe he's just trying to make sure you're not too caught up in it. Plus, he already knew what was going on. He's your best friend, you can't hide everything."

You paused, finally lowering the bag, and shot her a look. "He's already teasing me about the favour. Can't he just leave me alone for once?"

Mina grinned cheekily, "Well, you're not exactly giving him a reason to stop."

You sighed, giving up the mock battle, and leaned back against the wall. "Great, now I'm going to get a whole speech from him about it later."

Mina shrugged, still smiling. "He cares, though. Don't take it so seriously."

You groaned. "I just don't know what to do with this whole situation. It's messing with my head."

Mina softened, putting a hand on your shoulder. "It'll all work out, trust me. But maybe, just maybe, give Jungkook a chance to talk. You deserve an explanation."

It was a quiet evening. You were lounging on the couch in your comfy white tank top and matching sweatpants, a cup of tea in hand, and the TV softly playing in the background. The calmness of the night was suddenly interrupted by a light knock on the door.

You looked up, puzzled. It was unusual for anyone to come by this late. You set your cup down and stood up, walking toward the door. As you reached for the handle, you felt a wave of uncertainty wash over you.

When you opened the door, there stood Jungkook, looking a little out of breath and slightly uneasy. His presence was unexpected, and it left you speechless for a moment.

"Hey," he said softly, looking down for a second before meeting your eyes. "Can we talk?"

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach as the anger inside you simmered. The past few weeks of silence and his sudden appearance stirred something in you—something you hadn't fully processed until now. Still, before you could even react, Jungkook stepped inside, his presence filling the space.

"Y/n," he started, his voice low, and you could tell there was something he needed to say. But you couldn't help the feeling of frustration bubbling up inside you. You stayed silent, folding your arms across your chest as you stepped back, letting him settle in.

You couldn't deny it, no matter how frustrated you were. Jungkook stood there, looking effortlessly good, his hair down, casual yet sharp in a simple black outfit. The red leather design on his jacket caught the light just right, making him look even more put together. His scent—familiar and comforting—lingered in the air, and despite the anger bubbling inside you, it made your chest tighten, a part of you unwilling to let go of the attraction you felt for him.

You took a deep breath, trying to push the emotions aside. "What do you want, Jungkook?" You couldn't help but ask, your tone a little sharper than you intended. You weren't sure if you wanted to hear his apology or if you just wanted answers.

He shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable, but he met your gaze, his eyes filled with regret. "I owe you an explanation, Y/n," he finally said, and you could see he was serious.

Jungkook hesitated, running a hand through his hair. His expression was a mixture of frustration and something softer, like he was torn between saying too much or too little.

"I didn't mean to treat you differently, Y/n," he started, his voice quieter now, almost unsure. "I just... I didn't know how to handle everything that happened between us. It was never supposed to get this complicated."

You crossed your arms, trying to hold onto the anger you felt, but it was hard with the way he was speaking. "You think sleeping with me and then avoiding me for weeks was 'not complicated'?" Your voice cracked a little, betraying the hurt you'd been trying to push down.

He winced, looking down for a moment. "I've been trying to figure things out. I didn't want to hurt you, but I think I already did." His eyes finally met yours again, vulnerable and sincere. "I messed up, Y/n. And I'm sorry."

The words felt heavy, but you weren't sure if you were ready to let them sink in just yet. You wanted to believe him, but the distance he had put between you over the past few weeks felt too real to ignore.

Jungkook took a deep breath, clearly struggling to put his feelings into words. He ran a hand through his hair again, a nervous habit you'd noticed before. "I didn't handle things right," he began, his voice a little shaky. "After everything that happened between us, I... I didn't know if it was just a one-time thing, or if there was something more. And I didn't want to mess things up, so I thought distancing myself would give me space to figure it out."

He stepped a little closer, his eyes locked on yours. "But in doing that, I hurt you, and I never meant to do that. I just... I didn't know how to deal with what I was feeling."

His words hung in the air, and you could tell it wasn't easy for him to admit. You could feel the weight of it all pressing down, and you found yourself unsure of what to say next. "So, you were avoiding me because you were confused?" you asked, voice quiet now. "You didn't think to talk to me instead?"

Jungkook's face softened, and he sighed. "I should have talked to you, Y/n. I see that now. I was just scared of what it all meant, and I guess I thought if I kept my distance, it'd be easier."

Jungkook's words hung in the air, thick with the weight of what he was confessing. "I... I brought another girl over after we slept together," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as though the confession itself felt like a heavy burden.

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. You stood there, staring at him in disbelief, unable to immediately process what he just said.

"Why would you tell me that?" you asked, your voice low, as the hurt began to settle in. You didn't know whether to be angry, sad, or just confused. It felt like everything he had said to you before about wanting to make things right just crumbled with those words.

Jungkook's eyes softened, regret washing over his face. "I wasn't thinking straight, Y/n. I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I... I was trying to forget what happened between us. I messed up, okay? I know I hurt you, and I know it was wrong."

You couldn't even look at him for a moment, feeling the weight of his words like a wave crashing over you. It was too much, too soon, and you weren't sure how to deal with it.

"So that's it then?" you said, voice shaky, as you tried to keep your emotions in check. "You sleep with me, then go right to someone else?"

Jungkook seemed to shrink under your gaze, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I fucked up. I can't take it back, but I need you to know I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/n. I'm sorry."

But his apology felt hollow now, like too little too late. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt and confusion were clouding your thoughts.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking with a calm but piercing tone. "Why would you need to tell me this if you know that you and I are just a favor, Jungkook?" you asked, your voice steady, but there was a quiet edge to it. You were holding back the frustration and hurt that threatened to spill over.

His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't respond immediately. It felt like he was searching for the right words, but there wasn't much he could say to undo the damage already done.

You stepped back slightly, crossing your arms, the distance between you both growing, not just physically but emotionally. "You told me this was nothing serious. Just a favor, remember?" you continued, the words coming out sharper now. "So why even tell me about bringing someone else over? Why make me feel like I'm supposed to care?"

Jungkook's jaw clenched, his hands gripping the doorframe like he was trying to hold himself together. "Because... I fucked up," he said again, this time with more urgency, as though he was trying to convince both you and himself. "I never meant for you to find out like this. I never meant for you to feel like this was more than just a favor." He paused, taking a step closer. "But it's not just that, Y/n. It's not just about the favor anymore."

You shook your head, disbelief flashing across your face. "Then what is it, Jungkook?" you asked, your eyes searching his for an answer, but the confusion and anger still clouded your judgment. "What is this then?"

He searches for the right words but can't get them out before he sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His eyes meet yours, but they quickly drop to the floor, unable to hold the weight of your gaze.

"Look, I—I don't know," he admits, his voice strained. "I fucked up, alright? I never expected any of this to happen. But it did, and now I don't know how to fix it without making things worse."

His words barely register through the fog of emotions swirling inside you. "So, what? You think cutting me off is going to make it better?" you challenge, your voice rising a little. "You think this is going to fix anything?"

Jungkook opens his mouth, trying to say something, but nothing comes out. He shakes his head, clearly frustrated with himself. "I don't want to hurt you. I never did," he says, his voice low, but there's something raw and vulnerable in his tone.

You take a step back, your chest tightening. "You already did," you whisper, feeling the sting of his words sink deep. "You hurt me the moment you treated me like I was nothing more than a favor."

Jungkook's expression softens, but it's almost like he's too late to fix anything. He reaches out slightly, like he wants to say more, but stops himself.

You look at him, unsure of what you're feeling anymore—anger, disappointment, confusion. But most of all, you feel like you're standing at a crossroads, unsure if you want to hear what he has to say next.

His words hung in the air, thick with tension. "I think maybe the deal should be cut off," Jungkook said, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a finality in it that stung.

You stood there, frozen for a moment, the weight of his words crashing over you like a tidal wave. It was as if the ground beneath you had suddenly given way.

You feel the anger bubbling up inside you, your heart racing as his words cut deeper than they should. You can't hold it back any longer.

"Fine," you snap, your voice sharp with frustration. "If that's what you think is best, then fine. Let's just cut it off. It's not like it mattered anyway."

Jungkook winces at your words, and you can see the regret in his eyes, but it doesn't stop the frustration from boiling inside you. All the confusion, the hurt, and the lingering disappointment come spilling out.

"You made your choice, Jungkook. You don't get to come here, make me think things might be different, and then turn around and pull this on me," you continue, your voice rising with every word. "You said it was just a favor, but you couldn't even respect that, could you?"

Jungkook opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, not wanting to hear any more excuses.

"I don't need this. I don't need you to decide what's best for me. So, yeah, let's end it. Let's pretend like this never happened, and we can go back to being strangers. It's easier that way."

He looks like he wants to say more, but instead, he just stands there, staring at you. And for a moment, the anger and pain overwhelm you, making it hard to breathe.

"Goodbye, Jungkook," you say coldly, not looking back as you turn toward the door.

You don't wait for a response. You know you'll regret this, but at least in this moment, you're standing up for yourself. The door closes behind you with a finality that echoes in the empty space between you and him.

You sit down on the couch, your head in your hands, feeling the weight of everything crash down on you. The anger, the hurt, the confusion—it's all too much. You groan, unable to stop the frustration that rises within you. How did you let yourself get caught up in this mess?

You had told yourself it was just a favor, just something simple with no strings attached. But somewhere along the way, your feelings got tangled up in it, and now you're left wondering why you allowed yourself to be vulnerable.

You blame yourself for letting him in, for thinking there could be something more. Jungkook was never the type to settle down, never the type to care about anyone but himself. You should've known better.

"You were just a favor," you mutter to yourself, the words bitter in your mouth. "Just a stupid favor."

You feel like an idiot, like you should've seen this coming. How could you be so naive? It was obvious from the start that he was a player, someone who only cared about getting what he wanted. But you let yourself believe there was more to it, that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

You close your eyes, trying to push the emotions away, but they just keep crashing over you. You wanted to feel something real, something more than just a fling, but you let it slip away. You didn't want to be just another name in his list of past encounters.

"What was I thinking?" you whisper to yourself, feeling the tears start to sting your eyes. You fight them back, refusing to let them fall. But the ache in your chest is undeniable.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and pick up your phone. The weight of everything that's been happening feels like it's too much to carry, but you know you need to focus on something else right now. Something that'll take your mind off Jungkook and the mess you just found yourself in.

You open your contacts and scroll until you find the number for the doctor's office. It's been long overdue anyway. You can't keep ignoring how sick you've been feeling, especially now with everything else going on.

With a deep sigh, you dial the number and wait for the receptionist to pick up.

"Hello, this is Doctor Kim, how can I help you?"

You explain your situation, mention how you've been feeling nauseous for a while, and how it's affecting your daily life. After some brief back-and-forth, you manage to book an appointment for the next day.

You hang up, and as the phone call ends, a small sense of relief washes over you. It's one less thing to worry about, and maybe, just maybe, it'll help you find some answers.

You put your phone down and try to clear your mind, but the mess with Jungkook still lingers in the back of your thoughts.