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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Y/n's Pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I thought I shouldn't have fought with Jungkook. After all, he was just reacting out of jealousy. If I were in his place, I might have done the same thing. What drove me to the edge was how he didn't even bother to listen to me.

Perhaps our relationship was nothing more than fleeting affection, not true love. "Anyways, bygones are bygones. Things won't return to normal now. I need to move on." That thought stung, making my eyes well up with tears. I wished desperately to turn back time and change everything.

*TIME SKIP*

I opened the door to my room and was taken aback by the sight of a shadowy figure sitting on my bed. The golden hue of the sunset filtered through the window behind him. I mustered my courage and flicked on the light, my heart racing as I recognized the intruder. "You? What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady but failing to hide the coldness in my tone.

"Y/n... I-I... am... sorry..." His voice was barely audible.

"Go away! I don't want to talk to you! Get out of my room. Now!" I shouted, fury coursing through me. But alongside the anger, an overwhelming wave of nausea began to rise, my stomach twisting in knots. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a chaotic mix of emotions threatening to spill over.

Before I could think, I turned away from Jungkook, my body tensing as I fought the rising bile. "Y/n?" His voice was filled with concern, but I didn't want to hear it. I tried to bolt to the bathroom but it was too late. My body betrayed me as I doubled over, and without warning, I lost control. The contents of my stomach surged up, and before I could stop it, I vomited all over Jungkook.

Jungkook froze, his eyes wide with shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "Y/n!" he exclaimed, stepping back as I stumbled away, gasping for breath.

I couldn't look at him. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I collapsed to the floor, overwhelmed by the mixture of anger, hurt, and shame. I had just thrown up on him—on Jungkook, the person I had once cared for so deeply.

"What's wrong with you?!" he shouted, his voice laced with confusion and concern, but I couldn't respond.

The sincerity in his voice broke through my embarrassment for just a second, and I could see how he was struggling to process the situation. But the humiliation was too much, and all I could do was turn away, overwhelmed by the wave of emotions that had led to this moment.

Without another thought, I stood to my feet, pushed him out of my house, and slammed the door shut, not sparing him a single word. I heard him banging on the door repeatedly, but I couldn't care less. Thankfully, my mom wasn't home. Perhaps people would call me selfish, but I needed to uphold my self-respect.

What did he think of himself? One moment he'd tell me to go away with rude words, and the next, he was here, apologizing? Was I just a toy to him? He wasn't the only one in this world who had feelings. I was human too. Had he ever considered how I felt during all of this?

As I glanced into the mirror, I saw tears streaming down my cheeks, betraying the turmoil within. My room was a stinky mess, and I was covered in my vomit. The sight was enough to make me feel even worse. I dejectedly walked over to the bathroom, scrubbing my face and trying to wash away not just the remnants of my sickness, but also the hurt that lingered in my heart.

Finally, I collapsed onto my bed, clutching my pillow tightly as if it could shield me from my thoughts. I cried, letting the sorrow wash over me, the weight of everything crashing down like a tidal wave. Each sob felt like a release, yet the pain remained, echoing in the silence of my room.

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep, hoping that in dreams, I could escape the reality of my broken heart.

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As I had said earlier, Jungkook was incredibly stubborn; he wouldn't surrender easily. It was now the fourth day I found him in my room when I got home from school. Today, my mom was even home—how did he manage to get here?

"You won't listen, will you?" I sighed, feeling defeated.

Jungkook shook his head and flashed an innocent smile. No, not this time. He can't melt me with that smile.

"How did you even get into my room?"

"The pipelines serve as a good staircase, you know?" He grinned, and I almost laughed aloud at the image of Jeon Jungkook climbing through pipes to see me. Wait—I'm not his girlfriend anymore!

Rolling my eyes, I attempted to push him out of my room, but this time I found myself unable to budge him even an inch. "Fine then. I'll leave!" I declared, trying to sound strong.

"Wow, Y/n, you're really good at pretending to be tough." I mentally encouraged myself.

As soon as I turned away, Jungkook grabbed my wrist. "Y/n, leave me—"

My heart was beating wildly in my chest. A part of me desperately wanted to hug him, to feel the warmth of his embrace again, but the other part of me held back, refusing to give in. Gradually, the latter prevailed, and I pushed him away, breaking our eye contact as if the very act of looking into his eyes would shatter my resolve.

"At least let me explain myself. Then the decision is yours—whether you want to continue with this relationship," he pleaded, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Why?! Did you even bother to listen to me that day? Did you let me explain? You didn't care about my feelings at all! So how can you expect me to hear you now?!" I erupted like a volcano, releasing the anger and hurt that had been piling up inside me for days. Each word felt like a cathartic release, but it also left me feeling raw and exposed.

Jungkook looked down, his gaze fixed on the floor, as if the weight of his regret pressed him down. That was my weakness—I could never stand to see him sad. My heart softened, even as my mind wrestled with my emotions. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Anyways, unlike you, I am listening. Go on..."

"Y/n, I was wrong," he said, his voice low and heavy with remorse, still refusing to meet my gaze.

"I know I've terribly hurt your feelings. I should have understood your position better," he began, his voice trembling with regret. "I misunderstood your relationship with Hyun. Even I have a friend like him—her name is Lia. I'm so sorry for how I treated you. I regret every word I said that day. Please forgive me."

He took a deep breath, steadying himself before continuing, "I will never doubt you again. Can you trust me one more time? I promise this won't happen again. Y/n, I can't live without you. Can you give me another chance, please??"

Finally, he looked at me, his eyes filled with hope and desperation, waiting for my response. But I was frozen, unsure of what to say. My heart had already begun to melt, yet the crack of hurt remained, like a barrier I couldn't cross. I felt my eyes blur with unshed tears. Why couldn't I find the words? Why couldn't I just say that I wanted us to be together again?

"I guess it's a no... Fine, I won't bother you again. Have a happy life, Y/n." His puppy eyes dimmed with sadness, and he turned to walk towards the door.

In that moment, I realized that if I let him go now, I might never get another chance in my life. This could be the end of our story...

But I remained silent.

Additional Scene.

Jungkook stepped through the door of the dorm, his heart heavy and his clothes a complete disaster. A foul stench wafted around him, and as he caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror, he couldn't help but grimace. His shirt was splattered with chunks of vomit, remnants of his tumultuous confrontation with Y/n.

As he trudged into the living room, the other members of BTS turned to look at him, their expressions shifting from casual curiosity to outright disbelief.

"Uh, Jungkook, is that a new fashion statement?" RM raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. Jin burst out laughing, his voice ringing through the room. 

Jungkook's face turned crimson. "It's... uh, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, trying to defend himself, but he could feel the weight of their gazes—half mockery, half concern.

Suga, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, smirked. "Really? Because it looks like you just had a one-on-one with Y/n's dinner."

Laughter erupted from the members, filling the room with a contagious energy. Jungkook felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation wash over him.  "I didn't wear it on purpose! I—"

"Look at you," V pointed, barely able to contain his laughter. "You look like a walking pizza! Are you going for a new role as a human topping?"

Jungkook buried his face in his hands, groaning. "Can you guys stop? It's not funny! I was just trying to apologize to Y/n!"

An amused grin spread across RM's face. "An apology? This looks more like a declaration of war on her stomach!"

"Great, just great," Jungkook mumbled, staring at the floor in shame.

"But on a serious note, is she okay?" J-hope asked.

"She was a mess and it pains me even more because I am the reason." the youngest sighed, "I am worried."

"Atleast you're trying. Don't worry I'll check up on her." Jimin assured. 

Suga patted his shoulder, the amusement still dancing in his eyes. "If she doesn't want you back, at least you can always join the circus as the 'Vomit Boy.'"

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Phew! It was a long chapter. My hands are almost paining now.
My goodness , this Jungkook is so emotional! He made me teary...🥺