The day started normally.
Too normally.
You woke up late, rushed through getting ready, barely managed to grab your bag before leaving.
Your mom called out from the kitchen,"Y/N, at least eat something!"
"No time, mom!" you replied, slipping your shoes on.
"You say this every day!"
You paused for a second.
Walked back.
Took one bite from the toast she was holding.
"Happy?" you said with a small smile.
She shook her head but smiled back.
"Take care."
"I will."
And you left.
You didn't know—
this day would not be normal.
College felt the same.
Crowded corridors. Familiar faces. Noise.
But something inside you felt… slightly off.
You didn't think much of it.
Until—
You saw him.
Jimin.
Standing near the stairs.
With someone.
A girl.
Not Ara.
Someone else.
She was laughing.
Holding his arm casually.
And Jimin—
he wasn't pulling away.
He was smiling.
That easy smile.
The one you had started to recognize.
Your steps slowed.
For a second—
you told yourself—
It's nothing.
But your chest—
tightened.
You stood there.
Watching.
He said something.
She hit his arm playfully.
And he laughed.
That laugh.
The same one—
he used with you.
Something inside you twisted.
"Y/N?"
You blinked.
Minji stood beside you.
"You okay?"
You forced a small nod.
"Yeah… why?"
She followed your gaze.
"Oh."
That one word.
You hated it.
"It's not like that," you said quickly.
"I didn't say anything."
But she didn't need to.
Because you already felt it.
Jealousy.
Sharp.
Sudden.
Unwanted.
You looked away.
"Let's go," you said.
But your mind—
stayed there.
The whole day—
you couldn't focus.
Jimin came to class later.
Sat beside you like always.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey."
Normal.
Too normal.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"You seem off."
"I'm not."
You didn't look at him.
Because if you did—
you might ask something you weren't ready to hear.
"Did something happen?" he asked again.
You shook your head.
"No."
Silence.
He didn't push.
But the distance—
was there.
After class—
he stood up.
"Coming?" he asked.
"Where?"
"Café."
You hesitated.
Then—
"…You go."
He frowned slightly.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
He studied you for a second.
Then nodded.
"Okay."
And left.
You sat there.
Alone.
And that feeling—
didn't go away.
Later—
you were walking through the corridor.
Trying to clear your head.
Trying to breathe.
And then—
you saw something.
That made everything else feel small.
Taehyung.
Standing near the back exit.
Nari in front of him.
Close.
Too close.
You stopped.
You didn't mean to look.
But you did.
She said something.
He smiled slightly.
Then—
he leaned in.
And kissed her.
Right there.
In front of you.
Your breath stopped.
Your heart dropped—
so suddenly—
it felt physical.
You couldn't move.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't look away.
It wasn't long.
Just a normal kiss.
Simple.
But for you—
👉 it shattered something.
Because that—
was real.
Not confusion.
Not maybe.
Not almost.
Real.
Your eyes filled instantly.
Your chest tightened so hard—
you had to hold onto the wall.
This is right.This is his reality.
And you—
you were never part of it.
You turned.
Walked away.
Fast.
Too fast.
Because if you stayed one more second—
you would break.
And you did.
Outside.
Behind the building.
No one around.
You stopped.
And everything came out.
You cried.
Not quietly.
Not softly.
You broke.
Like everything you held in—
finally had a way out.
Your breathing uneven.
Your chest hurting.
Your thoughts loud.
"Why does this hurt so much…" you whispered.
You already knew the answer.
Because even if it wasn't love—
👉 it was something.
And now—
👉 it was gone.
Completely.
You stayed there for a long time.
Until your eyes hurt.
Until your head felt heavy.
Until there was nothing left to cry.
Then—
you went home.
The moment you entered—
your mom noticed.
"I could tell the moment I saw you," she said softly.
You tried to walk past her.
But she stopped you.
"Y/N…"
That one word—
broke you again.
You turned.
And this time—
you cried harder.
Right in front of her.
"Mom…" your voice cracked.
She immediately pulled you into a hug.
"What happened?" she asked, worried.
But you couldn't answer.
Just cried.
Like a child.
Like everything hurt.
She didn't force you.
Just held you.
"Let it out… let everything come out," she said softly.
And you did.
After a while—
you sat on your bed.
She sat beside you.
"Now tell me," she said gently.
You wiped your tears.
"It's nothing…"
She gave you a look.
"Don't lie."
You let out a weak laugh.
"I liked someone…"
Her expression softened.
"And?"
"He didn't… feel the same."
Not exactly the truth.
But close enough.
"And another one…" you added quietly.
She raised an eyebrow.
"It's complicated," you said.
She smiled slightly.
"Life is complicated too."
You looked down.
"It hurts."
She placed her hand on your head.
"It's your first time, isn't it?"
You nodded.
She sighed softly.
"Listen… what left was never truly yours."
That line—
hit deep.
"And what stayed?"
You looked at her.
She smiled gently.
"That takes time to understand."
Silence.
Comfortable.
Safe.
You leaned against her shoulder.
For the first time that day—
you felt… held.
Not confused.
Not torn.
Just… hurt.
And healing.
That night—
your phone buzzed.
Jimin:"You didn't come today. Everything okay?"
You stared at the message.
Your chest tightened again.
Because now—
👉 one hurt from the past👉 one confusion from the present
And you—
👉 stuck in between emotions again
But this time—
you knew one thing.
👉 you couldn't ignore what you felt anymore