Your phone was still in your hand.
Jimin's message stared back at you.
"You didn't come today. Everything okay?"
Such a simple question.
But right now—
it felt heavy.
Because you weren't okay.
Not even close.
You typed.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
You stared at it.
Then—
deleted it.
Because it was a lie.
You locked your phone.
Tossed it beside you.
And lay back on your bed.
Your ceiling looked the same.
But your thoughts—
weren't.
Jimin's smile.
That girl holding his arm.
Taehyung.
That kiss.
Everything mixed together.
Too much.
Too confusing.
"Why do I feel like this…" you whispered.
Because now—
you couldn't deny it anymore.
👉 what you felt for Taehyung was ending👉 but what you felt for Jimin… was growing
And that scared you.
Your phone buzzed again.
You picked it up slowly.
Jimin:"You sure?"
You stared at the message.
He knew.
Of course he did.
You sat up.
Took a deep breath.
And this time—
you replied.
"Can we meet?"
Three dots appeared instantly.
"Now?"
You hesitated.
Then—
"Yeah."
His reply came fast.
"I'm outside."
Your heart skipped.
"…What?"
You got up.
Walked to your window.
And there—
He was standing.
Leaning against his bike.
Looking up.
Waiting.
Your chest tightened.
Because—
👉 he came without you asking👉 he stayed without you explaining
You grabbed your jacket.
Walked out quietly.
Your mom noticed.
"Where are you going?"
"Just… outside. I'll be back."
She looked at you for a second.
Then nodded.
"Don't be too late."
"I won't."
You stepped outside.
He straightened immediately.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Silence.
But not awkward.
Just… careful.
"You didn't look okay today," he said.
You looked down.
"I wasn't."
He nodded.
"I figured."
A pause.
Then—
"Was it me?" he asked.
That question—
hit directly.
You looked at him.
"…What?"
"The morning," he said.
You didn't reply.
Because now—
you couldn't lie.
"I saw you," you admitted softly.
His expression shifted slightly.
"…Saw what?"
"You… with her."
Silence.
Then—
he exhaled.
"Oh."
"It wasn't like that," he said quickly.
You looked away.
"It doesn't matter."
"It does."
You shook your head.
"It's not like you did anything wrong."
"Then why does it feel like I did?" he asked.
That made you look at him.
Because he sounded… serious.
You hesitated.
Then—
"…Because I didn't like it."
There.
Said.
Out loud.
Silence.
But this time—
it wasn't heavy.
It was… clear.
Jimin stepped a little closer.
"…You didn't like it?"
You shook your head slowly.
"No."
Your heart was racing now.
"Why?" he asked softly.
That question—
you couldn't avoid anymore.
You looked at him.
And for a second—
everything felt still.
"…Because I got jealous."
Silence.
And then—
something changed.
His expression softened.
Not surprised.
Not confused.
Just… understanding.
"…You got jealous," he repeated quietly.
You nodded.
"…Yeah."
He looked at you for a long moment.
Then—
very softly—
"I was waiting for you to say that."
Your breath caught.
"…What?"
"I didn't want to assume anything," he said.
"But I noticed it too."
You blinked.
"…You did?"
He nodded.
"The way you looked away. The way you didn't talk."
A small pause.
"I didn't like it either."
Your heart skipped.
"…Didn't like what?"
"You being distant."
Silence.
This time—
your chest felt warm.
Not heavy.
You took a small step closer.
"…She's just a friend?" you asked.
He smiled slightly.
"…Yeah."
A pause.
"Do you want her to be more?"
He looked at you—
directly.
"No."
No hesitation.
No confusion.
Just—
clear.
Your heart calmed.
Slowly.
"And you?" he asked.
Your breath hitched.
"…Me?"
"Do you want this to be just… what it is right now?"
That question—
was bigger than it sounded.
You thought for a second.
Then—
shook your head.
"…No."
Silence.
But this time—
it felt different.
"What do you want then?" he asked softly.
Your heart started racing again.
Because now—
this was real.
You looked at him.
"I don't want to feel like I have to hold back anymore."
A pause.
"I don't want to pretend I don't care."
Another pause.
"And I don't want to lose you either."
Jimin didn't speak immediately.
He just looked at you.
Like he was taking everything in.
Then—
slowly—
he stepped closer.
Close enough—
that you could feel it.
"You won't lose me," he said quietly.
Your eyes softened.
"But I don't want to stay just… somewhere in between either," he added.
You nodded.
"…I know."
A pause.
Then—
very gently—
he reached for your hand.
Just like before.
But this time—
👉 it meant something more
Your fingers intertwined.
Naturally.
Easily.
"You don't have to rush," he said.
"But don't hide either."
You nodded.
"I won't."
Silence.
Soft.
Comfortable.
Then—
he smiled slightly.
"…Also, for the record—"
You looked at him.
"I liked that you got jealous."
You scoffed lightly.
"Shut up."
He laughed.
And that laugh—
this time—
👉 felt like yours.
From your house window—
your mom watched.
Not fully.
Not clearly.
But enough.
She smiled softly.
Because maybe—
👉 her daughter was finally finding something real
Back outside—
you stood there.
Not confused anymore.
Not torn.
Just…
👉 slowly choosing something new