The cold air didn't help.
You stood outside—
arms crossed.
heart restless.
Everything felt wrong again.
Too many feelings.
Too many memories.
Too many what ifs.
"…Y/N."
You opened your eyes.
Jimin.
Standing a few steps away.
Looking at you.
Carefully.
"…You okay?" he asked.
That question again.
But this time—
you didn't nod.
You didn't lie.
"…No."
He stepped closer.
"…What happened?"
You hesitated.
Then—
"…I was with him."
Silence.
Jimin didn't react immediately.
But his jaw tightened slightly.
"…And?"
You looked away.
"…We talked."
A pause.
"…We laughed."
Another pause.
"…It felt like before."
That line—
hit him.
You saw it.
Even though he tried to hide it.
"…Before?" he repeated quietly.
You nodded.
"…Like nothing changed."
Silence.
Heavy.
Jimin looked at you.
"…And what does that mean now?"
That question—
you were avoiding.
You swallowed.
"…I don't know."
He exhaled slowly.
"…You do."
You shook your head.
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do," he said.
Not angry.
But firm.
"…You just don't want to say it."
Silence.
Because—
he was right.
Your eyes filled slightly.
"…I thought I moved on."
He didn't interrupt.
"But when I saw him… when I talked to him…"
Your voice broke.
"…it didn't feel over."
That was it.
The truth.
Raw.
Jimin looked at you.
And for the first time—
there was distance in his eyes.
"…So where does that leave me?" he asked quietly.
Your chest tightened.
"…Jimin…"
"No," he said softly.
"Don't say my name like that."
Silence.
Painful.
"I told you I wouldn't stay where I don't matter," he continued.
You nodded slowly.
"…You do matter."
He shook his head.
"…Not like he does."
That line—
cut deep.
Because you couldn't deny it.
Not anymore.
Tears slipped down your face.
"…I didn't plan this."
"I know."
Silence again.
Then—
he stepped back.
Not angry.
Not dramatic.
Just… letting go.
"…I think you need to figure it out," he said.
Your heart dropped.
"…Jimin—"
"And I think I deserve someone who's sure."
That was it.
No shouting.
No fight.
Just truth.
He looked at you one last time.
"…Take care."
And then—
he walked away.
This time—
you didn't stop him.
Because you knew—
👉 you didn't have the right to
You stood there.
Tears falling.
Heart breaking—
in a different way.
Not because you lost him.
But because—
👉 you couldn't hold onto both anymore
Slowly—
you turned.
Walked back.
To the room.
You opened the door.
Jungkook looked up.
Immediately noticing your face.
"…You cried."
You didn't reply.
Just walked in.
Closed the door.
Silence.
Then—
"…I talked to him," you said.
Jungkook's expression changed slightly.
"…And?"
You looked at him.
Eyes still wet.
"…I hurt him."
Silence.
"…Because of me?" he asked quietly.
You shook your head.
"…Because of us."
That hit him.
But he didn't look away.
A pause.
Then—
"…Do you regret it?" he asked.
That question—
everything depended on it.
You looked at him.
Really looked.
At the familiarity.
At the memories.
At the feelings that never fully left.
Then—
slowly—
you shook your head.
"…No."
Silence.
Jungkook stepped closer.
Carefully.
Like he wasn't sure if he should.
"…Are you sure?" he asked.
Your heart raced.
But this time—
you didn't step back.
"…I don't want something unfinished to keep pulling me back forever," you said.
A pause.
"…And right now… it's you."
That was it.
Not perfect.
Not clean.
But real.
Jungkook's expression softened.
Not victorious.
Just… emotional.
"…Then don't run this time," he said softly.
Your breath caught.
He reached for your hand.
Slowly.
Giving you time.
And you didn't pull away.
Your fingers intertwined.
Again.
But this time—
👉 not as past👉 not as memory
👉 as a choice
He pulled you slightly closer.
Not rushed.
Not overwhelming.
Just enough.
Your heart—
wasn't calm.
But it wasn't confused either.
Because for the first time—
👉 you chose what you felt👉 not what was safe👉 not what was steady
Outside—
the mountains stood still.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Inside—
everything had changed.