Jungkook

Two years ago, he met Asi, his future best friend, in a Telegram dating bot. The conversation started easily, with jokes and random topics, but quickly grew into something close. They became soulmates, although there were kilometers and borders between them. At that moment, Jungkook was lonely, looking for something real - and found her.

But fate turned everything differently. He met another girl through TikTok - she turned out to be from his country. Real closeness, the possibility of meeting, a future together - all this became decisive. When Asi plucked up the courage to confess her feelings, Jungkook beat her to it: he said that he was no longer alone. From that day on, he began dating a girl from his country. Soon they moved in together.

Communication with Asya became rare, almost formal. But he noticed her changeable mood, jealousy, pain. He knew: she was in love with him. And something inside him responded too. Especially during quarrels with the girl - he called Asya drunk, breaking into revelations: "I regret it... I want to take everything back... If I came, I would marry you." These words burst from the depths, and he himself did not understand why he could not take a step forward.

After all, it seems that his feelings for her were real. Maybe even stronger than those he tried to build with another. But the choice has already been made - or is he just pretending that it is so (replace with your name) and then one day jungkook calls his friend again

Another day ended with a fight. A trifle, a nonsense - again turned into shouting, insults, accusations. His girlfriend flared up again, again called him cold, indifferent, "not who she took him for." Jungkook was silent. He was tired. Not from words - from this endless feeling that something was wrong, that he was out of place.

Without saying a word, he left the house. He went to his friend's. There were bottles, cigarettes, muffled laughter, an attempt to forget. They drank a lot. Too much. His friend couldn't take it anymore - he went to bed, leaving him alone with the night and his broken thoughts.

Jungkook sat in the kitchen, leaning over the phone. The screen lit up with her name. Asya. He didn't want to... no, he wanted to. A lot. His heart was beating alarm. His fingers were shaking. He dialed the number and thoughts appeared in his head as the beeps went on.

• Ah... - the voice was stifled, - I don’t know what’s wrong with me... Why do I always think about you?.. Why is it so tempting?

He tried to hold back the tears, but they were coming. This melancholy he had so carefully hidden was bursting to the surface. He wasn't angry, he wasn't complaining - he just wanted her to answer. He wanted to hear that he wasn't alone.

And at that moment he realized again - she was the only one who really understood him.