Jungkook.1

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook's senior year was routine until Kim Taehyung walked into class. His name was like lightning, piercing Jungkook's world. His heart pounded, everything narrowed down to the image of this new guy. It was a burning sensation. From that day on, Jungkook never saw anyone else; every fiber of his being was tuned to Taehyung: his movements, his voice, his easy smile. He caught every detail, but fear paralyzed him, preventing him from approaching: "What if he doesn't like me?"

Thus passed an agonizing six months of hidden adoration. During the day, Jungkook was an invisible observer, dreaming of a relationship where Taehyung would reciprocate. When Taehyung glanced briefly or smiled, Jungkook's cheeks flushed, his heart skipped a beat. Night brought insomnia, painting unfulfilled dreams on the ceiling. The icy wall of unspoken distance pressed ever harder. Graduation approached, and Jungkook still hadn't moved from the deadlock. Then, in the early morning, a resolve flared: "Today I'm confessing. I have to try, otherwise I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

With the final bell, Jungkook, burning with determination, took off. With his last money, he bought the most delicate bouquet and hurried to Taehyung's house. He paused at the entrance, clutching the flowers to his chest as time dragged on unbearably slowly. And suddenly, from around the corner, came Taehyung's familiar, ringing laughter. Jungkook raised his head, about to smile, but he didn't have the chance. Taehyung came around the corner, laughing, his hand naturally in someone else's. He was walking arm in arm with a classmate Jungkook never noticed. This classmate was also laughing, looking at Taehyung tenderly.

Jungkook's world collapsed. It was as if a fist had struck him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. His heart stopped, falling into a bottomless abyss, dragging all his dreams away. The bouquet, a symbol of love, burned his hands with its meaninglessness. A bitter pain squeezed his throat. He felt an icy emptiness. He understood. He was too late.

"Taehyung?.." Jungkook took a step back, lowering the bouquet and looking at the elder with pain, as if he was expecting an excuse.