Jeon Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook used to hold your hand like he was afraid to let go. Now, his fingers barely brush against yours. The boy who once waited for you outside your lecture hall now walks ahead, barely glancing back.

You should’ve noticed the signs sooner. The way he started canceling plans, the way his phone was always turned face down on the table, the way his kisses felt like routine instead of passion.

Tonight, you sit on the edge of his bed, watching as he pulls on his jacket.

"Where are you going?" you ask, voice quieter than you intended.

"Out," he replies, not even looking at you.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

"With who?"

Jungkook exhales sharply, finally meeting your gaze. There’s something in his eyes, guilt, exhaustion, frustration.

"Does it matter?"

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