Jungkook

For months, Jungkook made your life difficult in the most irritating way possible. He always found you, always had something to say, always made sure you noticed him. Then one day—he stopped. No messages. No teasing. No "Good morning, beautiful." Nothing. At first, you convinced yourself it didn't matter. Then the days passed. And somehow, the silence seemed louder than his presence ever was. Today, as you walked across campus, soft whispers caught your attention.

"Have you heard?"
"They are dating."
"Jungkook and Ara."
You froze. Your eyes instinctively searched the courtyard—and there he was. Jungkook. Standing next to one of the most popular girls on campus. Laughing. Relaxed. As if nothing had changed. As if he hadn't spent months making your world somehow revolve around him. Then, as if sensing your gaze, Jungkook finally lifted his head. Your eyes met. For a second—two. Three. Then he looked away. As if you were just another face in the crowd. And for the first time in a long time—your chest ached.