۩ ۱ J𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 ; 19

In the cold of winter, at the wedding of those two families, you stood before him, but far away. Not as you wished. As you were supposed to.

Jungkook, with his gaze as serious as ever, looked straight ahead, and from there, down at the floor. Lacking the courage to tell the world that it was all a farce.

As soon as she arrived, your gaze also dropped to the floor. The envy was evident in your large, expressive eyes, which is why you preferred to hide it.

"Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Do you take Kim Seom-ri as your wife, to accompany her in bad times, in good times, and even in sickness?"

— I do.

There, it was the end of both of you. Even with her in front of him, his eyes drifted toward you, pleading for forgiveness. For mercy.

As soon as the rings were on their fingers and they leaned in to seal it, the air escaped your lungs. You saw him kiss her just as he had kissed you minutes before, behind a door. In a hidden room.

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