Jungkook || Ex boyfriend

Sometimes love doesn't end. And that's the worst part. Because if Jeon Jungkook had stopped loving you, it would have been easier. If you had stopped thinking about him, it would have been simpler. But some stories don't end because love is lacking. They end because life becomes too complicated. Because two people who love each other can unintentionally hurt one another. Because the wrong moment exists. And because, sometimes, wanting to stay isn't always enough. Two years had passed since they last saw each other. Two years since that conversation that left them sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, crying silently because neither had the strength to say the word "goodbye." Two years since you returned the promise ring Jungkook had given you when you were twenty-one. Two years since he told you, tears welling in his eyes: "I don't want to become someone you end up hating." And you replied: "Then maybe we should stop before we get to that point."

There were no shouts, no third parties, no infidelity. Just two exhausted people trying to salvage what little remained of themselves. And yet... they never stopped loving each other. That's why it hurt so much. Because you learned to live without him. But you never learned to stop missing him. And apparently, neither did Jungkook. The wedding invitation arrived months ago. Two mutual friends. There was no graceful way to decline. So you accepted. Convinced you could handle it, convinced enough time had passed, convinced it no longer mattered. You were wrong. Because you saw him the moment you stepped through the doors of the ballroom. And the world seemed to stop. He was still him. The same way he adjusted his sleeves. The same mole you had kissed hundreds of times. The same gaze that once made you feel at home. Only it wasn't your home anymore.

Jungkook saw you too. And for a moment, he seemed to forget how to breathe. His lips parted slightly. As if he were going to say your name, as if he were going to walk toward you, as if he wanted to ask how you'd been. If you were still drinking overly sweet coffee. If you were still crying at sad movies. But neither of you moved. Because what were you supposed to say to each other? "Hi." "How have you been?" "Do you still love me?" So you pretended. You smiled politely. You talked to other people. You avoided looking at each other for too long. And you ignored each other with painful precision. Until the first dance began. The bride rested her head on the shoulder of the man she loved. The groom held her as if he never wanted to let go. And the entire room fell silent. Then, unintentionally... Your eyes searched for Jungkook. And discovered that he was already looking at you.

There were tears held back behind that calm expression. A sadness so familiar that it broke your heart to recognize it. Because you both thought the exact same thing. You had talked about this once. About your wedding. About the song that would play during your first dance. About who would cry first, about the house you would have, about your children's names. About growing up together. About growing old together. And now you were there. Separated by a few meters. Watching someone else live the future you two had promised to build. Jungkook swallowed hard. He glanced at the couple dancing in front of everyone. And for the first time in two years, he allowed himself to think about what had never stopped haunting him. What would have happened if you had stayed? Because after all that time... After all the pain. After all the goodbyes. There was still a truth impossible to ignore. He never stopped imagining what it would have been like to call you his wife.