The ride to college was silent—just the hum of the engine and your hand resting on his waist, like it didn’t want to let go.

But the moment you approached the college gates, the familiar routine returned.

Jungkook stopped the bike a few meters away from campus.

Where no one would see.

Where no one would know.

He never minded this part—not once complained about your need for secrecy. But today… it felt different. He didn’t glance back at you. Didn’t nod. Just waited until you quietly stepped off.

And then, without a word, he turned the bike and drove toward the main parking area.

You stood there for a second, feeling the ache in your chest pulse louder than your headache.

When you finally walked to the gate, you saw him standing near the entrance, arms crossed, waiting.

For you.

Your eyes met.

No smile.

No warmth.

Just unreadable stillness in his face.

You looked away and walked past him into the corridor, heart heavy, throat tight. Neither of you spoke. The silence followed you both like a shadow.

In the classroom, it was the same story.

You sat in your usual front-row seat. He took his usual place in the back.

But there was no playful banter today. No secret glances. No messages passed behind books.

Only a chasm that felt wider than ever before.

You turned once to look at him. He was hunched slightly, eyes fixed on his phone screen, jaw tight. Cold. Focused.

But you noticed something else.

Alina.

She sat beside him, trying to say something—laughing lightly, nudging his arm like she always did.

But Jungkook didn’t move.

Didn’t even look at her.

He sat still like a statue. Her words bounced off him like they didn’t matter.

Like she didn’t matter.

And yet… he didn’t look at you either.

Your head pounded harder. The murmurs of students talking, giggling, whispering—it all felt like needles in your skull. You couldn’t concentrate. The room felt like it was spinning.

As soon as class ended, you grabbed your bag and rushed out before the crowd could push in.

You didn’t know where you were going until you found yourself outside the music class—a quiet, empty place that always felt peaceful. Far from judging eyes and loud voices.

You walked in slowly, shut the door behind, and sat on the wooden bench near the piano. It was dark, soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. The silence was finally soothing.

You leaned back, closing your eyes, your head tilting backward, resting on the edge of the wall.

The pain was everywhere—your temples throbbing, your eyes burning, and your heart…

Your heart just wanted him.

Suddenly, you felt it.

A gentle touch on your forehead. Warm fingers softly massaging the center of your pain.

Your eyes fluttered open.

Jungkook.

He was sitting beside you, his brows drawn in concern, his eyes focused on your face.

Not saying a word.

He didn’t ask if you were okay.

He just… knew.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

He didn’t let you speak anyway.

Instead, he gently slid his arm behind you and pulled you close, guiding your head to rest against his chest. His other hand moved slowly over your temple in soft, soothing circles.

Your body melted into him like second nature. As if your heart had been waiting for this moment of surrender.

And as you closed your eyes, your cheek pressed against the steady thump of his heartbeat, you felt the walls inside you crack—again.

Not because he said sorry.

Not because he explained himself.

But because he didn’t need to.

He was here.

Holding you in the only way he knew how.

His chest rose and fell beneath you, his touch never stopping.

You whispered, barely audible, “I’m sorry…”

His hand paused.

Then resumed, slower this time.

“I hate fighting with you,” you choked out, eyes still closed.

His fingers slid down to brush your hair behind your ear, then curled softly at your nape.

Still silent.

Still holding.

You didn’t need him to say it. His heartbeat against your cheek said it all.

He forgave you.

And in that moment, you knew…

Even when it hurt,

Even when you were both broken,

He would always come back to you.

The silence in the music room was warm now.

Your head rested against Jungkook’s chest, his fingers gently massaging your scalp, thumb brushing softly across your temple. The ache in your head was slowly being replaced with a warmth in your chest. You felt safe again.

He hadn’t said much—but he didn’t need to.

His presence was enough.

But peace, as always, didn’t last long.

The door creaked open. Loud footsteps.

“Jungkook,” Alina’s voice rang sharply in the quiet space, “Why the hell are you not talking to me?”

You didn’t move from his chest, but your eyes fluttered open. He didn’t move either—just kept his arm around you protectively.

Alina’s gaze fell on you two, and her face twisted with shock and disbelief.

“You…” she blinked, then looked at Jungkook with a mix of confusion and rage. “She told you not to talk to me? Is that it? That’s why you’ve been ignoring me all day?”

You could feel Jungkook’s chest tense beneath you, but he didn’t flinch.

Instead, he slowly looked up at her—calm but cold.

And then he said it.

Voice low. Firm. Unapologetic.

“My girl doesn’t like when I’m close to other females. So I’m not.”

Alina’s eyes widened.

He continued, not letting her speak. “I’ve ignored it for too long. But I’m not going to anymore.”

Your breath hitched.

Jungkook’s voice dropped even lower, his words deliberate. “I won’t talk to you. Or any other girl. It’s better if you stay away from me… unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

Alina’s jaw dropped open. “You’re joking,” she scoffed, almost laughing in disbelief. “You mean to say you’re ending our friendship… just because of your so-called girlfriend?”

Then came the shift.

His body moved.

He pulled away from you gently, just enough to stand—and when he did, the air in the room turned heavy.

He walked up to Alina slowly, towering over her.

And then—

“Mind your words, Alina.” His voice cut through like steel.

She flinched.

“When you talk about her… you better choose your words wisely,” he continued, eyes dark, jaw clenched. “Because I won’t let anyone disrespect her. Not even you.”

You sat frozen on the bench, heart pounding in your chest.

Alina stammered, “I—It’s not like that, I didn’t mean—”

But Jungkook wasn’t finished.

“Yes,” he said sharply. “I’m breaking our friendship.”

Alina stared at him, stunned.

“Because I can’t afford to break her trust. Ever.” His voice cracked slightly with emotion. “She’s not just someone I’m dating. She’s my present. My future. And I will not compromise anything for her. No matter what it takes.”

Silence.

Alina stood there, speechless.

You wanted to look away. You wanted to shrink.

But then Jungkook turned back to you.

His eyes softened the moment they met yours. And in a single second, everything around you disappeared.

He walked over, knelt down beside you, and took your hand.

You blinked at him, tears threatening again.

He lifted your hand gently, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered so only you could hear, “for making you feel like I wasn’t yours.”

Tears spilled down your cheek.

You didn’t answer. You just reached out and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder.

And he held you.

Like nothing else mattered.

Like he was done hiding.

Because now, the world knew.

You weren’t invisible anymore.

You were his.

The weight that had clung to your heart for so long—the fear, the insecurity, the voice inside that always whispered you’re not enough—it cracked open after what Jungkook did for you.

The way he stood up for you.

The way he ended friendships without blinking.

The way he showed the world, without a doubt, that you were his.

And suddenly…

You were done hiding.

You didn’t want to be invisible anymore.

You didn’t want to shrink in the background.

You didn’t want to be the secret he protected.

You wanted to be the girl he proudly loved—and for the whole world to see.

So when you spotted him in the cafeteria later that day, sitting casually at a table with a few of his other friends, laughing at something, you didn’t stop to think.

You didn’t care about the stares.

You didn’t care about Alina or anyone else.

Your heart raced, your palms sweaty—but you moved. Determined.

“Jungkook!”

Your voice rang out across the cafeteria.

The room quieted instantly, heads turning, curious eyes wide.

Jungkook froze mid-laugh, looking up at you, shocked.

You were standing at the entrance—face flushed, eyes fierce, chest heaving from nerves and adrenaline.

He blinked, stunned, as you started walking toward him.

Faster. Closer.

His friends stared, confused. Whispers rippled through the room.

But you didn’t care. Not anymore.

You stopped right in front of him.

His mouth opened slightly, as if to ask what was happening—but before he could speak, you grabbed the collar of his shirt with trembling hands, yanked him down to your level, and—

Kissed him.

Your first kiss.

Your heart exploded in your chest. The world disappeared. It was just the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the way he went rigid at first, shocked beyond words.

You poured everything into it—all the love you’d kept hidden, all the longing, all the silent wishes.

And Jungkook?

He didn’t push you away.

Not even close.

His hands hovered for a second—caught between shock and disbelief—before finally, they settled gently on your waist. Still hesitant. Still stunned.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, cheeks burning, his eyes were wide, searching your face like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

He stared at you, mouth slightly parted, chest rising and falling hard.

He wasn’t sure what shocked him more—

That you kissed him…

Or that you kissed him in front of everyone.

You stood there, heart pounding so loudly you could hear it in your ears. Your lips tingled from the kiss—your first. His first with you. The one you’d both been too scared or too shy to take… until now.

Jungkook was frozen.

For a moment, his dark eyes searched yours like he was trying to understand if this was real—or some dream he’d wake up from. His lips were still parted in shock, breath shallow, gaze locked on you.

The cafeteria was silent.

You could feel dozens of eyes glued to you both. Whispers swirled like a storm.

“Did Yn just—?”

“That’s Jungkook’s girlfriend?!”

“No way… she kissed him!”

“Bro, did you see that?”

Alina stood near the vending machine, jaw dropped, eyes burning with disbelief, fists clenched at her sides.

But none of that mattered.

Because suddenly, Jungkook moved.

The shock melted from his face, replaced by something fierce—pride, relief, love. His lips curved into that rare, soft smile he only ever gave you.

And in one swift motion, he grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His voice was low but firm, loud enough for everyone around to hear.

“She’s mine.”

The room gasped.

You felt his forehead press gently against yours, his thumb brushing your cheek, as if trying to memorize the feel of your skin.

“And I’m hers,” he added, voice steady, certain.

His friends stared in stunned silence—no one daring to interrupt. The entire cafeteria seemed to hold its breath.

Even Alina couldn’t speak. For once, the girl who always had something to say was left speechless, realizing that no amount of boldness or closeness could change what Jungkook’s heart had already chosen.

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t look away. You didn’t hide. Not anymore.

You let him hold you, let the world see.

And when you looked into his eyes, you finally saw it—no coldness, no distance. Just warmth. Just the boy who, for so long, had been waiting for you to see what he always knew:

He was yours. And always would be.

The room slowly began to buzz again, but the two of you didn’t care.

Because in that moment, nothing else existed.

The rest of the day passed in a blur.

The stares. The whispers. The double-takes in the hallways.

But none of it mattered anymore—not to you. Not to him.

When the final bell rang, Jungkook didn’t let you walk home alone. His hand found yours, fingers lacing tightly, as if daring the world to look. And oh, they looked. But for the first time, you didn’t care.

Later that evening, the two of you were back at the apartment. The weight of the day had lifted, but the adrenaline still hummed in your veins.

You were in your room, pretending to read, heart still racing from what you’d done. And then—

A soft knock at your door.

Before you could answer, it cracked open, and Jungkook peeked in, one brow raised, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

“Can I come in?” he asked, though his body was already halfway inside.

You nodded, cheeks heating instantly.

He strolled over, hands in his pockets, eyes twinkling with that boyish charm he only ever showed you. He stopped at the edge of your bed, tilting his head like he was examining a mystery.

You blinked up at him. “What?”

That grin grew wider.

“What happened to my shy little mouse, huh?” he teased, crossing his arms. “The one who couldn’t even hold my hand at the gate?”

Your face burned hotter. “Jungkook…”

“Oh no, no, no,” he laughed softly, sitting beside you, leaning close enough that you could feel his breath. “You don’t get to hide now. Not after that kiss.”

You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. “Don’t tease me…”

But of course, he did.

He gently tugged your hands away, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You called my name in front of the entire cafeteria. Marched over. Grabbed my collar. Kissed me like it was some K-drama finale.”

You buried your face in his shoulder to escape his gaze. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, warm and protective.

“And you know what?” he whispered, voice softening as he nuzzled your hair.

You hesitated. “What?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” he said, his heart thudding steadily beneath your cheek. “Since the day I fell for you.”

Your breath caught.

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, his expression turning tender, his fingers brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured. “My bold girl.”

And then—he kissed you.

Gently. Slowly. No rush. No crowd. Just you, him, and the promise in that simple, perfect moment.

The end...