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CHAPTER 46 â KISS ME, THEN LEAVE
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It starts with rain.
The sky is an open wound, spilling over the campus in sheets, drenching everything in silver. Thunder growls low and long, like itâs waiting for something. Or someone. Youâre not sure why you didnât check the forecast, why you didnât bring an umbrella, why your heart starts racing when you realize the only shelter nearby is the old library building â the one that barely anyone uses now.
Youâre soaked by the time you step inside, water trailing down your arms and pooling beneath your shoes. The door creaks shut behind you. And heâs there.
Sunghoon.
Heâs leaning against a bookshelf, a paperback in hand, hair slightly mussed like heâs been here a while. When he looks up, the air shifts. You feel it immediately. A sharp, silent ripple that passes between you both like static.
He doesnât say anything at first.
Neither do you.
Youâre shivering, your clothes sticking to your skin, your heart doing the kind of thing that hearts only do when theyâre about to change everything.
"You're drenched," he finally says, his voice soft, cautious. Like if he speaks too loudly, something fragile will break. You shrug. "Didnât expect rain."
A beat. Then, "You always forget your umbrella."
The weight of his words settles in your chest. He remembers. The little things. Always has.
You swallow. Itâs unbearable, the silence that follows, filled with too many things left unsaid. You want to scream. You want to run. You want toâ
"I broke up with Daniel," you blurt, and your voice echoes a little too loudly in the high ceilinged space.
His brows lift, but he doesnât move. "Why?" You look down. "Because he was right. I was lying to myself." Sunghoon sets the book down gently. He doesnât interrupt. He waits.
You step closer. "Iâve been avoiding it. You. Everything. Because I was scared. Because I thought maybe if I stayed busy enough or distracted myself with someone else, the feelings would just â go away."
"And did they?" You shake your head. "No. Not even for a second."
The room feels heavier now. The air between you charged and thick.
He takes a slow step forward, and itâs so quiet you hear the raindrops tapping the windows like impatient fingers. Heâs right in front of you now. So close, you can see the tiny mole under his jaw. The way his lashes clump slightly from the humidity.
"This isnât fair to you," you whisper. "I donât know what Iâm doing. I donât even know if Iâm ready for this. I just know that I canât stop thinking about you."
He reaches up â his fingers brushing a wet strand of hair from your cheek, tucking it gently behind your ear. And in that moment, something shifts again. You see it in his eyes â the war, the surrender, the longing.
And then he kisses you.
Itâs not gentle. Itâs not hesitant.
Itâs desperate.
His lips crash into yours like heâs been waiting a lifetime. Like heâs angry. Like heâs alive. Your fingers clutch the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, grounding yourself. Everything disappears â your confusion, the past, the storm outside.
Until he pulls away.
Breathless. Chest heaving.
He takes a step back, shaking his head, eyes filled with something you donât understand yet. Something heavier than disappointment. More fragile than anger.
"Youâre not ready."
It punches the air from your lungs.
"Sunghoonâ"
"Donât," he says, and heâs already stepping further away. "Donât say anything. I know you think youâre ready. But youâre not. And I canât do this again. I wonât be someone you run to just because youâre lost."
Your chest is a cavern. Hollow and echoing.
"It wasnât like that," you say, voice cracking.
He just looks at you. Quiet. Wounded.
"I love you," you whisper.
And he smiles â sad, soft, shattering.
"Then learn how to love yourself first."
He turns. Walks away.
The door creaks open again. The rain hasnât stopped. Youâre alone.
But this time, the silence doesnât feel empty.
It feels like something beginning.
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chapter 45 â INK & MEMORY
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It takes days before the embarrassment dulls. You spend most of your time in bed, blinds drawn, phone on Do Not Disturb. You canât stop replaying the way Sunghoon looked at you, calm, almost pitying â as you stumbled through that drunken confession.
Confused. Thatâs what youâd said. And he had believed you.
You told him you didnât know what you felt. And he believed that.
But that wasnât the truth, was it?
Because as the days go by, and your head starts to clear, you remember things. Stupid things. Little things. And every single one of them has his name written all over it.
You remember the way heâd always walk on the side closest to the road. The way heâd quietly take your tray and dump it when you forgot. How heâd never laugh when you tripped over your words, just wait patiently and let you try again.
And then there were the times heâd show up outside your apartment when you were sick, pretending he "just happened to be in the area" with soup in hand.
You remember it all now. The warmth of those moments, the familiarity of him. The softness.
He had always been there.
You lie on your bed, fingers tangled in your blanket, and the guilt hits you like a wave. Because he had always been there. And you had looked right through him.
Not anymore.
You pull yourself out of bed and reach for your notebook. It's the one you used to use for journaling, back before everything exploded. Most of the pages are empty now, except for messy, half written thoughts and angry scribbles.
But this page, this one will be different.
You start writing. No edits. No second guesses.
Dear Sunghoon,
I donât know if youâll ever read this. Honestly, I donât think Iâll ever give it to you. But I need to write it.
I need to say this somewhere, even if itâs just to myself.
I think Iâve been in love with you longer than I knew.
Itâs not the kind of love that comes with fireworks and drama. Itâs not loud or chaotic. Itâs not like how it was with Jake or even Jay. Itâs quieter. Softer. Slower. Like I blinked and one day I realized you were the only person whoâs ever made me feel safe just by being around.
I miss you. Not just in the way people say they miss someone. I miss the you that would wait for me after class. The you who always knew when I needed to get out of my own head. The you who never pushed, who always stayed just long enough.
You told me you wouldnât be my rebound.
You were right.
Youâre not my rebound. You were never second choice. You were just⊠someone I didnât understand I needed until it was too late.
I donât expect anything from this. I donât expect you to forgive me, or talk to me, or ever feel the same. I just needed to admit it.
I love you. And Iâm sorry I didnât know it sooner.
Love, Y/N
You stare at the letter for a long time after the ink dries. Then, without thinking too hard, you fold it once and tuck it into the back of your notebook. Itâs not meant to be sent. Not now. Maybe not ever.
But for the first time in a long time, something in your chest feels lighter.
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CHAPTER 44 â CONFRONTATION
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The party is too loud. Thatâs your first thought as you step into the buzzing chaos of someoneâs off campus house, the bass reverberating through the floor and straight into your chest. You shouldnât have come. But Lia insisted, said itâd be good for you. Said you needed to "get out of your head."
You donât tell her that your head isnât the problem. Your heart is.
Itâs been a week since Daniel broke things off in the library, and youâve been moving like youâre underwater ever since. You told yourself it didnât hurt, that you hadnât been serious about him anyway. But something about the way heâd said it â You love him, still rings in your ears.
You donât know what to do with that. You still donât.
So you drink.
The solo cup in your hand is filled with something too sweet and far too strong, but you down it anyway. Lia disappears somewhere into the crowd, laughing, and you let her go. Youâre not in the mood to chase anyone. You donât want to talk. You just want to stop thinking.
But the universe doesnât care what you want, because of course heâs here.
Sunghoon.
You spot him across the room, leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand. Heâs mid-laugh at something a girl beside him says, and he throws his head back, his eyes crinkling the way they do when heâs genuinely amused.
It punches the air right out of your lungs.
You donât realize youâre walking until youâre halfway across the room. You donât realize what youâre doing until heâs looking at you. He straightens a little when he sees you, brows knitting with quiet surprise. "Y/N?"
"Hey," you say, way too casual for how fast your heartâs racing. "Didnât think Iâd see you here." He gives you a half smile. "You okay?" You blink. "Yeah. Totally. Great." He studies you for a moment. You know that look â itâs the same one he used to give you back when youâd pretend everything was fine even when it wasnât. Like heâs trying to see through you. Like he already does.
Yiu hate it.
"Sunghoon," you blurt, barely aware of how close youâve stepped. "Can we talk? Somewhere⊠quieter?" He hesitates but nods. "Yeah. Sure."
You end up in the backyard, the chill of the night air sobering you just enough to regret this already.
You cross your arms over your chest, trying to find the words. "I donât know what Iâm doing." He watches you, unreadable. "Okay." "I didnât mean for any of this to happen. I didnât mean to hurt anyone. And I donât know what I feel. About⊠anything."
Silence.
You feel it creeping up again â that terrible, vulnerable feeling that makes you want to scream or cry or disappear altogether. "I justâ every time I see you with someone else, I feel like Iâm going to lose it. And I donât know why." Youâre breathless by the time you finish, blinking too fast. "Iâm confused. Thatâs all Iâm trying to say."
Heâs quiet for a long moment. Then he exhales.
"I get it."
You look at him, hopeful. Too hopeful.
"But Iâm not going to be your rebound, Y/N."
You freeze.
"Iâve done the back and forth thing with you before. Iâve seen you cry over Jay. I watched you date Daniel. And I know youâre still figuring things out, but I canât be another mistake you make on your way to clarity."
His voice is gentle, but it shatters you anyway.
"So what?" you ask, voice cracking. "Youâre just done with me?" He looks at you like it hurts him too. "Iâm not done with you. Iâm just done being hurt by you."
That does it.
You donât say another word. You turn and walk back into the house, back into the noise and the lights and the people who donât know the kind of wreckage you just walked away from.
You feel humiliated.
Not because of what you said.
But because of how much it still matters.
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CHAPTER 43 â JEALOUSY
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You see Sunghoon with another girl again, and this time, something inside you snaps. You don't even realize you're staring until Lia nudges you with her elbow, a knowing smirk on her face.
"You're going to burn a hole through them if you keep looking like that," she teases. You scoff, rolling your eyes. "I wasnât looking." Jay, whoâs been quiet for most of lunch, finally speaks up. "You so were." Lia hums, her grin widening. "Yeah, and youâre gripping your fork like you want to stab someone."
You let out a laugh, too forced to be genuine. "You guys are ridiculous. I donât care what he does. Heâs just my friend." "Right," Jay says dryly, sipping his drink. "Just your friend."
You shift in your seat, suddenly feeling suffocated. The teasing doesnât stop there. It follows you throughout the day, little jabs from Lia and Jay every time Sunghoon so much as breathes near you. You tell yourself it doesnât matter. You tell yourself youâre not bothered. You tell yourself you donât care.
But the lie doesnât stick when Daniel pulls you aside after class.
"We need to talk," he says, expression unreadable.
You hesitate but nod, following him to the library. Itâs quiet, empty enough that your hushed voices wonât draw attention.
Daniel exhales, running a hand through his hair. "I think we both know this isnât working."
Your stomach twists. "What do you mean?"
He gives you a look, soft but firm. "You love him."
The words knock the air out of your lungs. You shake your head instantly. "No, I donâtâ" "Y/N." His voice is gentle, but thereâs no room for argument. "I see it. Everyone sees it. Maybe even he does too." Your throat tightens. "Thatâs not true."
Daniel smiles, and itâs the kind of smile that makes you feel worse. "I like you, Y/N. Youâre great. But you donât look at me the way you look at him. And I donât want to be with someone whoâs in love with someone else."
Silence stretches between you. The denial is at the tip of your tongue, but it doesnât come out.
Because maybe heâs right. You exhale shakily. "Iâm sorry."
Daniel nods, the tension leaving his shoulders. "Donât be. Just⊠figure it out, yeah?"
He leaves before you can say anything else. And for the first time, youâre forced to sit with the truth youâve been running from.
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CHAPTER 42 â DENIAL
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You didnât think it would get this quiet.
Not the kind of quiet where everything feels still, calm. It was the sort of quiet that settles deep in your bones and makes the world feel like it's paused just for you to realize how empty you are.
Ever since that night â the night you stood in your room, telling yourself over and over again that you didnât like Sunghoon, things hadnât felt the same. You tried to convince yourself the ache wasnât real. That it didnât sting when you saw him walking to class with that same girl from before, casually laughing at something she said.
You werenât close anymore. That was clear. He hadnât been avoiding you, not really â but the space between you had stretched, like something invisible had snapped and neither of you knew how to knot it back together. It wasnât cold. Just⊠unfamiliar.
So, you pivoted.
You said yes to the first guy who asked you out after midterms.
His name was Daniel. He was nice. The kind of nice that made you feel guilty for not liking him more. You met him through a mutual friend at a party you almost didnât attend. You had spent half the night glancing at your phone, hoping â stupidly, for a message from Sunghoon that wouldnât come. So when Daniel leaned in, a cup in his hand and a crooked grin on his face, and said, "You look like you could use some air," you followed him out without thinking.
The conversation flowed easily. He didnât know about your past. About Jake. About Jay. About the letters or the mess they left behind. He didnât ask about Sunghoon. He didnât say your name like it meant something tragic.
That night, you let yourself laugh. You let yourself believe that maybe, maybe this was a good idea.
By your second hangout, Daniel was walking you back to your apartment and saying things like, "Youâre funnier than I expected," and, "I havenât met anyone like you before."
You smiled. You laughed. You kissed him at your doorstep and pretended it didnât feel wrong.
The next morning, you woke up to a good morning text with too many exclamation marks. You stared at it for a long time, phone in hand, before you replied.
You didnât tell Lia.
Lia would see through you in an instant, and you didnât want to explain that the only reason you were still texting Daniel was because you missed the way Sunghoon used to look at you. Like you mattered. Like you made sense.
You didnât want to admit how much you missed being known.
Over the next few weeks, Daniel made it easy.
He took you out for coffee and studied with you in the library. He made stupid jokes and sent you TikToks he thought youâd like. He touched your hand under the table, grinning like he couldnât believe his luck, and youâd squeeze back â because pretending was easier than admitting that every time you closed your eyes, you still saw Sunghoon sitting across from you on the floor, flipping through your notes with that stupid concentration face.
Sunghoon didnât ask about Daniel. But he knew.
He saw you one afternoon, walking past the campus garden. You had just said something Daniel thought was hilarious â you didnât even remember what â and he was laughing too loud, tugging your hand playfully, when you spotted him.
Sunghoon.
Standing by the vending machine, his hand hovering over the keypad. His expression blank, unreadable. Eyes fixed on you and Daniel.
Your breath caught. You didnât stop walking. But something in you faltered.
He didnât look angry. Or jealous. Just⊠distant. Like a stranger.
Daniel didnât notice.
But you couldnât stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. For the rest of the week.
Later that night, you scrolled through your camera roll, landing on a picture you forgot you had: Sunghoon, sitting on your couch, a blanket over his head like a cape, looking grumpy because youâd just beaten him in Mario Kart. You zoomed in on his expression, the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, the way his eyes betrayed his amusement even though he was trying to act annoyed.
You deleted the picture.
Or you tried to. Your thumb hovered over the trash icon for a solid minute before you locked your phone and shoved it under your pillow instead.
You kept dating Daniel.
He started calling you by a nickname you didnât particularly like, but you didnât correct him. He introduced you to his friends at lunch, draping an arm around your shoulder like it was second nature. They smiled politely. You smiled back. None of it felt real.
You didnât tell Daniel about your past.
Not because you were ashamed â but because you couldnât imagine him understanding. The version of you that he saw wasnât the real one. It was curated. Edited. Stripped of the mess and the grief and the tangled history of the last few months.
One night, he brought you flowers. Tulips. They were pretty.
He handed them over with a bashful grin, like he was nervous youâd say no. You didnât. You kissed his cheek and thanked him and put them in a glass on your kitchen counter.
You didnât tell him tulips had been Jayâs favorite.
And you didnât expect the wave of nausea that hit you that night, when you were lying beside Daniel on the couch and he reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours.
It wasnât the same.
You remembered how Sunghoon used to take your hand gently, like it was something precious. How he never rushed. How even the smallest touches had felt loud with meaning.
This? This was quiet. Too quiet.
You told yourself it was fine. That Daniel was sweet and good and normal. That you werenât broken. That if you just gave it time, something would click.
It didnât.
You went on like that for another few weeks.
Until the night Daniel said, âI think Iâm falling for you.â
You froze.
You stared at him, eyes wide, heart pounding in your chest. He didnât notice your panic at first. He leaned in to kiss you, still smiling, still looking at you like you were everything.
You turned your head.
The kiss landed on your cheek. The silence between you finally cracked.
You broke up with him two days later.
He took it better than you expected. Hurt, obviously. But not angry. He said, âI hope you figure it out. Whatever it is.â You nodded. Said sorry again. Watched him walk away.
And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself sit in the aftermath without trying to clean it up.
You missed Sunghoon.
But more than that, you missed yourself.
You didnât know what to do with that yet.
So you sat with it. Just sat.
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CHAPTER 41 â NEW BEGINNINGS
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The days slipped into a quiet rhythm, one that felt both familiar and unsettling. You werenât sure when the tension around you had eased, but it had, like a long-held breath finally exhaled. Classes felt lighter, conversations less strained, and somehow, the world seemed just a little bit more forgiving.
Youâd started to piece yourself back together. It wasnât perfect â you were still figuring out what it meant to be okay, but you were getting there. Journaling helped. You wrote down thoughts that wouldnât leave you alone, confessions you couldnât say out loud. Little truths that made your chest feel lighter, even if just for a moment.
Lia was sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through her phone while you tried to focus on your notes. She glanced up every few minutes, probably sensing how lost in thought you were.
Finally, she broke the silence. âYou know, youâve been... different lately.â You looked up, raising an eyebrow. âDifferent how?â She shrugged, tucking her legs beneath her. âI donât know. Like, less... weighed down. But also kind of distant. Are you really over it all?â
You paused, pen hovering above the page. Over it all. What did that even mean? You swallowed the urge to give her some automatic reassurance. âI donât know,â you admitted. âSome days, it feels like Iâm past it. Other days, itâs like it all comes crashing back.â
Lia hummed in understanding. âMakes sense. You went through a lot.â You gave a weak smile. âYeah.â
She didnât push further, just offered you a small, supportive nod before going back to her phone. You were grateful for that â grateful that she didnât expect you to have it all figured out.
The next morning, campus was buzzing with the kind of energy that only a Friday could bring. You walked with Lia to the courtyard, the crisp air biting at your cheeks. Youâd just rounded the corner when you spotted them â Sunghoon and a girl you vaguely recognized from your history class.
They were sitting on one of the low stone walls, and Sunghoon was laughing â really laughing, his head tipped back, eyes squinted against the sun. The girl was grinning too, leaning just a little too close, nudging his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You felt your stomach twist in a way that didnât make sense. It wasnât jealousy â it couldnât be. You and Sunghoon were just friends. Friends who had survived the wreckage together. Friends who had learned to breathe again. Friends who...
Your heart gave an unsteady lurch.
Lia nudged you with her elbow, a knowing smirk on her face. âYou good?â You forced a laugh. âOf course. Why wouldnât I be?â
She didnât answer, just gave you that look â the one that said she wasnât buying it. You hated how your chest felt tight, how your thoughts spiraled without your permission.
You couldnât tear your eyes away from him â couldnât stop noticing the way his smile softened when he looked at her. It shouldnât have bothered you. It shouldnât have made your chest ache like this.
But it did.
You knew it wasnât fair. Sunghoon deserved to be happy â to find comfort without the shadow of everything youâd been through together. Youâd promised yourself that you wouldnât stand in the way of that. You werenât supposed to feel like this.
But the feeling was there â heavy and unspoken and real.
Lia shot you a sidelong glance, eyebrows raised. âYouâre staring.â You looked away quickly, the embarrassment rushing to your cheeks. âIâm not.â âRight. Sure. Just keep telling yourself that.â
You wanted to deny it â to push back against the idea that something was shifting inside you. But the truth was written all over your face. You didnât need Lia to spell it out to know that.
The rest of the day dragged on with that uneasy feeling still tangled up in your chest. You couldnât focus in class, and when Sunghoon walked past you later, offering a small smile, you barely managed to return it.
He seemed unfazed, like nothing was different. And maybe to him, it wasnât. Maybe this was just your own problem â your own mess to sort through. You hated the way that thought made you feel sick.
When you finally made it back to your dorm, you dropped your bag and fell onto your bed, covering your face with your hands. It was stupid, the way you felt so thrown off by one small thing. But it wasnât just that â it was the way it made you question everything. The way it made you wonder if youâd been lying to yourself this whole time.
If maybe, somewhere in the mess of healing and surviving, youâd started feeling something more.
And now you couldnât stop thinking about it.
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CHAPTER 40 â ONE SMALL SPARK
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The days stretched out in peaceful, quiet monotony. There was no drama, no lingering shadows of conflict. Just life â moving forward at its own pace.
You had fallen into a routine, and for once, it didnât feel suffocating. You went to class, studied in the library, and cooked with Sunghoon when he swung by after his evening practice. It wasnât anything special â just two people in the same space, moving in sync without having to say much.
Tonight, he was leaning over your shoulder as you scrolled through a recipe on your phone. His arm was braced on the counter beside you, close enough that you could feel his warmth without actually touching.
âYouâre gonna burn the garlic,â he pointed out, and you quickly nudged the pan off the heat. You made a face. âIâm not even burning it.â âYou were about to,â he teased, shooting you a small smile. âStir it before it sticks.â
You huffed but did as he said, biting back a grin. âYouâre so picky.â âJust trying to make sure itâs edible,â he shot back, nudging your shoulder with his. You couldnât help but laugh, and he smiled at the sound â soft, barely there, but enough to make something tighten in your chest.
There was a brief lull, just the quiet crackle of the stove and the occasional clink of a spoon against the pan. You glanced up, catching his reflection in the window above the sink, and found him already looking at you.
Your breath hitched.
Sunghoon didnât look away â didnât drop his gaze or pretend he hadnât been staring. He just watched you, calm and steady, like he had no intention of hiding it.
You swallowed, feeling your heart thud a little harder than usual. You didnât know what to do â what to say. But before you could think of something clever or brush it off with a joke, he moved.
It was nothing â just a shift of his hand to the stove knob, lowering the heat. But it snapped you out of whatever weird trance had settled over you.
You cleared your throat, trying to act like your pulse wasnât racing. âUhâthanks. For that.â
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. âFor saving your garlic? Anytime.â
You shoved his shoulder lightly, and he just laughed, leaning back against the counter with a casual ease you envied. You forced yourself to focus on the food, ignoring the way your hands were trembling just slightly.
It didnât mean anything. It was just a moment â one that didnât matter, one that wasnât real.
But later, when you were alone in your room, your mind wouldnât let it go. You couldnât stop replaying the way heâd looked at you â like he wasnât afraid to let you see what he was thinking.
You hated how your heart fluttered at the memory. How it made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you werenât imagining things.
You pulled your knees to your chest, burying your face against them as your thoughts spiraled. You knew better than to read into it. Knew better than to let yourself fall again.
But despite every warning in your head, one thought wouldnât leave you alone.
What if it was real?
And for the first time, you didnât immediately push the thought away.
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CHAPTER 39 â THE QUIET CHAPTER
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It had been a long time since your apartment felt like home.
Not just a place to sleep, or a space to hide from the world â but an actual, comforting home. You hadnât realized how much it weighed on you until you stepped through the door one evening and didnât feel the familiar heaviness in your chest.
You dropped your bag on the floor and glanced around, taking in the faint glow of the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows. The room felt warm, lived-in, safe. For the first time in what felt like ages, you didnât feel like you were holding your breath.
Maybe it was because things had finally started to settle. The chaos of the last few weeks had eased into something quieter, more bearable. There was no more waiting for the next fight or bracing yourself for another confrontation. You werenât entirely okay yet â but you were getting there.
The sound of a knock at your door broke through your thoughts. You blinked, then moved to open it, half-expecting it to be one of your neighbors. Instead, Sunghoon stood there, holding a small grocery bag in one hand.
âHey,â he greeted with a small smile. âI brought stuff to make dinner.â You raised an eyebrow. âYou know how to cook?â He looked mildly offended. âOf course I do. Iâm a man of many talents.â
A snort escaped before you could stop it, and he just rolled his eyes, stepping inside and nudging the door shut with his foot. You followed him to the kitchen, curiosity piqued as he set the bag on the counter and started pulling out ingredients.
âWhat are we making?â you asked, leaning against the counter. âSomething simple,â he replied, holding up a pack of noodles and some vegetables. âYou trust me?â âShould I?â His lips curved into a grin. âGuess youâll find out.â
You stayed close as he moved around the small kitchen, surprisingly efficient despite his teasing. He handed you a cutting board and a knife, pointing at the vegetables. âThink you can manage these?â You gave him a flat look. âIâm not completely useless, you know.â He chuckled. âNever said you were.â
The rhythm of chopping and sizzling filled the kitchen, and for a moment, it was just comfortable silence. Occasionally, youâd glance up to find him watching you with that quiet, thoughtful expression he sometimes got, but heâd look away before you could call him out on it.
When everything was finally done, Sunghoon plated the food and set it on the table. You took a tentative bite and found yourself pleasantly surprised.
âThis is actually good,â you said, slightly impressed. He gave you a mock-offended glare. âActually? Wow. Your faith in me is astounding.â
You just grinned, and the two of you fell into easy conversation as you ate. The tension that usually sat like a weight on your shoulders felt a little lighter. It wasnât perfect â but it was better.
After dinner, you found yourself sprawled on the couch, one of your notebooks open in your lap. Sunghoon joined you, bringing over his own notes and dropping into the seat next to you.
âWhat are you working on?â he asked. You sighed. âTrying to get ahead on some of this coursework. Iâve been falling behind.â He hummed thoughtfully. âWant some help?â You hesitated. âYou donât have to.â âI want to,â he replied simply.
And that was that. You didnât protest when he slid your notebook closer, glancing over the pages and pointing out things youâd missed. He didnât make you feel stupid or overwhelmed â just guided you through the parts that confused you, his voice soft and steady.
At some point, your thoughts drifted, and you just watched him â the way his brow furrowed slightly when he concentrated, how his lips curved upward whenever you understood something without him needing to explain further. You didnât know how long you sat there, just existing next to him, but it was the most peaceful youâd felt in weeks.
Eventually, he noticed your attention and glanced at you, eyebrows raised. âWhat?â You shook your head, a tiny smile on your lips. âNothing. Just⊠thanks.â He softened. âAnytime.â
The rest of the evening passed in that same, comfortable way. Studying, talking, occasionally teasing each other just for the sake of it. You hadnât realized how much you needed this â the quiet, the reassurance that not everything was broken beyond repair.
Later, after Sunghoon had gone and you were left alone with your thoughts, you found yourself pulling out an old journal you hadnât touched in months. Flipping to a blank page, you let the pen hover for a moment before writing down whatever came to mind. It wasnât coherent or profound, just little thoughts and fragments of feelings that had built up over time.
And when you finally closed the journal and settled into bed, you felt lighter.
It wasnât perfect. You werenât completely healed. But for once, you didnât feel like the world was crushing you under its weight.
And that was enough.
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CHAPTER 38 â JAKE'S BREAKDOWN
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Jake doesnât call you for three days.
Itâs almost worrying how quickly you notice. Thereâs a strange absence in your routine â no random texts asking if youâre eating, no calls interrupting your study sessions just because heâs bored, no sudden appearances at your doorstep when he knows youâre down.
You know you should be grateful for the quiet. You know you should appreciate the space.
But somehow, it makes your chest ache more than youâd like to admit.
On the fourth day, youâre leaving your last class when you see him leaning against the railings just outside the building. His head is bowed, hands shoved into his pockets, and something about the way heâs just⊠standing there makes your steps falter.
He glances up, and his face looks different. Tired. Worn out in a way you havenât seen since everything went wrong.
You hesitate, but he takes a breath and straightens up, walking over.
âCan we talk?â he asks quietly, and you just nod, too drained to fight him on it.
He leads you to the campus gardens, where the noise of passing students fades into the background. You donât sit â just stand a few paces away from each other, the space between you tense and unfamiliar.
âIâm not here to make excuses,â Jake starts, his voice almost brittle. âI just⊠I need you to know that I get it now.â
You glance at him, brows knitting. âGet what?â
He licks his lips, looking down at his hands. âHow I hurt you. How I was so obsessed with having you that I didnât think about what you wanted. Or what you needed. I kept pushing â kept trying to fix things my way because I thought⊠I thought it was better than losing you.â
His words are heavy, sinking into your chest like stones. You donât know how to respond, so you just stay quiet, letting him continue.
âI never really thought about what you wanted. I just assumed that if I loved you hard enough, it would be enough. That I could make you love me back the same way. But thatâs not love. Thatâs control.â
His eyes are glassy, and you can tell heâs been thinking about this for a long time. You swallow down the lump in your throat.
âIt wasnât your fault,â you say softly, but he shakes his head. âNo. It was. I wanted to have you without actually understanding you. And Iâm sorry. For everything. For making you feel like you didnât have a choice. For making you feel guilty when it wasnât your responsibility to fix me.â
His voice cracks on the last word, and you realize that for the first time, Jake looks completely, heartbreakingly vulnerable.
You donât know what to say. Apologies would feel hollow, and reassurance feels wrong.
So you just say the truth. âI didnât hate you. I just⊠couldnât be what you needed. And it wasnât fair to either of us to keep pretending I could.â
He wipes at his face roughly, like heâs angry at himself for showing weakness. âI know. And Iâm done trying to make it your problem. You donât deserve that.â
He looks at you then, and thereâs a kind of resignation in his gaze that makes your chest twist painfully.
âYou deserve to be happy,â he murmurs. âAnd if Iâm not part of that⊠then thatâs okay. I just needed to tell you Iâm sorry before I can let go.â
Itâs like heâs drawing a line, setting a boundary that he should have set long ago. You want to tell him that itâs okay, that heâll be fine, that heâs stronger than he thinks. But heâs already taking a step back, giving you a small, crooked smile thatâs more sad than anything.
âTake care, Y/N.â
And just like that, heâs gone â walking down the path without looking back. You feel the ache settle in your bones, but this time, itâs different.
Itâs not regret. Itâs not relief, either. Itâs just⊠acceptance.
And as you stand there alone, the weight on your shoulders feels just a little lighter.
Could this be a step towards healing?
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CHAPTER 37 â JAY'S GOODBYE
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The message from Jay came at half past six.
It wasnât anything dramatic, nothing that seemed like it would change anything. Just a simple, âCan we meet?â followed by a time and place. You almost didnât respond. Your finger hovered over the screen for longer than you wanted to admit, but eventually, you typed out a quick, âOkay.â
It was almost laughable how normal the message looked. How plain and unassuming. As if he hadnât been one of your best friends for years. As if everything hadnât changed.
You didnât know what you expected when you walked to the spot he mentioned, just a little corner near the old art building. The sky was painted with the fading hues of sunset, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. You saw Jay there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his back against the wall.
He didnât look up immediately. You wondered if he was just as unsure about this meeting as you were.
When he finally raised his gaze, his eyes were softer than youâd seen in weeks. Almost nostalgic. âHey.â You gave a small nod. âHey.â
An awkward silence stretched between you. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, fingers curling around the strap of your bag.
Jay cleared his throat. âI wasnât sure youâd come.â
You didnât know how to respond to that. Instead, you just looked at him, taking in the way his shoulders seemed more hunched than usual, like he was carrying something far heavier than his usual confidence.
âI thought about just... letting things go,â Jay admitted, finally looking at you properly. âNot saying anything. But that didnât feel right.â Your stomach twisted. âSaying anything about what?â
He hesitated, kicking at a small pebble on the ground. âAbout everything. About how I treated you. About how I handled things. I keep thinking about it, and every time, I realize how unfair it was.â
Your throat felt tight. âJayââ
âNo, let me finish,â he cut in, voice surprisingly gentle. âI know I messed up. I hurt you. I made things harder than they needed to be, and I shouldâve known better. You never deserved to be caught up in all of that, and I... Iâm sorry.â
The sincerity in his tone knocked the breath out of you. You hadnât expected this. An apology, maybe, but not this kind of raw honesty. Not from Jay.
âI kept thinking it would just get better on its own,â he continued, his gaze dropping to the ground. âThat maybe if I just held on a little longer, everything would go back to the way it was. But thatâs not how it works, is it?â
You shook your head slowly. âNo. Itâs not.â
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. âI canât keep pretending like it didnât happen. Like I didnât make it worse. I wanted to blame Jake for everything because it was easier than admitting I played a part, too.â
You swallowed down the lump in your throat. âIt wasnât just you, Jay. We all made mistakes.â
He gave a small, bitter smile. âMaybe. But Iâm done trying to fix something thatâs already broken. Maybe stepping back is the only thing left to do.â You stared at him, unsure how to process that. âWhat do you mean?â
Jay didnât answer immediately. He glanced at the sky, like he was searching for words. âIâm stepping back from... everything. The group. You. Itâs not because I hate you or him or anyone. I just... I canât keep doing this to myself. To you.â
The weight of his words hit you hard, and you could feel the sting behind your eyes. âYouâre really leaving?â
He smiled again, softer this time. âI think I need to. I donât know how else to move on. Iâll still be around, but I need space. I need to figure myself out without holding onto something thatâs just hurting me.â
You nodded, though the ache in your chest felt unbearable. âI understand.â
He hesitated before reaching out, his hand brushing yours just lightly enough to make you pause. âI hope... I hope you find what makes you happy. I mean that.â
You could only whisper, âYou too.â
Jay stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets again. He gave you one last look, something almost wistful, before nodding and walking away.
You stood there long after he left, letting the cool evening air wrap around you. You couldnât quite place how you felt. Relieved? Sad? Maybe a bit of both.
But even with the heaviness lingering in your chest, you knew one thing for sure â this goodbye was something you both needed.
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CHAPTER 36 â GUILT, GUILT, GUILT
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You hadnât slept.
Not that youâd really tried. It was more like lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, while your thoughts tore through your head at a hundred miles an hour. Everything felt like a loop â Jakeâs kiss, Jay walking away, Sunghoonâs quiet presence. Over and over and over, until you wanted to scream.
Youâd always known that love was messy. You just didnât think it would be this ugly.
Regret gnawed at you from the inside out. Maybe you should have just picked Jake. Maybe if youâd just chosen him, things wouldnât be so complicated. Maybe Jay wouldnât have walked away like he didnât even know you anymore.
A choked sound left your throat, and you pressed your hand over your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut. No. You couldnât afford to break down now. You couldnât fall apart, not when there was so much left unresolved. Not when you couldnât even decide if you were allowed to be sad about it.
The room was too quiet. Too suffocating. You forced yourself up, tugging on a hoodie and shoving your phone into your pocket. The halls were empty as you wandered, the chill of the night air nipping at your cheeks. You hadnât meant to end up at the quad, but your feet carried you there on instinct. It was quieter than usual, the distant hum of traffic barely reaching you.
You found a bench and sat down, elbows on your knees as you buried your face in your hands. It wasnât fair. You werenât supposed to feel like this. You werenât supposed to hurt this much.
Your thoughts drifted back to Jake â back to the beginning. When things were simple. When youâd sneak out late at night just to meet him at the old diner three blocks from campus. Youâd order milkshakes and fries and talk about everything that didnât matter, laughing until your stomach hurt. Heâd steal your fries when you werenât looking and then grin when you caught him, like heâd gotten away with some grand heist.
You remembered how easy it had been to be with him, how he made you feel like the world was just a little bit lighter. How heâd pull you close and kiss your forehead like it was second nature. There were times youâd thought it was love, real, honest love â but then things got complicated. Life got complicated. You started noticing things youâd ignored before â like how Jake always had to be right, even when he wasnât. Like how heâd get defensive when you disagreed. Like how heâd shut down completely instead of talking things out.
And then there was Jay. He wasnât like Jake at all. He was thoughtful, considerate, always making sure you were okay even when he wasnât. Jay didnât kiss you impulsively or pull you into his orbit like Jake did. He lingered on the edges, waiting for you to come to him, always giving you space when you needed it. You couldnât help but wonder if that was why you never really noticed him, why it took you so long to realize that his quiet loyalty meant more than any grand gesture Jake could give.
The guilt twisted in your stomach. You shouldnât be comparing them like this. It wasnât fair to either of them. But the memories wouldnât stop coming, relentless and painful.
And then there was Sunghoon.
He hadnât been a part of it, not really. But the way he looked at you sometimes, like he saw right through every defense you put up, made your heart stutter. It wasnât even romantic, not that you thought about it that way. It was more like⊠comfort. Safety. Like when he walked you home in silence, his presence enough to make the fear and uncertainty fade just a little. You remembered the way his hand had brushed yours once, completely accidental, but enough to make you pause. You didnât know why it stuck with you so much.
You blinked back tears, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve. You werenât supposed to cry. Not now. Not when everything was already falling apart. You needed to hold it together.
But the pressure kept building, and before you knew it, a sob slipped past your lips. You pressed your hands harder against your face, trying to muffle the sound. It didnât matter. Once it started, it didnât stop.
You didnât hear Sunghoon approach, but suddenly he was there, sliding onto the bench beside you without a word. He didnât reach out or ask what was wrong. He just sat, hands resting on his knees, gaze fixed forward like he didnât even notice you crying.
It was exactly what you needed.
The sobs came harder, your shoulders shaking as you curled in on yourself. Sunghoon didnât move, didnât speak, just stayed there, unmoving, like a silent anchor in the chaos. Eventually, your crying faded into sniffles, and you wiped your face with trembling hands. Sunghoon still didnât look at you, and you couldnât find it in yourself to be embarrassed.
When you finally caught your breath, you glanced at him, hesitating. âSorry.â
He shook his head, almost imperceptibly. âDonât be.â
You didnât know what to say after that. Part of you wanted to apologize again, but you knew heâd just brush it off. Sunghoon wasnât the type to let you feel guilty about something like this.
After a while, he spoke, voice low and careful. âYou donât have to pretend with me.â
The words hit you harder than they should have, and you swallowed thickly. You didnât trust yourself to reply, so you just nodded.
The silence stretched on, but it wasnât uncomfortable. Sunghoon leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him, his hands tucked into his pockets. You followed suit, mimicking his posture, and something about it made the knot in your chest loosen just a little.
When he eventually stood up, you half-expected him to leave. But instead, he nodded toward the path back to the dorms.
âCome on. Letâs go.â
You hesitated, but when he started walking, you found yourself following without a second thought. He didnât say anything when you fell into step beside him. He didnât try to make you talk. He just stayed there, quiet and steady until you made it back to your building.
Before you could open the door, he paused, glancing at you with something almost like concern. âGet some rest.â
You gave a weak smile. âYeah. You too.â
He nodded once before turning to leave, and you watched him go, a strange sense of loss settling in your chest.
You didnât know why it hurt so much to watch him walk away.
The thing about guilt was that it never stayed quiet for long.
It crept up in the spaces between moments, clawed its way into your thoughts when you were alone, and wrapped around your chest like a vice. You didnât know when it had started to feel so suffocating â maybe it had always been this way, and you just hadnât noticed. Maybe it had been lying in wait, biding its time, and now it was here to drown you.
When you woke up the next morning, it was still there. Heavy. Unrelenting.
Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, and you glanced at the screen without picking it up. A text from Lia, âLetâs hang out later?â but you couldnât bring yourself to respond.
It wasnât just the kiss that kept playing in your mind, or the way Jake had looked at you, desperate and raw. It was the way you had pulled back, how you hadnât felt what you thought you should have felt. You thought about Jayâs face when heâd seen the two of you, his expression shuttering like he was physically bracing himself for the hurt.
You wished it didnât feel like betrayal. You wished you didnât feel like you were breaking apart from the inside out.
You tried to distract yourself â made breakfast, cleaned up the mess youâd left in the kitchen, even attempted to focus on the group project notes. But every time you thought you were okay, another memory slammed into you like a wave, dragging you back under.
When had it all gone so wrong?
Your mind drifted back to when things were simpler. Before confessions and letters and hurt feelings. Back when you, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon were just... friends. When the four of you would hang out at Jayâs house after classes, sprawled out on the floor with snacks and drinks scattered around.
You remembered one night vividly â a warm summer evening when Jay had insisted on teaching you all how to make homemade pizzas. The kitchen had been chaos, flour everywhere, Sunghoon complaining about how Jayâs âchef skillsâ were questionable at best, and Jake laughing so hard he had to clutch the counter for support.
Jake had gotten sauce on your cheek at one point, and without thinking, he had wiped it away with his thumb, grinning at you like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jay had teased him mercilessly, and Sunghoon had smirked like he knew something the rest of you didnât.
You swallowed hard. Back then, it had been so easy. So simple.
Now it was all fractured, and you didnât know how to fix it.
A knock at your door startled you, and you froze, half-hoping whoever it was would just go away. But the knocking continued, soft but persistent.
You opened the door cautiously, only to find Sunghoon on the other side. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and he looked almost hesitant, like he wasnât sure if he should be here.
âHey,â he greeted quietly.
You tried to muster a smile. âHey.â
âCan I come in?â
You stepped aside to let him in, watching as he took in the state of your apartment â not exactly messy, but not particularly welcoming either. You hadnât put much effort into keeping it together lately.
Sunghoon leaned against the back of your couch, his gaze flickering to you every few seconds. âYou didnât answer Liaâs text,â he said, and it wasnât an accusation â just an observation.
You dropped onto the couch, pulling your knees up to your chest. âI know.â
âSheâs worried about you.â
You forced a laugh. âYeah, well... everyoneâs worried about everyone these days.â
He didnât say anything to that, just studied you carefully. You hated how easily he could see through you, how he always seemed to know when you were holding back.
âYou can talk to me,â he said gently. You hesitated. âI... donât know what to say.â He moved closer, sitting down next to you but leaving enough space that it didnât feel suffocating. âTry anyway.â
You closed your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts. âIt just feels like... Iâve messed everything up. I keep thinking that maybe I shouldâve just chosen Jake from the start. That way, none of this wouldâve happened.â
Sunghoon didnât respond immediately, letting you find your own words.
âBut I didnât,â you continued. âI didnât choose him, and I thought I knew why. But now... I donât know. I donât know anything. I donât even know why I feel like this.â
Your voice cracked, and you felt the hot prick of tears at the corners of your eyes. Sunghoon reached out, hesitated, then gently placed a hand on your shoulder.
âItâs okay,â he said softly.
You didnât realize you were shaking until he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. You hadnât cried yet, not properly â and when the first sob finally tore its way out of you, it hurt.
Sunghoon didnât say anything. He just stayed there, holding you while you cried, and for once, you didnât feel the need to apologize for breaking down.
When you finally pulled away, your cheeks were damp, and your throat felt raw. Sunghoon offered you a tissue from the coffee table, and you accepted it with a weak, grateful smile.
âIâm such a mess,â you muttered. He shook his head. âYouâre allowed to be.â You wiped your face, trying to collect yourself. âWhy do you put up with me?â
Sunghoonâs lips quirked up, just a little. âMaybe I just like being around you.â
Your stomach fluttered, but you didnât let yourself linger on that feeling. Instead, you leaned back against the couch, letting your shoulders relax.
Maybe things were broken. Maybe they couldnât be fixed.
But right now, with Sunghoon beside you, it didnât feel as unbearable.
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CHAPTER 35 â TOO LATE
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You stepped out of the building with Sunghoon beside you, the crisp evening air hitting your face as if trying to shake you out of the heaviness still weighing on your chest.
The meeting had ended, but the tension clung to you like a second skin. It didnât feel over, not really.
Sunghoon shoved his hands into his pockets. "Want me to walk you home?"
You blinked at him. "You donât have to." "I know." His tone was easy, almost careless, but you didnât miss the way he slowed his steps, subtly matching your pace.
You hesitated. You should say no. You should insist that you were fine, that the night air would clear your head, that you didnât need anyone to hover over you.
But when you glanced at him, at the quiet steadiness in his expression, the words never came.
ââŠOkay," you muttered.
Sunghoon just nodded, like he had known youâd agree.
The two of you walked in silence.
Not the uncomfortable kind, not the suffocating stillness that had filled the study room. This was different, calmer, lighter.
The streetlights above cast a dim glow on the pavement, shadows stretching out in long, uneven lines. The occasional sound of passing cars filled the quiet, but mostly, it was just the two of you.
Your hands were curled into your sleeves, your fingers fidgeting absently with the fabric. Sunghoon walked a little closer than necessary, like he was anchoring you without saying a word.
You didnât know what to do with that.
"You handled it well," he said eventually. You scoffed. "Did I?" "Yeah," he said simply. "You didnât let them get to you." You let out a slow breath. "I think I was too exhausted to react."
Sunghoon hummed, like he understood. "That counts as handling it." You fell quiet again.
A part of you wanted to ask why he was doing this, why he was always there, stepping in before things got worse, making it easier without ever asking for anything in return.
But you didnât ask.
Because you werenât sure you wanted to hear the answer.
When you reached the entrance of your building, you hesitated.
Sunghoon stopped beside you, waiting.
For some reason, you almost wanted to stall.
Not because you had anything left to say. Just because this â this quiet, this ease felt better than whatever was waiting for you inside.
But there was no reason to linger.
You turned to him. "Thanks forâ" "Yeah," he interrupted lightly, like he already knew what you were going to say.
You swallowed, nodding once.
And then you went inside.
You stepped into the dimly lit lobby, the door clicking shut behind you. The quiet inside felt heavier than the silence outside, like the weight of everything youâd been pushing down was finally settling in.
Your footsteps echoed as you made your way to the elevator, pressing the button absentmindedly. The whole night replayed in your headâJayâs cold indifference, Jakeâs biting remarks, the way Sunghoon had defused the tension without ever making it obvious.
The elevator doors slid open, but before you could step inside, your phone buzzed in your pocket.
A message.
Sunghoon: Get some rest.
You stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
It was such a simple message. Nothing special. Nothing profound. But somehow, it made your throat tighten.
You typed out a response. Deleted it.
Typed again. Deleted again.
Instead, you locked your phone and stepped into the elevator.
When you reached your floor, the hallway was eerily quiet. The kind of quiet that made your own thoughts louder, pressing against the walls of your mind.
Inside your apartment, everything was exactly as you had left it â your textbooks scattered on the desk, an unfinished cup of tea cold by the window. But it felt different now, like the echoes of the night had followed you home.
You sat on the edge of your bed, exhaling slowly.
This was exhausting.
The constant tension. The weight of things unsaid. The way every conversation felt like walking on a tightrope, never knowing when the next snap would come.
You didnât know how much longer you could do this.
Your eyes flickered to your phone again.
You should sleep. You should stop thinking.
But instead, you curled up on your side, staring at the faint glow of the screen until the exhaustion finally pulled you under.
And for the first time in a long time, the last thing on your mind wasnât Jay or Jake.
It was Sunghoon.
The next morning, you woke up feeling like you hadnât slept at all. Your body was sore from the way youâd curled up in your sleep, and your head was heavy with everything you hadnât let yourself process.
It took longer than usual to get out of bed. Even longer to convince yourself to start the day.
When you finally stepped outside, the campus felt the same as it always did â bustling students, the smell of coffee in the air, the occasional sound of skateboard wheels on pavement. But to you, everything felt⊠off.
You knew why.
It wasnât just last night weighing on you. It was everything that had built up before it. And you didnât get the chance to push those thoughts away before you ran into Jake.
Literally.
You turned the corner, too distracted to notice Jake walking toward you, and the next thing you knew, his shoulder bumped into yours.
âShit-â He took a step back, eyes widening slightly when he saw it was you.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then, his face settled into something unreadable. âSeriously?â he muttered. âYouâre avoiding me so hard youâre not even looking where youâre going?â You clenched your jaw. âIt was an accident.â Jake let out a humorless laugh. âYeah, sure. Just like everything else, right?â
You exhaled sharply. âI donât have time for this.â But he wasnât letting it go. âYou never do, do you?â
You froze.
âToo busy pretending everything is fine,â he continued, voice sharp. âToo busy running away.â You turned to face him, frustration bubbling to the surface. âAre you seriously blaming me for not wanting to be around you?â
Jake scoffed. âIâm blaming you for acting like youâre the only one whoâs hurt.â Your chest tightened. âThatâs notââ
âOh, come on, Y/N,â he cut you off, eyes flashing with something bitter. âYou act like I donât care. Like none of this means anything to me. But news flash, you donât get to decide how I feel.â
The words hit harder than you expected.
Jake shook his head. âI made mistakes. I know that. But at least I donât pretend like none of it matters.â His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. âYou donât even look at me anymore.â
You swallowed hard, the weight of everything pressing down on you at once.
Jakeâs expression shifted, something raw flickering in his eyes. And before you could stop yourself, before you could think about what you were doing.
He stepped forward.
And you let him.
His hand brushed against yours for just a second before he grabbed your wrist, hesitating like he was giving you a chance to pull away.
But you didnât.
Jake exhaled, his fingers tightening slightly. âTell me to stop.â
Your heart pounded against your ribs. You should. You knew you should.
But you didnât.
And that was all it took.
He leaned in, kissing you like he didnât know if heâd ever get to do it again. Desperate, messy, too many emotions tangled up between the way his lips moved against yours.
You could feel it â every ounce of everything heâd been holding back. The guilt, the frustration, the longing.
It made your head spin.
For a second, you kissed him back.
For a second, you let yourself fall into it, let yourself forget how much things had changed, how much this would hurt later.
Then reality crashed back in.
You pulled away, your breath unsteady.
Jakeâs eyes searched yours. âY/Nââ âItâs too late,â you whispered, barely able to get the words out.
His expression cracked, just slightly.
You stepped back. âI have to go.â
This time, when you turned to leaveâJake didnât try to stop you.
Jay hadnât meant to stop.
He hadnât meant to look.
But when he stepped out of the building and caught sight of you and Jakeâlips crashing together, the weight of something desperate and unresolved hanging in the air â he froze.
It was like the ground had been pulled out from under him.
For a moment, he just stood there, staring. Watching as Jake kissed you like heâd never let go. Watching as, for a split second â you kissed him back.
Something in Jayâs chest twisted.
He didnât stay to see the way you pulled away. The way your face crumpled with realization. The way Jakeâs hand hovered, like he wanted to reach for you but knew he couldnât.
He didnât need to.
Because in his mind, the damage was already done.
Jay turned on his heel, jaw clenched, and walked away.
And when your name popped up on his phone later that night, he didnât answer.
And when he saw you the next day, standing hesitantly at a distance like you were waiting for him to acknowledge you, he didnât.
And when you finally worked up the nerve to speak to him, voice uncertain, he barely spared you a glance before brushing past you like you werenât even there.
Jay had done enough chasing.
He wasnât going to do it anymore.
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WAIT. LUNA ARE YOU AN INDIAN FR?! WHY DID I GET TO KNOW THIS RNNN đ I AM AN INDIAN TOO... WOWIEE đ I M THE STUPIDEST PERSON. ANYWAY, I WOULD LOVE TO GET TO KNOW YOU MORE LUNAA đžđ©·ïž
SUHI DARLING WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS âĄâ âżâ ⥠WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACHOTHER POOKIE. do you have insta? ^^
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Hey... Luna right? I lovee your works hehe. New anon (MAYBE a secret admirer lmao) no take me as your younger sister heh â€ïž
AWWW THATS SO CUTE HEHE >.< WHAT CAN I CALL YOU?
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