The rain lashed against the window, a violent contrast to the eerie silence that settled inside the room. Y/N's hand trembled as she gripped the doorknob, her heart pounding in her chest. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil she felt inside. She had been standing at this threshold for what felt like an eternity, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her.
She had come here to confront Jungkook, to mend the cracks that had formed between them. But now, standing here, with the sound of the storm hammering against the glass, doubt crept into her mind. Was this the right choice? Was it too late?
Y/N closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come. With a swift motion, she pushed open the door. It creaked loudly, disturbing the silence that had enveloped the room. The sight that greeted her was more than she had prepared for.
Jungkook lay on the bathroom floor, curled up in a ball, his body stiff and unresponsive. His usually sharp features were drawn with exhaustion, his face pale under the dim light. The sight tore at Y/N's heart, but she couldn't stop. She had to do this—she had to reach him before it was too late.
Her voice broke as she whispered his name, "Jungkook… please, don't leave me."
Tears blurred her vision as she knelt beside him, shaking him gently, hoping for some sign of life. His shallow breaths, almost imperceptible, told her he was still here, but the space between them felt vast.
She pulled him into her arms, desperate to feel the warmth of his body, the rhythm of his heartbeat. It was the only thing that had ever calmed her, the only thing that had ever made her feel whole.
But the more she held him, the more her own tears fell, mingling with the ones he had shed. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after everything they had been through.
"Please… I can't live in a world without you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Not without your touch, your voice… You're all I have left."
Just as her words hung in the air, the door behind her creaked open, and Y/N froze. The familiar presence was unmistakable—Min Yoongi stood in the doorway, his gaze dark and unreadable. He had always been a figure in the background of her life, but in this moment, his presence felt like a cold reminder of the distance between her and the man she loved.
"Y/N…" Yoongi's voice was low, almost warning. "You can't keep doing this."