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𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘦, 2024
[Rosa's P.O.V]

"Are you seriously gonna ghost him? After what you both did? Bro- he confessed to you! He loves y-" Maizi spoke, tossing the pillow around.

"He only said it because I was willing to give my first to him, in other words, he took advantage of me," Rosa replied carefully catching the pillow and keeping them beside her.

After spending the night at Jungkook, Rosa returned to Mizai's house. After Cleaning herself up, she explains to Mizai, what happened yesterday.

"But you agreed upon that! Seriously? Just move on now! Jungkook loves you more than Jimin." Mizai tried to argue.

"Mizai, you are only saying this because you have never been in this situation, please be in my shoes and feel what I do. I am in dilemma, I don't know what to do, oh god!" Rosa pulled her hair in frustration.

"I am so anxious right now, oh god! Ugh!" Rosa spoke, moving her head left and right

A few hours ago,

I woke up feeling dread pooling in my stomach. As I looked around the room, I felt lightheadedness.

Is Jungkook lying next to me? Was it real? All the pieces of the night tumbled together like unsteady brush strokes forming an image that I wouldn't want to see.

We had crossed a line, a line I couldn't bring myself to confront. The memory of his warmth triggered something inside me, something I did not know how to address.

I chose to remain silent, pretending it hadn't happened like a painter covering a mistake with fresh paint.

Currently,
I avoided Jungkook like a ghost after what we both did last night. I practically forgot how to breathe.

Days went by in a blur of tears, and with every passing second, I behaved as if I didn't even see the messages Jungkook was flooding my phone with.

"I'm here for you, Rosa," he wrote. "You don't have to go through this alone."

However, I had also pushed him away, too afraid of what I might see if I looked at him.

But I spent time with Mizai instead of him, telling him all about Jimin and Athena to just throw myself into pity and wallow in it.
While all this was happening, I felt Jungkook was relentless, even after he could not find me.

Nearly a week went by as I often tried to stay away from him. The talks swirled with my friend Mizai as she tried her best to comfort me.

"You can't just push Jungkook away, Rosa," she often said. Yet, every word from her was like nails against a chalkboard. I could not admit the whirlpool of emotions crashing mid-summer in my chest.

"That's the last thing I need now," I'd say, thereby planting the seed of guilt as deep as I could.

Sitting at the kitchen counter of Mizai's house with my shattered heart as a backdrop, I stared at the screen of my phone reading unread messages.
And then, as if an unseen force acted, the door swung open.

"Rosa!" Jungkook's voice cut through the silence, and I flinched.
He stumbled in, dishevelled and wild-eyed, radiating a mix of angst as his voice filled with intoxication. "I need to talk to you!"

I had said nothing, merely watching as he approached me and leant against the counter.

His warmth invaded my space, a familiarity I remembered with comfort and sorrow. "You've been ghosting me, ignoring me all this time!" he slurred, his eyes gleaming with vulnerability and annoyance.

A dread swept over me, and I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came.
I knew what he must have felt—hurt, abandoned. I felt the yearning in my gut, but fear held me in place.

"I don't think I can do this anymore," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Rosa. I have for a long time. I thought you'd see that you'd choose me, but I waited on the sidelines. for you."

His confession hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting our hearts, which beat loudly.
This was the mad confession of a best friend who fell in love with the girl he always cared for, and as he stood there, I realized just how undeniable my feelings were.

But what about Jimin? Those memories and those promises etched in my brain still lingered, whispering those doubts around me, like chains. Every moment I'd spent with him still seemed to throb painfully.

"Jungkook," I began, my voice quivering, but the way he looked at me—a mix of fear and hope—it was just so hard.

"Please, just say something," he said, taking another step closer, his desperation flickering in his eyes. "I-I can't take it anymore. It hurts, so bad."

Taking a deep breath, I collected myself and fought back the tears welling inside. "I need time. I'm lost, Jungkook. So, so lost, and I don't want to hurt you."

"No! You're not lost, Rosa! You needed support and love, I gave it to you!" he exclaimed, frustration spilling over. "We're friends! We can see our way through all this!"

My chest thumped against my ribs, and I felt that amidst the breakup, Jungkook was the anchor for me in the storm. "Are you sure? What if this makes everything worse?" I whispered.

"It can't get much worse than this," he whispered, with a smile splitting through the chaos as if reminding me of better times. "Besides, I'll be right here, wherever that is."

And despite myself, warmth streamed over me at the touch of our fingers. Somehow, despite all this, hope was rising like a phoenix from the ashes of betrayal. Maybe I didn't want to hide from love anymore.

"Let's see where this goes," I whispered before my mind could even think of possibly letting them go. "I want to give us a chance."

Jungkook grinned and at that moment, the weight of my heart began to lift. It wasn't going to be easy, but we could take these tangles of mess and twist them into something new.

It was the moment my heart needed to mend perhaps in a world that felt broken.

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(edited)