A few days before the day when Yeoju finally opened her heart to Jungkook…As usual, Yeoju woke up early in the morning. The reason she always woke up at this hour was to prepare breakfast for Jungkook.
"…Huh? Where did he go?"
Jungkook, who had just graduated from university, was always busy preparing for employment. That’s why he was always fast asleep next to her when she woke up.
But today, Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.
Yeoju got out of bed and searched the entire house for him, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Where did he go…?"
He’s not someone who would go out this early in the morning…
Could something have happened to him?
Feeling uneasy, she tried to call him, but she couldn’t find her phone anywhere.
"Of all times, where did my phone go now…?"
There are days when things just don’t go your way, and people call them unlucky days.
Today felt exactly like one of those days.
With no other choice, she waited anxiously for Jungkook to return.
Time mercilessly moved forward, completely indifferent to her burning anxiety.
An hour passed, then two…
"…Huh…? When did I fall asleep…?"
She had no idea when she had dozed off, but when she hurriedly checked the clock, five hours had already passed.
And Jungkook was still not home.
"This won’t do. I have to go out and look for him."
Just as she was putting on her coat and grabbing the house keys to head out,
she heard the beeping sound of the door lock, and the one she had been waiting for so desperately, Jungkook, walked in.
She ran barefoot and threw herself into his arms.
"Jungkook, where have you been…? I was so worried…"
"Y-Yeoju…?"
His voice was trembling slightly.
When she looked up at his face, she saw that he looked completely worn out, as if he had been crying.
He had the expression of someone who had lost something precious.
"What's wrong…? What happened…?"
Instead of answering, Jungkook just pulled her into a tight hug.
"Y-Yeoju… Yeoju…"
Burying his face in her shoulder, he sobbed uncontrollably as he called her name over and over again.
She said nothing, simply holding him close and patting his back gently.
After crying in her arms for a long time, Jungkook finally lifted his head.
His eyes were bloodshot red.
The way he looked at her was filled with sorrow and longing.
Once he had calmed down a little, Yeoju carefully sat him down on the sofa and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Jungkook, can I ask what happened?"
His eyes welled up with tears again.
"Ah… I’m sorry, Yeoju…"
"Can I… tell you later?"
"It’s just… too hard to talk about right now…"
"That’s okay. You can tell me when you’re ready. I’ll wait."
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Yeoju… you don’t remember what happened to you…
What should I do, Yeoju…?
"No, don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for."