PROLOGUE — “A STORY THAT SHOULD HAVE ENDED DIFFERENTLY” There are stories where love saves. And then— There are stories where love destroys. This… is the latter. Once, there lived a man who believed he understood love. He believed in whispered promises, in warm touches, in words that sounded like forever. He trusted blindly, loved deeply, and chose without hesitation. And in doing so— He chose wrong. Not far from him stood another man. Bound to him not by choice, but by fate. A man who never asked for love… yet gave it anyway. Silently. Patiently. Endlessly. He was not loud in his affection, nor demanding in his presence. He did not fight to be seen, nor beg to be understood. He simply stayed. Even when he was unwanted. Even when he was hated. Even when he was blamed for a crime he never committed— Stealing a heart that was never his to begin with. The tragedy was not in their meeting. Nor in their forced union. It was in the misunderstanding that grew like poison between them. One believed himself trapped. The other… devoted. One burned with resentment. The other endured with quiet love. And in the shadows— There were those who watched. Who planned. Who whispered lies sweet enough to be mistaken for truth. Greed wears many faces. Sometimes, it looks like love. The night it ended— There was no storm. No thunder. No warning. Only silence. And betrayal. A hand that once trembled in affection… Did not tremble when it chose destruction. A life that once held warmth… Spilled onto the cold floor without protest. And the man who should have cursed his fate— Smiled instead. Forgave instead. Loved… until his very last breath. It was not justice that followed. Only ruin. A broken family. A shattered name. A truth revealed too late. And a man left behind with nothing but the weight of what he had done. Because regret— Is the cruelest punishment of all. It does not kill quickly. It lingers. It whispers. It reminds. Again and again— Of the moment everything could have been different. And yet— Even in a story soaked in blood and betrayal… There was something unexpected. Not mercy. Not forgiveness. But a plea. A soul, long gone, still chose love. Still chose him. Still begged the heavens— Not for justice. But for another chance. Perhaps that is what changed fate. Or perhaps— Even the divine could not ignore a love so foolishly pure. So the story did not end. It turned. Rewound. Returned— To the very beginning. To a moment where nothing had broken yet. Where choices had not been made. Where lies had not taken root. Where love… Still had a chance to become something else. But second chances are not gifts. They are tests. And this time— The man who once destroyed everything… Will have to decide— Whether he is worthy of rewriting a story He once turned into a tragedy.

Somewhere in Seoul— Where the city never truly slept, yet mornings still arrived with quiet insistence… There stood a room untouched by light. Sheer white silk curtains drifted like ghosts in the faint breath of air, layered beneath thicker black cotton drapes that veiled the glass balcony doors. The sun had risen long ago, spilling gold across the sky, but here— it was reduced to a fragile glow, a hesitant presence that could not fully enter. The world outside had begun. But inside— time lingered. On a wide bed softened by pale sheets, tangled as if they had tried to hold onto something fleeting— lay a boy who looked at peace. Jeon Jungkook. A name that carried weight, though at this moment… even he did not know why. His lashes rested gently against his skin, his breathing slow, almost careful— as if even in sleep, his soul feared to disturb something fragile within him. But peace— was only an illusion. Because somewhere between sleep and waking, between memory and forgetting— his mind was unraveling.

A dream… No. A shadow of one. It did not come as a story. It came as fragments. Like broken glass scattered across a dark floor—each piece reflecting something incomplete, something distorted, something that hurt to look at for too long. A voice. Soft. So unbearably gentle that it did not belong to the darkness surrounding it.

It called him as if it had done so a thousand times before. As if his name had always belonged to that voice. His fingers twitched. A barely-there reaction. But enough to show— something inside him was listening. Another fragment slipped in. Not seen clearly. Never fully. Only felt. Warmth. A presence standing close enough to be real. Close enough that, for a fleeting second, Jungkook’s heart reacted— as if recognizing something his mind could not reach. Then— a pair of eyes. They did not appear fully. Just a glimpse. A shade. A feeling. But they were enough. Deep. Steady. Holding something so vast it felt impossible to name. Not anger. Not blame. Not even sorrow. Something softer. Something that lingered like a quiet confession left unspoken. His brows drew together slightly, the faintest crease forming as if his soul was trying— desperately— to understand. And then— darkness swallowed it all again. His breathing faltered. A subtle hitch. His chest rose a little faster now, as though he had begun running through something unseen. Another whisper followed. So faint it could have been imagined. Or remembered.

Before he can think or proceed to arrange his dream he heard a soft knock coming from outside his door

Jungkook pushed the blanket aside and slipped out of bed, his movements slow, still carrying the weight of that strange dream. The floor felt cool beneath his feet as he walked toward the bathroom, fingers lazily brushing through his slightly messy hair. Inside, the soft yellow light flickered on, and the quiet hum of the early morning wrapped around him. He stared at his reflection for a moment—eyes still a little distant—before splashing cold water on his face, letting it wake him properly. The shower came next, warm water cascading down his body, easing the tension in his shoulders as he stood there longer than needed, lost in thought. After stepping out, he wrapped a towel around himself, patting his skin dry before moving into his skincare routine—cleanser, toner, a light moisturizer—each step slow and habitual, almost comforting. Dressed neatly for school, he adjusted his collar in the mirror, exhaling softly as if preparing himself for the day ahead. Grabbing his bag, he took one last glance at his reflection, then stepped out of the room—into a morning that felt ordinary, yet somehow… different.

Jungkook descended the stairs quietly, one hand trailing along the railing, the faint clink of cutlery and the warm glow from the dining room pulling him in. The space felt soft and lived-in—sunlight filtered through pale curtains, settling over the table where his parents sat close, his mother gently fixing his father’s collar while he murmured something that made him smile. It was a small, tender moment, the kind that should’ve felt completely ordinary… yet Jungkook paused at the step, watching them with a faint smile of his own. For a second, something unfamiliar tightened in his chest—an ache, quiet but persistent, like a memory just out of reach. He frowned slightly, unable to understand it, then pushed it aside with a soft breath.

He said, stepping in, his voice steady. His mother turned immediately, his face lighting up as she greeted him and placed breakfast in front of him, his touch warm and caring. Jungkook sat down, offering a small smile, trying to focus on the simple comfort of the moment—even as that strange, lingering feeling refused to fully leave.

Jungkook picked up his spoon, the warmth of the freshly made breakfast grounding him as he took a quiet bite, listening absentmindedly to his parents’ soft conversation across the table. The food tasted comforting—familiar—but his thoughts drifted somewhere else, lingering on that unexplainable heaviness in his chest. Just then, his phone buzzed lightly against the table, breaking the stillness. He glanced down, and the moment his eyes landed on the screen, something in his expression shifted. A message—from his best friend. For a second, his fingers stilled, hesitation flickering through him for reasons he couldn’t understand. Then, slowly, he picked up the phone, unlocking it as his heartbeat quickened just a little, as if that simple message carried more weight than it should.

After texting back he looks back at his parents Jungkook finished the last few bites of his breakfast, setting the spoon down with a quiet clink before pushing his chair back. He stood up, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder, and glanced at his parents with a small, gentle smile.

He said softly. His mother walked over to fix his collar out of habit, his touch warm and familiar, while his father gave him a reassuring nod. Jungkook murmured a quick goodbye, stepping toward the door, and just before leaving, he turned back for a brief moment—watching them again with that same faint smile—before heading out, carrying both comfort and that strange, lingering feeling with him.

Jungkook stepped out of the house into the gentle morning air, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as the city slowly came to life around him. The walk to the university felt routine—cars passing, distant chatter, the world moving as it always did—yet his mind stayed unusually quiet, as if something inside him was waiting. By the time the tall gates of the campus came into view, the familiar buzz of students filled the space. Just as he reached the entrance, a familiar figure leaned casually near the doorway—Park Jimin. The moment Jungkook’s eyes landed on him, something in his chest shifted again, softer this time, almost like relief he didn’t know he needed. Jimin straightened, a small smile tugging at his lips as he greeted him, and without overthinking it, Jungkook found himself walking beside him. They didn’t say much at first, just an easy silence settling between them as they headed toward their class, footsteps falling in sync—like they had done it a thousand times before.

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Jungkook goes behind Jimin try to coax him and why not he is his best friend no one else knows him better than him so before anything he comes first, but that doesn't mean he will neglect his bf and Jimin need to understand that so Jungkook goes to his next class where Jimin will be

Jungkook carefully placed his bag on the desk before sitting beside Jimin, who didn’t even spare him a glance. The faint scratching sound of pens against paper and Mr. Kang’s steady lecture about the muscular system filled the classroom, yet the silence between the two friends somehow felt louder than everything else. Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek softly, stealing a glance toward Jimin’s side profile. His best friend’s expression remained calm, eyes focused on the blackboard, but Jungkook knew him too well. That quietness wasn’t normal—it was hurt.

Only after a few seconds did Jimin finally speak quietly without looking at him.

Those words carried no anger. And somehow— that hurt more.

*Jungkook smiled softly and began copying the notes quickly, the uncomfortable tension easing little by little between them. Neither of them noticed Mr. Kang glancing briefly in their direction before shaking his head faintly, already used to the pair’s quiet bickering. Outside the classroom windows, gray clouds slowly gathered over Seoul— as if warning that something far heavier than rain was waiting for them by the end of the day.*

*The loud ringing of the bell echoed through the classroom, immediately followed by the sound of students standing up and gathering their belongings. Mr. Kang finished writing the last point on the board before leaving the class, and within minutes the room turned noisy with conversations and moving chairs.*

Jimin quietly closed his notebook and slipped it into his bag without saying much. Jungkook watched him carefully. Still quiet. Still upset. The guilt inside Jungkook grew a little more.

Jimin kept walking through the hallway, though his pace slowed slightly, silently showing he was listening.

*That finally earned a tiny smile from Jimin, though it disappeared quickly. The hallway buzzed with students passing around them while the two continued walking side by side.*

Jimin looked ahead silently for a few seconds before speaking again, voice lower this time

How could he explain it when even he himself didn’t fully understand? Jimin had disliked the man from the very beginning. Not because of jealousy. Not because he wanted Jungkook for himself. But because every single instinct inside him screamed that something about that man was wrong.

The softness in his voice made Jungkook’s chest ache a little.

Jungkook opened his mouth to argue but stopped. Because… Jimin wasn’t wrong.

Jimin gave Jungkook one last soft smile before adjusting the strap of his bag and turning toward the university gate. Since they barely had any classes left for the day, there was no reason for him to stay longer on campus. Pulling out his phone, he quietly called his older brother, Jackson, asking him to pick him up from the university. As he waited near the entrance, the cloudy sky above Seoul grew darker, cold wind brushing past him while students hurried around before the rain started.

A few minutes later, a black car smoothly stopped near the sidewalk. Jackson rolled down the window slightly, instantly noticing the unusual quietness on Jimin’s face.

Jimin simply smiled faintly and got inside the car, but before the door closed completely, his eyes unconsciously searched for Jungkook one last time among the crowd.

Jungkook stayed behind near the university entrance after Jimin left, standing beneath the wide shade of the building while the weather slowly worsened around him. Dark clouds covered the sky completely now, and cold wind brushed against his face, making the loose strands of his hair fall over his eyes. Students passed by him one after another, some rushing home before the rain began, yet Jungkook remained there patiently, phone clutched loosely in his hand. Every few minutes, he glanced down at the screen, waiting for a message or call from his boyfriend. Despite the cold air around him, a small smile still lingered on his lips whenever he thought about meeting him. But as time passed and the campus slowly emptied, that smile began fading little by little. An unfamiliar uneasiness crept into his chest again—the same strange feeling he had been ignoring the entire day. Still, Jungkook shook those thoughts away, convincing himself he was simply overthinking. After all… the person he loved was coming for him. Right?

Nearly an hour had passed by the time Jungkook finally looked up from his phone again, confusion slowly replacing the patience on his face. The university entrance was almost empty now, the distant rumble of thunder echoing through the darkening sky. He tried calling his boyfriend once more, but the call went unanswered. Jungkook frowned softly, slipping his phone back into his pocket before deciding to go look for him himself.

Adjusting the strap of his bag, he made his way toward the other campus building where his boyfriend usually spent time. The hallways there were much quieter, dimly lit by the evening lights as the weather outside continued growing heavier. His footsteps echoed faintly against the floor while he walked through the corridors, occasionally glancing into classrooms and empty study areas. A strange nervousness settled deep inside him with every step he took, though he couldn’t understand why.

Then suddenly—just as he turned near the back staircase—he heard it. A familiar laugh. Soft. Intimate. Followed by the quiet sound of someone whispering affectionately. Jungkook’s steps slowed instinctively as his heartbeat began rising for reasons he still didn’t know.

Jungkook’s fingers tightened slightly around the strap of his bag as he slowly moved closer to the sound, his footsteps becoming quieter against the cold hallway floor. The dim lights above flickered faintly while rain began tapping softly against the windows nearby, the sound strangely loud in the silence surrounding him.

Then— he saw them. Near the end of the hallway, partially hidden beside the staircase wall, stood his boyfriend. Close to someone else. Too close. Their hands intertwined naturally, as if they belonged there. And before Jungkook’s mind could even process what he was seeing— his boyfriend leaned forward and kissed the other woman. Not hesitantly. Not accidentally. But comfortably. Intimately. Like this wasn’t the first time.

Everything inside Jungkook froze. The world around him suddenly became distant and muffled, as though someone had dragged him underwater. He couldn’t hear the rain anymore. Couldn’t hear the hallway noises. Couldn’t even breathe properly. His eyes widened slightly, lips parting soundlessly while his heartbeat pounded painfully against his chest.

Before they get hint about Jungkook presence Jungkook ran from there.while running His vision had already started turning blurry. Not because of the dim lights— but because tears were filling his eyes faster than he could stop them. His chest hurt so badly he thought something inside him had physically broken. And strangely… This pain felt familiar. Too familiar. Like his soul had once experienced this exact heartbreak before. Questions flooded his mind all at once. Why? Since when? Was any of it real? Every smile. Every promise. Every I love you. Were they all lies?

The streets of Seoul blurred beneath the endless downpour as Jungkook ran aimlessly through the heavy rain, his soaked clothes clinging to his body while cold water dripped from his trembling lashes. Cars passed by with splashing tires and glowing headlights, but none of it registered properly in his mind. His breathing came out uneven, almost painful, matching the violent ache tearing through his chest. Tears mixed with the rain on his face, impossible to separate, as broken thoughts kept crashing inside his head over and over again. Every memory of his boyfriend’s smile now felt fake, every touch suddenly unbearable. Thunder roared across the dark sky while Jungkook kept running without knowing where he was going, like stopping would force him to finally face the truth. The city around him looked distant and distorted through his blurry vision, and yet the worst storm wasn’t above him—it was inside him. Something deep within his soul felt shattered, as though this heartbreak had reopened wounds far older than this lifetime itself.

he stopped at middle of a road drenching wet under heavy rain breathing uneven but he can register a bright light hit his eyes a truck was coming giving horn but jungkook legs didn't move or jungkook don't wanted to move and then the driver unable to stop it hits jungkook

imagine jungkook standing infront of

Everything happened in a blur. The screech of tires against the wet road. People screaming somewhere nearby. And then— Impact. Jungkook’s body was thrown backward onto the rain-covered pavement as the world around him spun into chaos. The cold ground beneath him quickly became distant, his hearing fading in and out while heavy rain continued falling over his motionless figure. Blurry red and blue lights slowly appeared in his weakening vision, accompanied by faint ambulance sirens echoing far away. His breathing grew shallow. Pain spread everywhere.