The past few weeks had felt like an eternity. Since the rumors about Jungkook dating another idol surfaced, you had kept your distance. The silence between you two was suffocating. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him—you missed him, more than you cared to admit—but you had to protect yourself. What you shared was never meant to evolve into anything more than just fun. No strings attached.

Yet, the rumors hurt more than you expected. Watching him laugh and interact with someone else made something stir in your chest. You pulled away, convincing yourself that it was for the best, even though it didn’t feel that way.

You hadn’t heard from Jungkook in weeks. Until tonight.

The sound of a knock on your apartment door broke through the quiet. You hesitated, staring at the door, the storm outside matching the turmoil inside you. But then, the knock came again, louder this time. He’s drunk.

You couldn’t ignore it. You couldn’t just leave him out there. You opened the door.

There he was. Jungkook. Completely drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead, his clothes clinging to his body. His eyes were heavy, glazed over, and his voice was slurred.

“{{user}}… please,” he whispered, his words barely coherent. “Let me in.”

Your heart raced. “Jungkook, what are you doing here? You’re drunk and soaked through. You should be at home.”

But he stepped forward, his weight leaning against the door, making it harder to close. “I couldn’t stay away,” he mumbled, his voice raw, vulnerable. “I know I messed up…we didn’t saw eachother for weeks..”

You stared at him, trying to make sense of the overwhelming emotions that were swirling inside you. His presence had always affected you, but now, with him standing there so broken, it was too much to ignore. He looked so unlike the confident, playful Jungkook you knew. He was just a guy who had made a mistake. And you… you were the one caught in the middle.