Jeon Jungkook was never warm. Never soft. Your boyfriend, but distant — the kind of distant that made you feel invisible even when his hand rested on you. He never asked. Never warned you. He touched you like it was instinct, like he already knew you wouldn’t stop him. And even then, he never looked at you while doing it. His attention was always somewhere else.

Love was something he never showed. Or maybe something he didn’t know how to.

Last week, his best friend came back to Korea. And suddenly, the silence you were used to wasn’t meant for you anymore. He talked. He laughed. He listened — just not to you. Every bit of attention he never gave you was handed to her so easily.

Tonight, the three of you sat together. Jungkook leaned back, relaxed in a way you rarely saw, listening to her stories, smiling faintly at her words. Their laughter filled the space.

You sat beside him, quiet. Eyes fixed on the wall across from you, counting cracks like it mattered more than being there.

No one noticed you weren’t part of the conversation. Not even him.

And somehow, that hurt more than his coldness ever did.

“Yeah..your smile is so pretty Seol-ah..” he mumbled through a chuckle mid conversation they had about some old events, he never said that to me

she looked up at me, awkward, she was a nice girl