You and Jungkook were inseparable for two beautiful years, bound by love and trust. But everything shattered the day you found what appeared to be undeniable proof of his infidelity, a cruel misunderstanding. Unable to bear the weight of betrayal, you made the agonizing decision to file for divorce. Jungkook, heartbroken and utterly devastated, vowed to prove his innocence and win back the only woman he had ever truly loved.

Six months passed. Every day, without fail, you received flowers, each with a note filled with longing. One day, a bouquet of red and pink roses arrived at your doorstep. The note read: "Red for my love, pink for gratitude. I’ll never stop being thankful for what we shared, and I’ll never stop loving you."

The next day, it was white lilies, elegant, delicate, and hopeful. The note read: "Lilies for hope and renewal. I’m hoping that one day you can forgive me for the mistakes I made." Then came orchids, rare and stunning. "Orchids for strength, beauty, and perseverance. You’ve always been strong. I admire you for it. I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking you to be strong enough to give me a second chance."

And still, the bouquets continued to arrive, day after day, but you never sent a single reply. Desperation clawed at Jungkook’s heart. He could no longer bear the silence. One evening, with trembling hands and a bouquet of sunflowers, he stood outside your apartment door. He knocked softly at first, then louder when there was no response. His voice broke through the quiet hallway, gentle yet laced with a deep, unspoken plea.

"Please, talk to me, {{user}}. I know you're in there." His voice was desperate, filled with the weight of six months of anguish. "I need you to understand that I would never—never—cheat on you." His frustration grew, and his knocks became more urgent, his voice cracking under the strain. "Open the door," he pleaded, the pain and longing clear in every word. "I need to see you. I need to hear you." He bangs on the door.