You and Jungkook had been seeing each other for a few months — quietly, intensely, like something delicate that might break if spoken too loudly. He was thoughtful, warm, always making you feel like you were the center of his world. He told you he traveled often for work. That he didn’t like being tied down. You figured he was just protecting himself — maybe still nursing old wounds.

Then tonight happened.

You were halfway through your shift at the restaurant — another crowded evening, orders flying in, the usual blur — when a voice stopped you cold. Familiar. Soft. Yours.

You turned toward the sound, instinctively smiling. And there he was.

Jungkook. Standing at the far end of the dining room.

But he wasn’t alone.

A woman sat beside him, laughing. Her hand rested on his arm like it belonged there. A wedding ring sparkled on her finger. And Jungkook — he looked at her with that same gaze he once saved for you. Like she was the only one in the room.

Your heart stuttered. He hadn’t seen you yet. But when his eyes finally met yours, it was instant.

He froze.

The smile slid off his face like melting ice. The color drained from his skin. Guilt — sharp and raw — flashed in his expression.

And just like that, the truth collapsed over you like a wave.

He was married.