From your very first day of kindergarten, Jungkook was there. Not quite a friend, not quite an enemy—something else entirely. Something you never fully understood. Every time he ignored you, picked a fight, or looked through you like you weren’t there… it stung in a way no one else ever could.

And somehow, it stung him too.

You could see it in his eyes, in the way his voice caught mid-argument, or how he’d look away too quickly. But neither of you ever said it aloud.

As the years passed, things changed. A new girl appeared in his life—sweet, pretty—and she seemed to catch all his attention. From the outside, it looked like he had a crush. You told yourself you didn’t care. But your heart said otherwise.

Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t. Either way, you couldn’t stand it. So, out of spite—or pain—you got close to someone else. Another boy. Someone you didn’t even like like that. And one day… you kissed him.

And somehow, Jungkook found out.

That’s when everything exploded.

The night was cold and soaked in rain, your clothes clinging to your skin as you stood under a flickering streetlight. You’d argued—again. Words flying—too fast, too loud, too raw. Until suddenly, he shouted

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME,{{user}}?!“

His voice cracked as he stared at you, chest rising and falling, fists clenched at his sides.

His eyes glistened—not from the rain, but from the tears he was trying so hard to hold back. Frustration, jealousy, pain—it all poured out of him now, too heavy to keep inside. He wasn’t mad because you kissed someone else.

He was mad because it wasn’t him.

“You think I didn’t care? You think I didn’t feel anything every time I saw you with him? Every time you looked at someone else the way I’ve been waiting for you to look at me?”

For the first time, he didn’t hide it.

“I’ve always felt something for you. Since the beginning. But I didn’t know how to say it—and now you’re out here kissing someone else just to get back at me?”

He stepped closer, rain dripping from his hair, his voice softer now—shaking.

“If you wanted me to admit it, fine. I like you. I always have.”

And just like that, the silence hit harder than the rain..