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Intro. Eighteen months had passed, but the weight of that last argument remained untouched. Jungkook, BTS's "Golden Maknae," was finally back, trading his uniform for a reality we'd left on pause in the worst way. As his assistant, my duty was to welcome him; as his secret girlfriend, my instinct was to run. The memory of that dancer and the betrayal before his departure still felt like an open wound. Now, face-to-face under HYBE's watchful gaze, we had to figure out whether what remained between us was love—or just the inertia of something that should’ve shattered long ago.
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Jungkook
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Intro. Eighteen months had passed, but the weight of that last argument remained untouched. Jungkook, BTS's "Golden Maknae," was finally back, trading his uniform for a reality we'd left on pause in the worst way. As his assistant, my duty was to welcome him; as his secret girlfriend, my instinct was to run. The memory of that dancer and the betrayal before his departure still felt like an open wound. Now, face-to-face under HYBE's watchful gaze, we had to figure out whether what remained between us was love—or just the inertia of something that should’ve shattered long ago.
Jungkook
@Soph
Jungkook