🌤️ Days Later — Seoul

Some things don't need a name to exist.

They just... happen.

Morning texts became routine.

"Good morning."
"Eat on time."
"Don't overwork."

Night texts became comfort.

"Did you reach home?"
"Sleep early."
"Goodnight."

It wasn't planned.

It wasn't discussed.

But somehow—

They became part of each other's day.

And that's where it became dangerous.

📍 Y/n's Side

"Ma'am, your schedule for next week—"

"Keep it there," Y/n said softly, her eyes still on her phone.

The staff member paused for a second.

Because this—

Was new.

Y/n was never distracted.

Never late.

Never... waiting.

But today—

She checked her phone again.

And again.

And again.

No new message.

A small sigh escaped her lips before she could stop it.

He must be busy...

She nodded to herself, placing the phone aside.

Trying to focus.

Trying to return to her usual self.

But something felt... off.

🎤 Meanwhile — Practice Room

Music blasted through the speakers.

Sweat, movement, focus.

The members of BTS were deep into rehearsal.

Schedules were tight.

Time was limited.

And today—

Breaks were shorter.

Phones were forgotten.

Park Jimin wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathing heavily.

His chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Five-minute break!" someone called.

Jimin immediately reached for his phone.

Unlocked it.

And paused.

No messages.

A strange feeling settled in his chest.

She didn't text today...

It shouldn't matter.

It was normal.

People get busy.

But still—

He typed.

Jimin:
Busy today?

Sent.

He stared at the screen longer than necessary.

💔 The Slight Shift

Y/n saw the message.

Immediately.

But this time—

She didn't reply instantly.

Not because she didn't want to.

But because—

Something inside her hesitated.

Why am I the only one waiting every time...?

The thought was quiet.

But it existed.

She placed the phone down.

Tried to focus on work again.

But her mind kept returning.

He texted now...

A few minutes later—

She picked it up again.

Y/n:
Yeah. A little busy.

Short.

Simple.

Different.

Jimin frowned slightly reading it.

Something felt... off.

Jimin:
Don't overwork.

She smiled faintly.

But her reply didn't match the warmth she felt.

Y/n:
I won't.

And just like that—

The conversation slowed.

🌙 That Night

The silence felt louder than usual.

Jimin sat by his window again.

Phone in hand.

He read their chat.

Scrolled up.

Smiled at older messages.

Then stopped.

At today's.

Jimin:- "Why does it feel different...?" 

Meanwhile—

Y/n stood in her room, arms crossed, staring at her phone.

Y/n:- Why does it affect me this much...?

She hated this feeling.

Not because it hurt—

But because she couldn't control it.

💫 The Almost Confession

Minutes passed.

Then—

Jimin typed again.

Jimin:
Did I do something wrong?

Her heart dropped.

Because—

He noticed.

She sat down slowly.

Her fingers hovering over the screen.

So many things she could say.

So many feelings she didn't understand.

Why does it matter if you didn't text...?
Why do I wait for you...?
Why do you feel important...?

But instead—

Y/n:
No. You didn't.

A lie?

Not completely.

But not the truth either.

Jimin stared at the reply.

Unsatisfied.

Because somehow—

He knew.

There was more.

🌧️ Ending Scene

That night felt heavier.

Not because something ended—

But because something was almost there.

Almost said.

Almost understood.

Almost felt.

But not yet.

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