Yoongi stood still, his expression unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of disappointment. He knew the weight of what had just happened. He had seen it before—loved ones torn apart by choices they didn't want to make.
"You'll regret this, Jungkook," Yoongi's voice was low, almost a warning. "You're letting her go for something that isn't worth it."
Jungkook didn't respond. His eyes were fixed ahead, focused on Yuri, who was already moving toward the door.
Yuri glanced over her shoulder at Y/N, her smile returning. "You know where to find me," she said, her voice cold and full of finality. "But don't come running when this all falls apart."
The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Y/N alone with the wreckage.
A sharp breath escaped her lips as she collapsed to her knees, the weight of everything crashing down on her in an instant. Her body trembled, and the tears that she had been holding back for so long finally began to fall. Each tear was a testament to the pain, the betrayal, the hopelessness that now consumed her.
And yet, despite the heartbreak, there was a voice inside her—faint but growing louder—that told her this wasn't the end. That somehow, some way, she would fight for Jungkook. She had to.