Mingyu walked down the hallway, each step weighed with the guilt that had been eating him inside since Y/n refused to even see his face. After he dropped her home that night, now, for five days, she'd shut him out, leaving him to wrestle with the growing worry. Today, though, she finally called, and for the first time, a sliver of relief seeped through his anxieties. It wasn't much, but it was enough. At least she was going to talk to him. Maybe now, he'd finally know how she was holding up.

He paused outside her room, his hand hovering over the door for a brief moment before he knocked. His heart

beat faster as he waited, anticipation and concern battling within him. That night she was a broken mess, and ever since that day he’d been praying for her well-being as well as well for her to forgive him for the part he had in causing her that pain.

The door creaked open, revealing her. Her once bright eyes were now dim, shadowed by sleepless nights. Her beautiful short hair, once always perfectly styled, was now tousled and messy. Her face was paler than usual, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her.

Mingyu's heart clenched, knowing somewhere he had done that to her. But even so, she looked beautiful, and a part of him ached for the woman who had always been his anchor. However, he still believed it was better for her to move on from Jungkook.

MIngyu: “How are you doing now?" he asked gently.