With her heart pounding in her chest, Y/n opened the door, and the sight before her made her knees wobble.

Jungkook stood there, looking just as breathtaking as ever, yet so painfully distant. It had been almost a month—one that had felt like decades—since she had last seen him. And now, even after all this time, he still had the same effect on her. He still made her question her own sanity for falling so deeply for someone like him.

His white shirt was perfectly ironed, the black blazer resting flawlessly over his broad shoulders. His chinos hugged his strong legs just right. Everything about him was the same. Yet everything about him was different.

The moment their eyes met, a gust of coldness swept through her, knocking the breath from her lungs. His presence, though familiar, felt distant. The warmth he once held for her was gone. There was no trace of the man she had built with her love.

Instead, he was hollow. Empty.

“Hello, Miss Ashford. It’s not bad to see you again.”