"Broken Walls: The Weight of Regret"

Jungkook’s chest tightened, his breathing shallow as the panic attack threatened to take over. The nightmare lingered in the dark corners of his mind, refusing to let him go. Every time he thought of Haeun, his heart clenched. The images of that night kept resurfacing—the fear in her eyes, the pain she’d suffered—and he couldn’t escape it. No matter how many times she reassured him that she had moved on, he couldn’t stop blaming himself.

He just wanted to forget. He just wanted it all to stop. He wanted to escape the crushing weight of his guilt and the relentless nightmare.

For the first time, Jungkook felt truly alone.

He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts spiraling out of control. His fists clenched again, but there was no anger left—just sadness, confusion, and an aching emptiness. He needed someone. Someone to hold him, to comfort him, to remind him that everything wasn’t his fault. Someone to make the pain go away, even if just for a moment.

I just want someone to hug me…

It was a simple wish, but it felt like the only thing that could offer him any kind of relief. To feel safe. To feel like he wasn’t the one to blame. He wanted to forget the nightmares, to forget the guilt that had consumed him for so long.

He curled up on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest as the tears welled up in his eyes. The weight on his heart grew heavier with every breath. I don’t know how much more I can take, he thought bitterly.

And then, as his mind raced through the memories of the past few days, something clicked. He remembered the party—the one where everything went wrong. The words, the anger, the fight. And then—he remembered the punch.

His heart dropped into his stomach as the image of Taehyung’s face, the one he’d hit, flashed in his mind. The way Taehyung had looked at him—shocked, hurt—and the sound of his fist connecting. Jungkook felt his stomach churn with regret.

What have I done?

He had lost control. All that anger, all that frustration, built up in him and exploded at the wrong moment. Taehyung didn’t deserve that. No one did. But there he was—Taehyung, someone he barely knew, feeling the weight of his anger.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push away the image, but it stayed. It wouldn’t leave him. And now he couldn’t help but feel the sting of regret in his chest.

I hurt him… for no reason…

Jungkook had always known that his temper was a problem, but he hadn’t realized how deep his anger went, how quickly it could spiral out of control. That punch wasn’t just a physical act; it was the manifestation of everything he had been bottling up. But he had taken it out on the wrong person—someone who hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling that he had crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.

And for the first time in a long while, he wished he could take it all back.

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