"I love you, Park Miyoung."

Everything around me seems to stop, and all I could focus on was Jungkook. His vulnerable eyes, his pursed lips, just everything about him.

Alarms started ringing in my head, making it the only thing I could hear as I stared back at Jungkook.

Abort! Abort now!

Everything within me started shooting fireworks. The alarms ringing in my ears started getting louder and louder.

All I could now feel was embarrassment and a weird clash of anger and happiness. I wasn't sure what to decipher out of all these emotions bubbling up out of the blew, but I knew one thing was for sure.

I had to get out of there.

I pried myself off of Jungkook, bracing myself for what I was going to say. "Jungkook.."

"Please Miyoung, please just give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me. Let me finally let out all of my feelings that I've kept bottled up inside of me all these years." He says in a low voice, a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

I felt like I was bombarded with all this news, and I had no clue how to process it. Did he expect me to give him an answer right then and there?

"I know this might be a lot to take in," He says, a forced chuckle coming out of his lips. "But I couldn't hide it anymore. I needed you to know what I've felt about you this whole time."

When I don't respond, he continues. "Honestly, I can't believe you didn't figure it out sooner. I tried to hint it as much as I could but you never got it. I mean, what was I expecting? You're pretty dense. I'm surprised I kept it in as long as I did."

He pauses and takes a breath. "I've liked you since our first competition. Your focused face was the cutest thing I had ever seen, and I knew right there that I wanted to see that face as long as I could. Also, the feeling of winning was pretty good as well." He lets out another forced chuckle, a hint of blush on his cheeks as he shyly looks at me under his eyelashes.

My heart pounds more aggressively against my rib cage, still processing all this new information through my brain. I found myself not knowing what to say, feeling stuck and frozen and unable to do anything.

Embarrassment wells up in my chest. "I can't do this." I shake my head vigorously and start walking backwards, immediately wanting to run away from this situation. "I—I'm sorry, Jungkook."

"Miyoung..." Jungkook trails off, reaching his hands out to grab me. I take a step back and he retreats his arms back down to his side, a hurt expression flashing across his face. "Please..."

Get out of there. Get out. Now!

I turn around and run away as fast as I could, refusing to look back. My heart was pounding the entire time.

"Miyoung!" I hear him call behind me, his voice wavering ever so slightly.

Don't look back. I didn't know what to with all of these sudden emotions starting to all bubble up within me at once. These feelings were so foreign and I had no idea how to decipher all of them.

I fall on the ground and let out a breath, releasing the tears that had been threatening to fall out once I had ran out of the gym in the first place.

Jungkook loved me?

What was I supposed to do with all this information I had just received?

I start thinking back to all the times I had talked with Nayoung and how she had told me that she was sure that Jungkook had some sort of feelings. I start thinking back to the first time we met, the first time we competed, and all our years of supposed rivalry.

"You won," He repeats. "You won in stealing my heart."

My heart pounded violently against my chest as I recall what he said moments ago. I grit my teeth together.

I won, but not in something I had been wanting to win. Should I be happy?

He visibly gulps, his cheeks also turning a shade of pink as he refuses to look away from me. "Miyoung, do you know how much you mean to me?"

How much I mean to him?

I sniff, recollecting all of my thoughts from the moment I laid eyes on him. Everything had been rushing around and around my head, making me dizzy.

"Miyoung?" A low voice called out, making me open my eyes to see Taehyung with a confused look on his face. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside with Jungkook?"

I flinch hearing his name. "Can you please take me home?" I beg.

"Take you home?" He tilts his head. "Miyoung, is everything okay?"

"Please. Please take me home." I beg, my voice cracking as more tears spill.

Taehyung rushes to my side and helps me up, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards his car. He sits me in the passenger seat and goes to his seat, pulling out of the parking lot.

As we were heading away from the school, I looked back and it instantly shredded my heart to pieces.

There Jungkook was, standing there with his hands on his side by the entrance. He watched as we pulled from the parking lot with a look of hurt and disbelief as he watched us.

"Miyoung!" I hear him call out. I let a tear drop from my eye as I force myself to look away and face ahead, the lump in my throat too big to contain.

And I didn't. I sobbed in front of Taehyung, not giving a care in the world if it ruined my makeup and not caring of what Taehyung would think of me sobbing uncontrollably in his car.

Taehyung seemed to sense that I didn't want to talk about what happened so he didn't say a word the rest of the ride and instead put the radio to ease the tension.

I was thankful for Taehyung, he was my shoulder to cry on and didn't judge me. He let me cry and let out everything I was holding in moments ago.

Once he pulled into my driveway, I immediately get out of the car and rush into my house, forgetting to bid him a goodbye and a thank you. I slam the door and run to my room, ignoring my parent's questions. I slam the door to my room and sob on my bed, every moment I had encountered with Jungkook.

Nayoung was right, Jungkook had always been by my side all these years. He had never left and he was always the first one to help me when I was down. He always knew how to make me smile, angry, sad, and confident. He knew how to boost me up, but he knew how to knock me down as well.

But overall, Jungkook had always been a part of my life, whether I liked it or not.

Yet, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I did like it. I did like that he was a part of my life. If he wasn't, it would definitely make life more bland.

It was like he was my splash of color in my black and white world. I couldn't imagine my life without him, his goofy smile and his annoying tactics to make my hairs stand.

I sit up and look at myself in the mirror, seeing my messed up hair and my now ruined makeup. I take off my dress and remove my makeup, glaring at myself the entire time.

Why me? Out of all the girls that chased Jungkook, out all the girls he had previously dated, why me?

Was it because of what Nayoung said? That I was the only consistent girl in his life? That he had no intention of wanting me to leave?

What if... I had no intention of wanting Jungkook to leave me either? No matter how many arguments we had, no matter competitions we faced that always ended up in me losing, I had always come back for me.

Maybe it wasn't for the thrill of the challenges. Maybe it wasn't because I wanted to beat him.

Maybe it was because I wanted to be with him.

Maybe it was because being with him made me feel special, wanted even.

Loved.

That's when I felt the jolt inside of me, and I knew.

I loved Jungkook.

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