Heartbreaking. That was the only word Jungkook could use to describe how he felt in the aftermath of Jimin’s final decision. It felt as if the air had been sucked from his lungs, leaving him gasping in a void where laughter and love once thrived. Jimin’s stubbornness cut deeper than any knife; he had made his choice, and there was no room left for negotiation or understanding.

The news of their divorce rippled through both families like a shockwave. The Park family was devastated, their hopes for a grandchild dashed along with the dreams of a beautiful future. The Jeons were equally crushed, watching as their son spiraled into a state of melancholy, consumed by work to avoid the painful reality of his situation.

Jungkook immersed himself in his job, throwing himself into meetings, reports, and projects, hoping to numb the pain. But no matter how hard he worked, the hollow ache in his chest remained, gnawing at him with every passing day. He was a ghost in his own home, barely present during family gatherings, avoiding conversations that would only remind him of the love he had lost. His family watched him with worried eyes, unable to reach the son they once knew. They missed the light in his smile, the warmth in his laughter, and the joy he brought to every room.

Meanwhile, Jimin returned to his family home, the familiar walls closing in around him like a suffocating blanket. He forced himself to smile each day, putting on a brave face for his family and the customers at his flower shop, Blossom Dream. The flowers were vibrant and beautiful, a stark contrast to the emptiness he felt inside. Every arrangement he crafted was a reminder of the happiness that had slipped through his fingers.

In the quiet moments when the shop was empty, Jimin would let the facade drop, tears spilling down his cheeks as he thought of Jungkook. The memories flooded back—laughter shared over dinner, tender kisses beneath the stars, dreams of a future filled with love and children. Now, all that remained was a gaping hole where those dreams used to be.

Jimin’s parents tried to support him, but they could see how hard he was trying to hold it all together. They offered encouragement, reminding him that time heals all wounds, but the ache in his heart felt insurmountable. Every smile he forced was a reminder of what he had lost, and he feared he would never truly recover.

In the evenings, after closing the shop, Jimin would often find himself staring out of the window, lost in thought, wishing things could have been different. He could hear the laughter of children playing outside and felt a pang of longing for a future that seemed increasingly out of reach.

As the days turned into weeks, both Jimin and Jungkook were lost in their own worlds, haunted by memories and the weight of their decisions. The love they once shared now felt like a bittersweet dream, slipping further away with each passing day.