No Jeon and no Park anymore. The once intertwined lives of the two families had unraveled, leaving both sides to grapple with their respective voids. Time had marched on, but the echoes of the past lingered in the air. Both families busied themselves with work, trying to fill the emptiness with productivity, but happiness felt elusive, a distant dream clouded by unresolved emotions.

Jimin did his best to stay away from Jungkook’s world, consciously avoiding places and events where they might cross paths. It was a delicate balancing act, one that required constant vigilance. He had built walls around his heart, determined to move forward, but fate seemed to have a cruel sense of humor.

Today, he found himself at a business event, one he had hoped to avoid. It was a networking opportunity that had been too good to pass up, even if it meant stepping into the lion’s den. As he mingled with other attendees, Jimin felt a sense of unease creeping in. The room was filled with familiar faces from Jungkook’s company, and every laugh and whispered conversation sent his heart racing.

Then, in an instant, everything shifted. He spotted Jungkook entering the room, his tall figure instantly recognizable. But he wasn’t alone. A woman, radiant and elegant, had her arm wrapped around Jungkook's, her laughter ringing out like music in the air. Jimin felt a wave of emotions wash over him—hurt, jealousy, and a twinge of longing.

As their eyes met across the crowded room, time seemed to freeze. Jungkook's expression morphed from surprise to disbelief. Jimin? The name hung in the air, unspoken yet heavy with meaning. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he processed the sight of his ex-husband, the memories flooding back, each one a reminder of what they once had.

Jimin forced a smile, but it felt brittle and strained. He quickly averted his gaze, unwilling to linger on the moment that felt like a stab to his heart. He took a step back, instinctively moving away from the painful reminder of their past. It was a futile attempt to protect himself, to shield his heart from the emotions that threatened to engulf him.

The laughter of the woman beside Jungkook echoed in his ears as he walked away, her presence a stark reminder that life had moved on for both of them. Jimin felt a mix of anger and sadness boiling within him. Why was it so hard to let go? Why did their worlds have to collide when all he wanted was to forget?

As he made his way through the crowd, the familiar ache in his chest grew more pronounced. Jimin tried to shake off the encounter, reminding himself that everything happened for a reason. But as he left the event, he couldn’t help but feel that the universe had played a cruel joke on him. The memories of Jungkook lingered like ghosts in the corners of his mind, refusing to fade away.

Outside, the cool air felt refreshing against his skin, but it did little to ease the heaviness in his heart. Jimin took a deep breath, trying to find his footing once again. He needed to keep moving forward, to carve out a new path for himself—one that didn’t include Jungkook, no matter how painful it might be.