The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Kajal paced back and forth, her bare feet making no sound against the plush carpet. Her usually confident demeanor was replaced with visible unease. Her hands wrung together nervously, and every so often, she let out an audible sigh, glancing at her phone on the bed, hoping for a message from Jin.

But the screen remained stubbornly blank.

Kajal ran a hand through her hair, muttering to herself. “Why is apologizing so hard? It’s just a few words. ‘I’m sorry.’ Three words. Simple. Right?” She stopped pacing, her shoulders slumping as she sat on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands.

But Jin’s face, the hurt in his eyes from earlier event, kept flashing in her mind. He’s upset, and it’s my fault, she thought, guilt gnawing at her.

She looked at the clock. Midnight. Restless, she jumped up again, starting to pace once more.

“Okay, think, Kajal,” she said aloud, as if speaking to herself would somehow spark an idea. “What do people do when they apologize? Flowers? No, that’s cheesy. A heartfelt text? But what if I mess it up and make it worse?”

Her mind wandered back to their argument—her sharp words, his frustrated silence, and finally, his slightly raised voice that she wasn’t used to hearing. Jin was usually so composed, so gentle. She never thought she’d see him angry at her.

A knock at the door startled her. Her heart leapt in hope, but it was just the wind rattling the window. She sighed again, plopping down on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered, grabbing a notebook from her nightstand. She tapped the pen against her lips before scribbling:

1. Apologize properly—no excuses.
2. Show I mean it.
3. Don’t mess it up.

She groaned, crumpling the paper and tossing it across the room. “Why am I so bad at this?” she exclaimed to no one in particular.

The hallway was quiet as Kajal stood outside Jin’s room, her hand hovering just inches from the door. Her heart pounded loudly, the sound filling her ears as if it might drown out her thoughts. She had been standing there for what felt like forever, trying to summon the courage to knock.

Her mind raced. What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if I make things worse? The thought almost made her turn back, but the image of Jin’s hurt expression stopped her. She clenched her fists, exhaled deeply, and finally raised her hand to knock.

A soft rap against the wood broke the silence. There was no immediate response, and for a moment, she thought about fleeing back to her room. But then, she heard faint footsteps approaching, and before she could retreat, the door swung open.

Jin stood there, dressed casually in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his face calm but his eyes guarded. He looked at her, surprised. “Kajal?” “Hi,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers twisted together nervously. “I… Can we talk?” Jin hesitated, his expression unreadable, but then he stepped aside and gestured for her to come in.

Inside, his room was neat, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting warm light on the walls. Kajal stood awkwardly near the door, unsure where to begin. Jin crossed his arms, leaning back against the edge of his desk. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, his tone neutral. Kajal swallowed hard, her guilt tightening her throat. “I wanted to… apologize,” she said, the words tumbling out quickly, as if saying them faster would make it easier. “For what I said earlier. I was out of line, and I hurt you. I didn’t mean to.”

Jin’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but he remained silent, letting her continue. “This isn’t easy for me,” she admitted, shifting nervously. “I’ve never apologized to anyone before, not like this. But I couldn’t sit in my room knowing you were upset with me. You didn’t deserve that, Jin.” Her voice cracked slightly, and she looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry. Really.”

For a moment, the room was filled with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the lamp. Kajal braced herself, unsure of what to expect. Then Jin sighed, his posture softening. “You didn’t have to come all the way here, Kajal,” he said gently. She looked up, her eyes searching his face. “I did. I couldn’t… I didn’t know how else to make it right.”

His lips curved into a small, almost reluctant smile. “Well, you did. I’m not going to lie—what you said earlier hurt. But seeing you here, owning up to it… That means a lot.” “Really?” she asked, her voice filled with cautious hope. Jin nodded. “Really. Just don’t bottle things up until they explode next time, okay?” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, a faint smile breaking across her face. “Deal.”

As Jin moved to the side, gesturing toward a chair, she took a seat, feeling lighter than she had all evening. Maybe apologizing wasn’t so hard after all—at least, not when it came to Jin.

Jin leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, as Kajal settled into the chair. The tension from earlier had faded, replaced by a calm ease. He tilted his head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “So,” he began, “since we’re making peace and all, care to explain why you almost tipped the boat over last time we were at Munnar?” Kajal’s eyes widened. “I what? I did not almost tip the boat over!” “Oh, really?” Jin raised an eyebrow. “You practically lunged to one side trying to catch a butterfly.” “It was a beautiful butterfly!” she protested, crossing her arms. “And, for the record, the boat was perfectly stable.” “Stable?” Jin chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “The guide had to grab an oar to steady us, Kajal. Pretty sure he was praying under his breath.”

Kajal laughed despite herself, her cheeks flushing. “Okay, maybe I got slightly distracted. But you’re one to talk! Weren’t you the one who almost dropped your phone in the lake because you were too busy trying to take the ‘perfect’ reflection shot?” Jin feigned an affronted look, placing a hand over his heart. “First of all, that was artistic inspiration. Second, the shot was perfect, thank you very much.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You spent twenty minutes angling the phone and almost toppled out of the boat when a fish jumped.”

He smirked. “You were the one who screamed when that fish splashed. Honestly, I thought you were about to dive into the lake to escape.” “I wasn’t screaming because of the fish,” Kajal shot back, narrowing her eyes. “I was screaming because you startled me when you yelled ‘It’s a monster!’” Jin laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Okay, fair. That was kind of hilarious.” “Hilarious?” Kajal pretended to glare at him. “You owe me an apology for that one!” “Oh, no,” Jin said, shaking his head dramatically. “One apology per evening is enough. Besides, you got your revenge when you splashed water all over me.”

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “You deserved it. You looked like a wet cat.” “A handsome wet cat,” he countered, winking. She threw a pillow at him from the nearby couch, laughing. “Keep dreaming, Jin.” He caught the pillow effortlessly, tossing it back toward her. “Fine, but admit it—you had fun.”

Kajal leaned back in the chair, her laughter softening into a smile. “Yeah, I did. Despite all the chaos, it was one of the best days I’ve had in a while.” Jin’s teasing expression softened as he nodded. “Same here. We should go back sometime. Just… no butterfly chasing, okay?” She gave him a playful shove as she stood up. “Fine, but only if you promise not to play the next aspiring lake photographer.” “Deal,” he said, grinning. “But don’t forget—you owe me a rematch for who rows better.” “Oh, please,” Kajal retorted, walking toward the door. “We both know I’m the better rower.”

Jin followed her to the door, leaning against it as she stepped out into the hallway. “Keep telling yourself that, Kajal. Next time, I’m leaving you in my wake.” “Ha! We’ll see about that, Mr. ‘Artistic Inspiration,’” she shot back, giving him a cheeky smile before disappearing down the hall. Jin chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “She’s impossible,” he muttered, though the fondness in his voice betrayed his words.

As Kajal walked back to her room, a quiet sense of relief washed over her. The guilt that had been gnawing at her all evening had finally eased, replaced with a comforting lightness. She pushed open her door, stepping into the dimly lit room where everything was just as she had left it—except now, her restless pacing had come to an end.

She sank onto her bed, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over the notebook where she had scribbled and discarded her failed apology attempts. A small smile played on her lips as she thought of Jin’s playful teasing. Despite everything, they were okay.

Lying back against her pillows, she stared at the ceiling, her mind replaying their conversation. Jin’s calm voice, his soft chuckle, and that faint smile when he finally accepted her apology lingered in her thoughts. “Maybe I’m not so bad at this after all,” she murmured, turning on her side. She hugged her pillow close, the day’s tension melting away as sleep began to claim her.

In his room, Jin leaned against his desk for a moment, staring at the now-closed door. A small, almost involuntary smile crept onto his face. Kajal’s apology had caught him off guard—not because she said it, but because of the sincerity in her voice, the way she had been visibly nervous yet determined to make things right.

He shook his head with a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “She’s something else,” he muttered to himself, heading toward the bed. As he stretched out, the events of the evening replayed in his mind. The frustration he had felt earlier seemed so distant now, replaced by a warmth he couldn’t quite put into words. Kajal’s earnestness, her stubborn determination, and even her awkwardness had softened him in ways he hadn’t expected.

Staring up at the ceiling, he let out a deep breath, his body relaxing against the mattress. “She’s impossible,” he whispered with a faint smile. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”

In their respective rooms, the quiet of the night enveloped them both. Kajal drifted off with thoughts of Jin’s forgiving smile, while Jin fell asleep replaying the way her eyes had glimmered with sincerity.

And as sleep claimed them, they both felt an unspoken connection lingering between them—a quiet reassurance that no matter what, they’d find their way back to each other.

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Today is a very painful day for all BTS Army..
As we lost your lil soul.. Our Yeontan...
Tannie was a big part of your fandom and joy...
He hold a lot of space Taehyung's heart..
He lost is totally irreplaceable for us..
He will be always with us in our memories...
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See you guys in the next chapter..
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