"It's not enough to be jealous, jungkook. Not when you've known how I feel. Not when I've been standing right beside you all these years, waiting for you to say something. Anything." "You never said anything either," he murmured. "I didn't have to," she replied. "Because I showed you. Every single day." Her eyes filled with tears. "And you showed me too. In your own way. But you never said it. You never let it be real. I've cried alone for too long, jungkook. I buried my mother last month. And still... you stayed silent." His throat tightened. "I didn't want to burden you." "You weren't a burden. You were the one person | wanted." The ache in her voice broke him. She grabbed her bag and walked to the door. "You're really going to go?" he asked. She paused. "Maybe. Maybe not. But if you don't want me to... stop me." He took a breath. One last chance. But his fears were louder than his love. Elena smiled bitterly, eyes glassy. "Goodnight, CEO Jeon." And with that, she walked out.