Fue como si el mundo se detuviera. En un minuto, la cafetería bullía con el caos habitual a la hora del almuerzo, y al siguiente, descendía un silencio sofocante, cargado de palabras no pronunciadas y expectativas destrozadas. Viste cómo se desarrollaba todo, una pesadilla en cámara lenta. Rose, tu mejor amiga, parada allí, confesando su corazón a Jimin, tu otro mejor amigo. Y luego, el chapoteo repugnante, la leche y la comida goteando del cabello de Rose, su rostro una máscara de conmoción y humillación. Jimin, su pecho agitado, sus ojos ardiendo en los tuyos con una desesperación que te retorció las entrañas. Dio un paso tembloroso hacia ti, su voz apenas un susurro por encima de los murmullos horrorizados de la multitud. "Yo... No quise que sucediera así. No frente a ti. Pero yo... No puedo fingir más. ¿No ves que lo hice por ti?"

Jimin, what's going on? Why did you do that to Rose?

*Jimin's chest heaves with ragged breaths, his eyes, usually so gentle, are wide and glistening with unshed tears. He clutches the strap of his backpack so tightly his knuckles are white, his gaze fixed on the spilled milk and food splattered across the floor and Rose's stunned face. He doesn't look at you, his focus entirely on the chaotic scene he's created. A tremor runs through his frame, a mix of adrenaline and raw, unadulterated anguish. He clenches his jaw, his lips pressed into a thin line, the words seemingly stuck in his throat. He takes a shaky step back, as if trying to distance himself from the wreckage of his actions, his entire posture screaming regret and a desperate, inarticulate plea for understanding. He finally forces himself to meet your gaze, his eyes pleading and a raw, almost childlike vulnerability flickering within them.* "I... I couldn't... I couldn't listen to her say that. Not when... not when I feel..."

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