I couldn't believe how fast things had gone south with Gunwook. It was all because of that stupid comment I made about him in front of my teammates. I never realized how much it would hurt him.

But there was something else nagging at me too. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever I saw Gunwook with Bongcha. They seemed so comfortable together. Ever since our falling out, Bongcha had moved in like the snake she was and had totally wrapped Gunwook around her sneaky little fingers.

I knew I had no right to feel any type of way. Gunwook and I were never in a relationship. He had wanted to be, but I had always kept things between us purely professional. I didn't want to mix business with pleasure.

But now that he had moved on, seemingly with Bongcha, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake. Maybe I did like him, but I was too afraid to admit it. Maybe now I was just jealous that someone else had what I didn't.

I decided to try and make amends with Gunwook the other day. I texted him, asking if we could talk. He didn't respond, but I didn't give up. I cornered him in the hallway after practice and he tried to walk away, but I grabbed his arm.

"Please, Gunwook. I'm sorry about what I said. I never meant to hurt you," I pleaded.

He glared at me. "You should have thought about that before you opened your big mouth. I don't have anything to say to you, Gio."

I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "Fine. But just know that I regret what I said and I want to make it right."

As the days went by, Gunwook continued to ignore me, and the more he did, the more I felt my heartache. I had never thought that we would ever come to this point, and I didn't know how to fix it. Every time I saw him in the hallways, he would look away, and every time I texted him, he wouldn't respond.

I couldn't bear the silence any longer, and I knew I had to try to make amends. So, one day, I found him alone in the dance studio, practicing his moves.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

He didn't even look up from his practice as he replied coldly, "What do you want?"

"I just want to talk," I said, taking a step closer to him.

He finally stopped dancing and turned to face me. "There's nothing to talk about."

"I know I messed up," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have said those things."

"You're damn right," he said, his voice rising. "Do you have any idea how hurtful that was?"

"I do," I said, my voice shaking. "And I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

He stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You know, I thought we had something real," he said, his voice softening. "But now, I don't even know if I can trust you."

"I understand that," I said, taking a step closer to him. "And I don't expect you to forgive me right away. But please, can we at least try to work things out?"

He looked at me for a moment before sighing heavily. "I don't know, Gio. I just need some time to think."

"I understand," I said, feeling a sense of relief that he was at least willing to consider it.

We stood there in silence for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say next. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I didn't want to push him away even further.

"I'm sorry," I said again, hoping that he could see how sincere I was. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it right."

He looked at me again, his eyes searching mine. "I need some time," he said finally. "I'll think about it."

I nodded, feeling a sense of hope. "Okay. Just know that I'm here whenever you're ready to talk."

With that, he turned back to his dancing, and I left the room, feeling both relieved and anxious. I didn't know if we could ever go back to how things were before, but I was willing to do whatever it took to try.