Black String Of Fate

Chapter 77

Namjin enjoyed their sweet time alone in the solitude while Yoongi was close to burst out in rage. How hard he tried to look for Jimin but still couldn't find him. After listening to everything, he was sure that Jimin and him desperately needed to talk, clear out some things that was keeping them away from each other. Yoongi ran all around the club, checking every room and corner of the place.

But he couldn't find a single trace of the younger. Sighing defeated, Yoongi came to conclusion that Jimin had probably left, "Fuck" he muttered angrily, pulling his hair. Taking few deep breaths, he composed himself and walked to the dance floor, he wanted, no-he had to leave and nothing can change his mind. Telling others about his retirement for the night, he left them.

He drove alone back to his apartment, head full of thoughts of Jimin. Yoongi couldn't deny that Jimin had done some questionable things, which he himself wanted to listen from him, like, for instance, about his feelings. Did Jimin really like him? This question can only be answered by Jimin himself and Yoongi badly wanted to know. Dragging his tired body, Yoongi entered his apartment.

Dropping himself on the couch, Yoongi groaned frustrated, "Damn that little shit" he cursed at Taehyung for making him so restless. Yoongi shut his eyes, trying to block his swirling tornado of thoughts. Once he felt better, Yoongi decided to do first things first and that was to meet Jimin. Talk to him and maybe clear the misunderstandings and doubts they or precisely he had.

With that, he ended the day, twisting and turning in the bed, desperately trying to sleep, at least for a bit. But with his heart palpitating at such fast rate, he couldn't sleep a wink. Digging his face in the pillow, he screamed out, extremely agitated, "Please dear God, let me sleep" he said loudly, badly wanting to rest. And it seems his wishes were granted when he started feeling tired after hour of tantrums.

He slept late but was glad that he finally could put an end to his train of thoughts. While Yoongi desperately tried to stay calm and wait for tomorrow, Jimin didn't want the sun to raise. He sat in the corner of his dark room staring at nothing, which had the only source of light coming from the moon. Ever since he heard-no-he saw Yoongi putting the ring on Jieun, he couldn't stop crying.

Jieun and Yoongi being good friends, talked, laughing and giggling but at some point, a bartender, accidentally spilled the drink on her hand. Jieun shrieked loudly, scared for her ring while Yoongi calmly wiped her hand by the tissues the bartender gave him apologizingly. For that sole reason, he took the ring out, wiped her hand clean before putting it back, which Jimin unfortunately witnessed.

Jimin immediately felt his world trembling seeing them both, he couldn't scream even though the pain his heart was excruciating. Jimin saw Yoongi hug Jieun with a soft smile, which he yearned to see all these years. But Yoongi had always been cold to him. A shaky breath left his lips, he couldn't stay there anymore. Unfortunately, before he could leave, Jieun caught him.

Being the cheerful and bubbly girl, she pleaded Jimin to meet her in the VIP lounge. As bad as he wanted to refuse, he couldn't and found himself nodding. A bright smile formed on Jieun's face while a painful stab landed on his heart, 'She's beautiful and everything that Yoongi needs. Maybe I should stop now. It's all over' he thought watching how perfect the girl looked.

Jieun left him and Jimin forcefully dragged himself to the lounge, going at the last. His heart hurt for the girl, she was nothing but sweet and nice to them but he was being a dick to her. Jimin gulped thickly as Jieun raised her hand to show the ring, holding Yoongi's hand. He finally broke down, maybe deep down he was hoping for the story to be something else but now that it was all out.

He couldn't hold his tears and dashed out, not caring about anything. The agonizing pain in his heart, overpowered his senses and Jimin didn't realize where he was going. He didn't realize his legs running to his car and him driving to his place, at the speed that could get him killed. He didn't realize him going to his room and didn't realize how he started crying out of pain.