Taste Of Fate|| Yoonmin

||Nine||

Yoongi and Jimin were not happy. They used to be best friends and lovers, but now they were like strangers living in the same house. They argued a lot and didn’t talk nicely to each other.
Jimin felt really sad. He didn’t feel like he mattered anymore. Yoongi was always busy and didn’t have time for him. It made Jimin feel lonely and upset. Yoongi was also unhappy. He felt like he was failing as a boyfriend and as the boss of the restaurant. He was working really hard but nothing seemed to be going right.
A new person named Seo-Hyun came into their lives. She was really smart and knew a lot about food and business. She wanted to work with Yoongi and Jimin to make their restaurant better. But Yoongi and Jimin didn’t agree on this. Yoongi was scared that this new person would take his place. Jimin thought it would be good to have help.
Because of this, Yoongi and Jimin argued even more. They didn’t trust each other anymore. It was like they were living in two different worlds. They didn’t talk like they used to, and they didn’t touch each other like they used to.
Jimin felt like crying all the time. He missed the Yoongi he used to know. Yoongi felt lost and alone. He didn’t know what to do to fix things. Their love was fading away, and they were both scared of what would happen next.

Yoongi and Jimin were like two ships passing in the night. They lived in the same house but felt worlds apart. Their once-loving home was now filled with silence and tension. Every word felt like a landmine, waiting to explode.
Jimin spent most of his days in the kitchen, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of cooking. It was a way to escape the turmoil of his personal life. But even there, the shadow of their problems loomed large. Every dish he created was a reflection of his inner turmoil.
Yoongi was buried in paperwork, trying to salvage their sinking ship. The restaurant was struggling, and the pressure was immense. He worked long hours, neglecting his health and his relationship. He was a shadow of the man Jimin had once fallen in love with.
One evening, as they sat across from each other at the dinner table, the silence was deafening. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, a relentless reminder of time slipping away. Jimin couldn’t take it anymore.
"We need to talk," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Yoongi looked up, his eyes filled with weariness. "There's nothing to talk about," he replied defensively.
But Jimin was determined. He pushed his chair back and stood up. "We're losing ourselves, Yoongi. We're becoming strangers."
Anger flashed in Yoongi's eyes. "Is this about Seo-Hyun? Is that what this is about?"
Jimin was taken aback by the accusation. "It's about us, Yoongi. It's about us losing each other."
The argument that followed was a painful echo of their past fights. They hurled accusations at each other, their voices rising in pitch. In the end, they were left exhausted and defeated, their love lying in shattered pieces on the floor.
As they went to bed that night, there was an icy silence between them. The once-warmth of their shared space was now a cold, empty void. They turned away from each other, facing the wall. Sleep was elusive, their minds racing with regret and despair.
The morning brought no respite. The tension in the air was thick, palpable. They moved through the house like ghosts, their paths intersecting but never crossing. It was clear that something had to change, and soon.