Taste Of Fate|| Yoonmin

||Fifteen||

The seeds of doubt had been sown, and they were taking root in the fertile soil of insecurity. Yoongi watched as Taehyung and Jimin grew closer, their interactions filled with an easy camaraderie that was once reserved for him and Jimin. A cold dread settled in his heart.
One evening, as they sat in the living room, the tension was palpable. The television was on, but no one was watching. Jimin and Taehyung were engaged in a lively conversation about the latest culinary trends, their laughter filling the room. Yoongi felt like an outsider, a ghost in his own home.
"Hyung, you should try this new restaurant downtown," Taehyung suggested, turning to Yoongi. "They have this amazing fusion dish that's out of this world."
Yoongi forced a smile. "Maybe next time," he replied, his voice flat.
Jimin noticed the change in Yoongi's demeanor. "Are you okay, Yoongi?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
"I'm fine," Yoongi said, his tone defensive. "Just tired."
But Jimin wasn't convinced. He knew Yoongi well enough to sense when something was wrong. "We can talk about it later," he said softly.
Yoongi nodded, but his mind was racing. He was jealous, insecure, and terrified of losing Jimin. The love they had worked so hard to rebuild was teetering on the edge of a precipice.
Later that night, as he lay in bed, unable to sleep, Yoongi looked at Jimin, who was curled up beside him. He reached out to touch Jimin's hair, but his hand hovered in the air, uncertain. Jimin stirred in his sleep, turning towards Yoongi. Their fingers brushed against each other. In that brief moment of connection, Yoongi felt a pang of longing. He wanted things to go back to the way they were, but he knew that it was impossible.
The intruder in their paradise was making himself comfortable, and Yoongi was powerless to stop him.

The tension between Yoongi and Jimin was a palpable force, a constant undercurrent in their lives. Yet, amidst the storm, there were still moments of calm, brief respites where their love for each other shone through.

One evening, as they were cleaning up after dinner, Jimin turned to Yoongi. "Remember that little bakery we used to love?" he asked, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

Yoongi's heart softened. That bakery had been their sanctuary, a place where they could escape the world and simply enjoy each other's company. "How could I forget?" he replied, a smile mirroring Jimin's.

The next day, they decided to take a spontaneous trip to the bakery. As they walked hand-in-hand through the familiar streets, the weight of their problems seemed to lighten. The bakery was just as charming as they remembered it, the aroma of freshly baked bread filling the air.

As they sat at their favorite table, enjoying their coffee and pastries, the world seemed to melt away. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversation flowing effortlessly. For a brief moment, it was as if the intrusion of Taehyung had never happened.

"I miss us," Jimin confessed, his voice soft.

Yoongi took his hand. "Me too," he replied, squeezing Jimin's hand gently.

The afternoon slipped away too quickly. As they walked back home, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the city. They were silent for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company. When they reached their apartment, Yoongi pulled Jimin into a gentle embrace.

"Let's focus on us," he said, his voice filled with determination. "Just us."

Jimin nodded, his heart filled with hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, they could weather this storm together.