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JIMIN's POV
As the days passed and the tension between Y/N and me grew, I found myself increasingly frustrated by her distant demeanor. It wasn't that she was ignoring me outright; rather, it felt like she was deliberately keeping me at arm's length, as if building a fortress around herself.
Her usual warmth and vivacity seemed to have been replaced by an impenetrable facade, leaving me feeling like an outsider looking in. I couldn't understand why she was shutting me out, especially when all I wanted was to break through the barriers she had erected and reach the real Y/N hidden beneath.
But try as I might, my attempts to bridge the gap between us were met with resistance at every turn. It was like trying to hold onto grains of sand slipping through my fingers – the harder I tried to grasp onto her, the more she slipped away.
As we worked tirelessly on the preparations for the comeback, I found myself consumed by thoughts of Y/N. She was like a puzzle I couldn't solve, a mystery I couldn't unravel. And with each passing day, the distance between us only seemed to widen, leaving me feeling more lost and confused than ever before.
But despite the frustration and confusion gnawing at the edges of my mind, one thing remained crystal clear – I couldn't shake the overwhelming desire to break through Y/N's facade and discover the truth hidden beneath. And until I found a way to do just that, I knew that I wouldn't rest easy.
For there was something about Y/N – something that drew me to her like a moth to a flame, something that ignited a fire within me that refused to be extinguished. And until I could unravel the mystery of my own feelings, I knew that I would be powerless to resist the pull of her enigmatic presence.
Working on set with Y/N was a rather painful process now. I couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt as I watched her interact with Taehyung, a sensation akin to a knife twisting in my heart.
When she finally noticed my gaze and excused herself, I knew I couldn't let her slip away again. Following her up to the roof, I found her cornered, her back pressed against the railing as if seeking refuge from the turmoil within.
"Why..." I began, my voice barely above a whisper, the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. "W-why what?" she responded, her voice equally soft, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and uncertainty.
In a moment of impulsiveness, I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to me. Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a flicker of something in her gaze – perhaps recognition, perhaps longing.
"You'll fall," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. "I won't," she argued, her determination shining through despite the vulnerability in her stance. "Thanks to me," I replied, unable to resist a hint of teasing in my tone.
But as I looked into her eyes, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeper at play – something she wasn't telling me. "Why...are you doing this?" I asked, my voice barely masking the desperation within me.
"To...protect myself from something...and possibly you," she replied, her words hanging in the air like an unspoken confession. And in that moment, I realized that perhaps I had been blind to the true extent of her struggles, that behind her stoic facade lay a heart yearning to be understood.
But before I could respond, she slipped away from my grasp, disappearing into the night like a fleeting shadow. And as I stood alone on the rooftop, the echoes of her words lingering in the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing – for her, for the truth, for a connection that seemed just out of reach....
