Mysterious Love🌝 (YOONMIN FF)

Chapter 23

Kazuya Kamenashi POV:-

My heart is burning, as if a wildfire has erupted within me, consuming every last bit of hope I had left. Is this what love truly feels like? A relentless ache, a silent agony that gnaws at your soul? They say love is unconditional, that it demands nothing in return. But is it wrong to expect even the smallest effort from the one you adore? If love means giving endlessly without receiving, then perhaps I have loved too much. They say love and pain walk hand in hand—inspirable, like shadows in the fading light. And if true love means being selfless, then I have loved him with everything I have.

For two years, I have loved Jimin. I have woven dreams around him, imagined a thousand futures where he was mine, where my love reached him the way his mere existence reached me. I held onto those dreams like fragile glass, terrified that one day they would shatter. And today, they did.

I saw him--Jimin--wrapped in Yoongi’s arms, their lips locked in a kiss so passionate it felt like a dagger piercing my heart. My world collapsed in an instant. Every unsaid word, every silent longing, every foolish hope crumbled into dust. And yet, as much as it pains me, I have to accept the truth--I was never meant to have him.

Not everyone gets a happy ending in love, right? Some of us are destined to love in silence, to watch from afar, to make sacrifices without ever being acknowledged. Love, after all, is another name for sacrifice. And this time, I am the one making it.

I hope you’ll be happy, Jimina. I hope Yoongi will love you the way I do, with all his heart. And in another life--if fate is kind--I hope you’ll be mine. But until then, I will love you from afar, cherishing every memory, every stolen glance, every impossible dream. If you ever need me, I will always be here.

This Kazuya Kamenashi will always love you, Jimina, and will always pray for your happiness.

I don’t even know when the tears started falling, when my body gave in to the weight of this unbearable pain. I never knew love could hurt like this--like a wound that never heals, a storm that never passes.

MEANWHILE WITH YOONMIN

AUTHOR POV

The car was dimly lit by the soft glow of the streetlights outside, casting long shadows across the seats. Inside, two figures lay tangled in a mess of limbs and exhaustion, their breaths steady and deep from the fatigue of their previous activities. The air was thick with the lingering warmth of shared moments, and neither had stirred for hours.

Yoongi was the first to wake, his mind still hazy as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. It took him a moment to register his position—his body sprawled messily over Jimin’s chest, their closeness almost too intimate in the quiet stillness of the car. He let out a soft sigh before carefully shifting away, not wanting to wake the other just yet.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Yoongi reached for his scattered clothes, slipping them on with slow, practiced movements. His gaze flickered to Jimin, who remained fast asleep, his soft features illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the window. With a small, fond shake of his head, Yoongi leaned over and carefully dressed him as well, his fingers working with gentle precision to button up his shirt and adjust his jacket.

After a few moments, he decided it was time. He nudged Jimin lightly, his voice low but firm.

"Jimin, wake up. We should get out of here. You can sleep all you want once we reach the dorm."

Jimin stirred, letting out a sleepy hum before cracking his eyes open. Still half-lost in his drowsiness, he gave a small nod of agreement. With sluggish movements, he sat up, stretching lazily before running a hand through his tousled hair.