Mysterious Love🌝 (YOONMIN FF)

Chapter 25

Author POV:-

After Mr. Min left, a heavy silence settled over the room. Everyone present exchanged glances, as if expecting Yoongi to say something, but he simply gave them a nod, silently dismissing them. One by one, they hesitated before making their way out, their footsteps echoing in the tense atmosphere.

Everyone except RM.

Namjoon remained rooted in his spot, his sharp eyes fixed on Yoongi, patiently waiting for him to speak. The weight of the moment was evident in the way Yoongi took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair before finally breaking the silence.

"I don’t know how to tell you this…" he muttered, his voice laced with hesitation. "I know it might sound unbelievable to everyone, like I’m making up some ridiculous story. But I swear, that man--he wasn’t after me. He was chasing Jimin. He’s behind him, not me."

RM’s expression remained unreadable for a moment, but then he gave a small nod, his voice steady and reassuring. "I trust you, Yoongi. And I’m not disappointed in you. If I were in your place, I would have done the exact same thing."

A breath of relief escaped Yoongi’s lips. He needed to hear that. "I know," he admitted. "That’s why I told you. I need you to find out everything you can about that man--his whereabouts, his past, anything that might help us understand what the hell he wants."

RM nodded, a silent promise in his gaze. Without another word, the two embraced briefly, a rare yet necessary exchange of reassurance.

Then, without wasting another second, they parted ways. RM immediately set off to dig into the mystery, his mind already working through possibilities. Meanwhile, Yoongi hurried out, his heart hammering in his chest. He had only one destination in mind--Jimin.

Jin had told him before leaving that Jimin had finally regained consciousness. And Yoongi needed to see him. Now.

TIME SKIP

Jimin lay in the dimly lit room of Yoongi's mansion, the heavy bandages around his arm a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. But the dull, throbbing pain in his limb was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him. His mind was a tangled mess of questions, suspicions, and an ache he couldn’t quite put into words.

The soft creak of the door pulled him from his thoughts. Yoongi stepped inside, his face etched with worry, his usual cold demeanor slipping just enough to reveal the concern in his eyes. He dragged a chair close to the bed and sat down, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"Jimin, you need to rest," he said, his fingers clenching slightly as if fighting the urge to reach out.

Jimin scoffed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Rest? You think I can rest with all these unanswered questions haunting me?" His gaze locked onto Yoongi’s, sharp and unrelenting. "I need answers."

Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples as though trying to push away an impending headache. "I’ve told you, Jimin. I’ll explain everything when the time is right. You just have to trust me."

"Trust you?" Jimin’s voice rose, laced with bitterness. "How am I supposed to trust you when you keep shutting me out?"

Yoongi’s jaw tightened. He looked away for a brief moment, his expression betraying the conflict within him. "It’s not that simple. There are things you don’t understand. Telling you now will only complicate everything."

Jimin struggled to sit up, wincing as pain flared through his arm. But he didn’t care. His voice was raw, filled with unfiltered emotion. "Complicate what? Our lives? You think I can’t handle the truth? I’m not some fragile doll, Yoongi. I deserve to know what’s going on!"