Jimin found himself still struggling with his feelings because it's becoming constant again creating a distraction that infiltrated every aspect of his life.
He would often find himself lost in his thought during music sessions, the melodies turning into distant echoes as memories of Jungkook played in his mind.
His work began to suffer, the passion and precision that once defined his performances now was replaced by a half-hearted effort that also became obvious to his co-workers.
At home, Jimin tried to maintain a facade of normalcy, hiding his frustrations from Yoongi. He would show on fake smiles, laugh at the right moments, and pretend that everything was fine.
However, Yoongi is an observant person, he was quick to sense that something was wrong. He watched as Jimin’s smiles grew rarer and his laughter more weaker.
The distance forming between them was showing, and it pained Yoongi to see the man he loved so deeply struggling with something he couldn’t quite reach. He knew Jimin would reach out to him when he's ready but this time, it feels different.
One evening, as Jimin sat at the piano in their shared apartment, his fingers moved absently over the keys, producing a broken melody that lacked its usual harmony. Yoongi, seated at the table with his laptop, glanced up from his work and observed Jimin's blank expression.
"Hey, love," Yoongi called softly, "are you okay?"
Jimin looked up, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just a bit tired," he replied. He returned his focus to the piano, but the notes seemed to blend together in a discordant mess.
Yoongi frowned, sensing that what his lover told him was only half true. "You sure? You've been off lately. If something's bothering you, you can tell me."
Jimin's heart ached at Yoongi's concern, but he couldn't bring himself to burden him with his feelings for Jungkook. "I'm fine, really," he insisted, trying to sound convincing. "Just a lot on my mind."
Yoongi nodded, though he wasn't convinced. He returned to his work, but his mind remained on Jimin, the growing distance between them is starting to worry him.
As days turned into weeks, Jimin's distraction became more obvious. During studio sessions, he would miss cues, fumble with lyrics, and lose focus in the middle of recording.
The producers and other musicians began to notice the decline in his performance, and whispers of concern circulated through the studio.
"Jimin, can we take it from the top again?" the producer asked during one particularly rough session. Jimin nodded, frustration bubbling under his calm state.
He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Jungkook, his feelings for the younger is making it impossible to fully immerse himself in his work.
Yoongi, who often accompanied Jimin to the studio, watched with growing concern. He could see the toll it was taking on Jimin, the weight of whatever he was carrying pulling him down. Despite Jimin's attempts to act normal, the cracks in his facade were becoming increasingly evident.
One night, after a particularly grueling day at the studio, Jimin and Yoongi returned home in silence. The usual comfort of their apartment felt heavy with unspoken tension.
Jimin collapsed onto the couch, rubbing his temples as he tried to ward off the headache that had been building all day.
Yoongi sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on Jimin's shoulder. "Jimin, talk to me," he pleaded softly. "Whatever it is, we can figure it out together."
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Fanfiction"She noticed me, she cared for me, she made me feel loved when I had nothing," Jungkook said, his voice tinged with a raw vulnerability. "Of course she did," Jimin snapped, unable to mask the bitterness in his tone. "I was there, and unfortunately...
