My Sister's Husband | Jikook ✔️

Chapter 29

As the night settled around him, Jimin stood in the quiet solitude of his living room, the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains.

The broken glass had been swept away, and the room was as tidy as it could be, given the circumstances. Jimin stood in the doorway, watching as Taehyung and Jin gathered their things, preparing to leave.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Taehyung asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "We can stay if you need us to."

Jin nodded in agreement, his eyes still reflecting the sadness and worry he felt for his friend. "Really, Jimin. We don't mind staying longer."

Jimin managed a small, tired smile. "I'll be fine, guys. You've done more than enough for me tonight. Thank you for helping me clean up."

Taehyung and Jin exchanged a hesitant glance, their concern palpable in the air. They had seen Jimin at his lowest, surrounded by the wreckage of memories and emotions he had kept hidden for so long. Despite his assurances, they knew healing from such deep wounds would take time.

"Jimin, you don't have to go through this alone," Taehyung said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "We're here for you, no matter what."

Jimin's smile wavered, touched by their support. "Thank you, both of you. I really appreciate everything you've done today. But I think I need some time alone now."

Taehyung understood it, however, he still looked hesitant to leave. "Are you sure?"

Jimin nodded, his gaze shifting to the box of photographs he had carefully packed away. "Yeah. I need to sort through some things."

Jin sighed softly, placing a comforting hand on Jimin's shoulder. "Alright. But promise us you'll call if you need anything, okay?"

"I promise," Jimin replied sincerely, feeling a swell of gratitude for his friends' concern.

Taehyung and Jin exchanged another glance, silently communicating their shared worry. Eventually, Taehyung nodded, accepting Jimin's decision. "Okay then. Take care of yourself, Jimin." Jimin watched them go, feeling a mix of relief and sadness as he closed the door behind them.

Alone in the quiet of his apartment, Jimin took a deep breath, steeling himself for the emotional journey ahead. He glanced around at the tidied room, the remnants of broken frames now a memory in itself.

The weight of his unspoken feelings for Jungkook lay heavy on his heart, but he knew he had taken the first step toward healing, acknowledging the truth to himself and to his friends.

Moving to the couch, Jimin sank down onto the cushions, his thoughts swirling with memories of Jungkook and the ache of unrequited love. He knew this pain wouldn't disappear overnight, but he also knew he couldn't keep burying his emotions beneath a facade of smiles and excuses.

Reaching for the box of photographs, Jimin carefully opened it, allowing himself to linger over each captured moment. He traced his fingers over the images, memories of laughter and shared secrets flooding his mind.

With each photograph, he felt a pang of longing and nostalgia, but also a sense of gratitude for having experienced those fleeting moments of happiness.

As the hours passed, Jimin immersed himself in the past, remembering their journey from friends to something deeper, something he had only dared to acknowledge in the quiet solitude of his heart.

He allowed himself to feel everything, the love, the pain, the regrets all stitched together in a tapestry of emotions that defined his bond with Jungkook.

Minutes later, while Jimin was settling into his bed, the exhaustion of the night beginning to take its toll. He pulled the covers up, trying to find some comfort in the solitude he had sought. The apartment was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside.