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Chapter 3, jimin and yoongi

Chapter 3
Jimin and yoongi

Jimin

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My body felt heavy, drained from the events of the previous night. A dull ache pounded in my head, and I sighed, glancing at the clock on my nightstand. 5:00 AM.

Another night. Another episode. That made it the tenth time this month.

I exhaled shakily, rubbing my temples. Should I tell Taehyung? No. He’d only panic, and I didn’t want to worry him. It wasn’t like this was the first time. I’ll be fine.

Pushing myself up from the bed, I dragged my feet toward the bathroom. The moment I looked in the mirror, I winced. God, I look awful. My skin looked paler than usual, the dark circles under my eyes proof of yet another sleepless night. My fingers traced the sharpness of my cheekbones. Had I lost weight again?

I turned the faucet on, letting cold water pool into my hands before splashing it over my face. The chill did little to chase away the exhaustion clinging to my bones. As I stood there, droplets of water running down my skin, his words echoed in my mind.

"You’re suffocating me, Jimin. Just stay out of my way."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. How ironic. For years, all I ever wanted was to be close to him, to love him. And yet, the closer I got, the further he pulled away. Fine. If that was how he wanted it, I’d grant his wish.

"From today onward, I'll treat him the way he treats me."

I clenched my fists, letting the cold shower water run over me. He wants space? I’ll give him space. But he’ll feel what I feel—this emptiness, this hurt. He’ll realize what he’s done, even if it’s too late.

By the time I stepped out of the shower, my resolve had hardened. I changed into a crisp white shirt and black trousers, smoothing out the fabric as I prepared for the day. If Yoongi wanted distance, then I’d focus on myself. No more running after someone who didn’t want me.

I packed my laptop and work files, deciding to spend the day at my father’s office. Work would keep my mind occupied. Before leaving, I set the table for breakfast, silently placing down a plate for Yoongi as well. My hands lingered for a second as I placed a note beside his cup of coffee.

"Eat well, Hyung."

I didn’t wake him. I didn’t want to. Instead, I walked to the door, pausing for just a moment to glance back at the house. My heart clenched.

"I still love you, Hyung... But I can’t keep doing this."

With that, I stepped out.

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The campus was quiet when I arrived. Parking my car in an empty spot, I grabbed my laptop and files before making my way toward the garden. The cool morning breeze brushed against my skin, rustling the leaves above me.

This place was peaceful. Unlike my mind.

I settled on a bench under the shade of a large tree, flipping open my laptop. The glowing screen illuminated my tired features as I lost myself in my work—emails, proposals, company reports. Anything to keep my thoughts from drifting back to him.

Time slipped away unnoticed. The steady rhythm of typing, the occasional chirping of birds—it was all a welcome distraction. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, the emptiness in my chest remained.