ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ • ᴠᴍɪɴ & ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

72. The Rage Of Love

Jimin found himself at a loss. Yoongi's dark eyes seemed gentle, but his overall aura was intimidating. The little blonde guy looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath. It had been days since they last had a proper conversation, and the silence between them felt heavier with each passing moment.

"What is it?" Yoongi asked, his voice low and calm, waiting for Jimin to speak.

"I… um…" Jimin started hesitantly, his fingers fidgeting nervously. "You have been very distant lately, and I just—"

"I was working on my mixtape." Yoongi interrupted, his tone flat but not unkind.

"Oh."

Jimin grew quiet, his heart pounding in the silence. He looked at Yoongi, whose nonchalant demeanor only seemed to stress him more.

"Then I don’t know what to talk to you about because you just seem like someone else right now. Did I do something wrong? Are you, perhaps, mad at me for some reason?" Jimin asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

"No." Yoongi replied, his tone flat and unbothered.

"Then why do I feel like that?" Jimin’s voice wavered, frustration seeping through his words.

"I can't answer that." Yoongi said, his eyes meeting Jimin's without a trace of emotion.

"Is it because of me and Dowoo? Because I couldn’t tell you?" Jimin pressed, his anxiety mounting.

"Even when you couldn't tell me, I already knew. I always knew." Yoongi’s words were calm, almost too calm.

"Then what happened? Why did you just... all of a sudden?" Jimin's confusion and hurt were palpable.

"Because I realized it was rightful to do so. Not just for me, but for you as well." Yoongi’s expression remained inscrutable, his words hitting Jimin like a cold breeze.

"What?" Jimin asked, his voice filled with utter confusion.

"I didn’t want to intervene in your life." Yoongi said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

The silence between them grew heavier, the tension almost unbearable. Jimin felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him—hurt, confusion, and a lingering sense of betrayal. Yoongi's detached attitude only made it harder to bridge the gap between them, leaving Jimin to grapple with the unsettling realization that things might never be the same again.

"But how would you? You’re my hyung, and I really admire you. You always guided me through hard days, and suddenly—"

"It’s because I have feelings for you." Yoongi interrupted, his voice steady but with a hint of underlying tension. "And not the ones you think."

Jimin was in shock, his eyes widening as he struggled to process Yoongi's words. 

His bestie proved to be right. Everything suddenly started making sense for Jimin, which he had not wanted to believe at first, but now that Yoongi had finally said it, it shook the ground beneath his feet.

How could he describe this feeling? It was almost as if fear—fear of losing someone so admirable just because he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate the same emotions. In the back of his mind, love equaled Dowoo. For as long as he had known, it was always Dowoo who he had ever loved. Even if the world ended, it would always be only Dowoo for him.

Yoongi’s confession moved Jimin deeply because he knew the pain of unrequited love. It had been his reality almost all his life, and now the guilt within him caused tears to well up in his eyes. He felt a sharp pang of sorrow, understanding the hurt Yoongi must have endured in silence.