Taste Of Fate|| Yoonmin

||Eighteen||

The tension between Yoongi and Taehyung was palpable. It was a silent war, fought with subtle jabs and calculated moves. Taehyung, with his easy charm and unwavering confidence, was a formidable opponent.
One evening, as they were attending a food industry event, Taehyung cornered Yoongi. "You know, Yoongi," he began, his voice dripping with false camaraderie, "I've been thinking about expanding my business. Maybe we could collaborate?"
Yoongi's heart sank. He knew what Taehyung was doing. He was trying to wedge a wedge between him and Jimin. "That's interesting," Yoongi replied, keeping his tone neutral. "We're pretty busy right now."
Taehyung smiled, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I understand. But I think there's potential for a mutually beneficial partnership."
Yoongi forced a smile. "We'll see," he said, turning away.
Later that night, as he and Jimin were getting ready for bed, Yoongi couldn't contain his frustration. "Can you believe Taehyung? He's trying to steal you away from me."
Jimin looked surprised. "What are you talking about?"
"He's trying to get you to work with him," Yoongi explained, his voice laced with anger. "He wants to break us apart."
Jimin's heart ached. He didn't want to choose between Yoongi and Taehyung. He loved them both, in different ways. "Stop it, Yoongi," he said softly. "You're being paranoid."
But Yoongi couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing Jimin. The fear of losing the love of his life was a constant companion, a dark shadow that loomed over their relationship.

The seeds of doubt that Taehyung had sown were taking root, growing into a poisonous vine that threatened to destroy everything Yoongi and Jimin had built. The once-solid foundation of their relationship was crumbling, brick by brick.
Jimin was caught in the crossfire, torn between loyalty and ambition. Taehyung was charismatic, offering a world of possibilities, a future filled with excitement. Yoongi, on the other hand, was the steady rock, the familiar comfort. But the constant tension between the two men was taking a toll on him.
Yoongi felt a growing sense of isolation. He was the outsider in his own relationship, a spectator in a game he didn't understand. Jealousy, a green-eyed monster, was consuming him. Every interaction between Jimin and Taehyung was a dagger to his heart.
Their once-intimate conversations were replaced by awkward silences. The shared laughter, the stolen glances, the comforting touch – all of it seemed like a distant memory. The physical distance between them was growing, even when they were in the same room.
One evening, as they sat on the couch, watching a movie, Jimin's phone rang. It was Taehyung. The conversation was short, but the content was clear: an invitation to dinner. Jimin hesitated, looking at Yoongi for approval.
Yoongi's heart sank. He wanted to say no, to protect his territory. But he couldn't deny Jimin the opportunity. "Go ahead," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Jimin smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Yoongi," he said, turning back to his phone.
As Jimin left, Yoongi felt a sense of despair. He was losing Jimin, piece by piece. The love they had fought so hard to rebuild was slipping through his fingers.
The following days were a blur of loneliness and self-doubt. Yoongi spent his days in the studio, trying to distract himself with work. But even there, the ghost of Jimin and Taehyung haunted him. He was a shadow of his former self, a man lost in a labyrinth of his own making.
Jimin, caught between two worlds, was also struggling. He loved Yoongi deeply, but he was also drawn to the excitement and opportunities that Taehyung offered. He felt guilty, torn between loyalty and ambition.
The once-solid foundation of their relationship was crumbling, and the future looked bleak.