Taste Of Fate|| Yoonmin

||Twenty||

The weight of their silence was suffocating. Yoongi and Jimin were like two ships passing in the night, their paths diverging with each passing day. The fear of losing each other was a constant specter, haunting their every waking moment.
One morning, as Jimin was preparing breakfast, Yoongi entered the kitchen. His eyes were filled with a determination that Jimin hadn't seen in weeks. "We need to talk," he said, his voice steady.
Jimin's heart pounded. He had been dreading this conversation. But he also knew that they couldn't continue like this. "I know," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.
They sat down at the kitchen table, the morning sunlight casting long shadows on their faces. The silence between them was heavy, laden with unspoken words.
"I love you, Jimin," Yoongi began, his voice filled with a vulnerability that surprised even himself. "More than anything in the world."
Jimin's eyes filled with tears. He had longed to hear those words, but they were bittersweet now. "I love you too, Yoongi," he replied, his voice trembling.
They talked for hours, their conversation a painful excavation of their hearts. They laid bare their fears, their regrets, and their hopes. The process was excruciating, but it was also cathartic.
In the end, they made a pact. They would take a break from each other, a chance to find themselves again. It was a painful decision, but they both knew it was necessary.
As Jimin packed a suitcase, his heart heavy with sorrow, Yoongi stood by the door, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and despair. "I'll be here when you're ready to come back," he promised.
Jimin nodded, unable to speak. He turned and walked out the door, leaving behind a piece of his heart. The future was uncertain, but hope, a flicker of it, still remained.

Jimin stood at the airport, a suitcase by his side, the weight of the world seemingly pressing down on his shoulders. The decision to leave, to give them both space, had been agonizing. But it was also a necessary step, a chance to heal and to find clarity.
As the plane took off, Jimin looked out of the window at the city shrinking below him. A part of him wanted to turn back, to run back into Yoongi's arms. But he knew that would be a temporary fix. They both needed time to heal, to rediscover themselves.
Meanwhile, Yoongi was left behind in the empty apartment. The echoes of Jimin's laughter seemed to haunt every corner. The days turned into a blur of loneliness and regret. He spent hours in the kitchen, trying to find solace in the familiar rhythm of cooking, but nothing tasted the same.
Without Jimin, the apartment felt cold and impersonal. Every corner held a memory of their shared life, a constant reminder of what he had lost. The silence was deafening, the loneliness overwhelming.
Nights were the worst. The bed, once a source of comfort, was now a cold and empty expanse. He would lie awake for hours, replaying their arguments, their shared laughter, their silent promises. The fear of losing Jimin was a constant companion, a shadow that never seemed to fade.
In the depths of his despair, Yoongi turned to his music. He poured his heart and soul into his compositions, transforming his pain into raw, emotional melodies. The music became an outlet, a way to process his feelings and find solace in the creative process.

As the days turned into weeks, Yoongi began to realize that this time apart was not just about healing, but also about self-discovery. He was learning to be alone, to rely on himself. It was a painful process, but it was also empowering.