My Heart Healer #yoonminff

Chapter 3: A Glimpse of Hope

Chapter 3: A Glimpse of Hope

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the city as Jimin returned home from work. He was a graphic designer at one of the top companies in Seoul, a job that not only paid well but also allowed him to indulge in his creative passions. Jimin was content with his career—he loved what he did, and it gave him the financial freedom to live comfortably.

Jimin lived alone in his apartment, which was just two buildings away from Yoongi’s. It was a cozy space, perfect for someone like him who enjoyed a mix of quiet evenings and the occasional burst of energy that came from having friends over. As he entered his apartment, he couldn’t help but glance in the direction of Yoongi’s building, wondering what the older man was doing at that moment.

Jimin sighed as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag by the door. His thoughts were still consumed by Yoongi, even after the somewhat cold encounter that morning. Despite Yoongi’s standoffishness, there was something about him that drew Jimin in—something that made him want to dig deeper and understand the man behind the guarded exterior.

After a quick shower, Jimin changed into comfortable clothes and headed to the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner. As he chopped vegetables, his mind wandered back to the conversation he’d had with Taehyung and Jungkook earlier that day. He was grateful for their support, and he knew Jungkook would come through with whatever information he could find about Yoongi.

“Just be patient, Jimin,” he muttered to himself as he stirred the contents of the pot on the stove. “You’ll get to know him better soon enough.”

With dinner ready, Jimin sat down at his small dining table, his apartment bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. He ate slowly, his thoughts drifting back to Yoongi’s face—the way his eyes seemed to hold so much pain, the way his voice had sounded when he said he didn’t talk to strangers.

There was a mystery there, and Jimin was determined to unravel it.

After dinner, Jimin decided to take a walk. It was a habit of his, something he liked to do to clear his mind. As he stepped out of his building, he found himself unconsciously walking in the direction of Yoongi’s apartment. He didn’t plan to go up to his door or anything—just being near where Yoongi lived made him feel a strange sense of comfort.

As he walked past the building, he glanced up, half-expecting to see Yoongi standing on the balcony. But the balcony was empty, and the lights in Yoongi’s apartment were off.

“He must be out,” Jimin thought, feeling a slight pang of disappointment.

He continued his walk, his mind a swirl of emotions. Despite the slow start, something deep inside told him that this was just the beginning of his journey with Yoongi. And whatever challenges lay ahead, Jimin was ready to face them.

Next day had been long, with a slew of deadlines keeping Jimin busier than usual at work. As a graphic designer, his days often oscillated between bursts of creativity and periods of intense focus, but today had been particularly taxing. The hours dragged on, and by late afternoon, Jimin was ready for the day to end.

Just as he was putting the final touches on a client’s project, his phone buzzed on the desk beside him. Glancing at the screen, Jimin saw that it was Jungkook calling. He smiled, welcoming the distraction, and picked up the call.

“Hey, Kookie,” Jimin greeted, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his tired eyes. “What’s up?”

“Jimin-ah,” Jungkook’s voice was unusually serious on the other end, immediately catching Jimin’s attention. “I need to talk to you. Can you come over to my place tonight?”

Jimin straightened up, the tone in Jungkook’s voice wiping away any traces of fatigue. “Sure, I can come over. What’s going on? You sound… intense.”

There was a pause, and Jimin could almost hear Jungkook debating with himself before responding. “It’s about Yoongi. I found out some things about him, but I can’t tell you over the phone. You need to hear this in person.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Yoongi’s name. “Yoongi? What did you find out? Is it something wrong?”

“Just… come over, Jimin,” Jungkook insisted, his voice low. “I promise I’ll tell you everything, but I really think it’s better if we talk face-to-face. It’s important.”

Jimin felt a shiver of unease crawl up his spine. He had been eager to learn more about Yoongi.

“Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Jimin agreed,

“Good,” Jungkook replied, his voice softening slightly. “And Jimin, don’t worry too much until you get here, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”

Jimin nodded, even though Jungkook couldn’t see him. “Thanks, Kookie. I’ll see you soon.”

With that, Jimin ended the call, staring down at his phone for a moment as the weight of the conversation settled over him. What could Jungkook have possibly found out about Yoongi he was curious to know about that... Because now he got to know something about Yoongi.

The evening sun dipped low in the sky as Jimin sat at his desk, tapping his fingers impatiently. The day at work had dragged on endlessly, and all he could think about was the call he received earlier from Jungkook. He was dying to know what Jungkook had uncovered about Yoongi, but the younger man had been frustratingly cryptic.

As the clock finally hit six, Jimin wasted no time in packing up his things and heading out the door. The walk to Jungkook and Taehyung’s apartment was short, but his mind raced with anticipation. He had so many questions, and he hoped Jungkook had answers.

When Jimin arrived at their building, he took the stairs two at a time, eager to get there as quickly as possible. As he reached the door of their apartment, he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself before knocking. But before he could knock, the door swung open on its own.

Jimin blinked in surprise, stepping inside cautiously. "Hello? Kookie? Tae?"

He was greeted by the unmistakable sound of giggling, followed by a low murmur of voices. Jimin walked further into the apartment, and when he turned the corner into the living room, he froze in place.

There, in the middle of the living area, were Taehyung and Jungkook—completely wrapped up in each other. Jungkook’s arms were around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him close, while Taehyung had his hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair. The two were so lost in their own little world that they hadn’t even noticed Jimin standing there, slack-jawed.

Jimin’s eyes widened, and he instinctively covered his face with his hands. "Oh my god!" he yelled, squeezing his eyes shut. "Can you two stop being all over each other for just one second?!"

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To Be Continued

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