Taste Of Fate|| Yoonmin

||Twenty Seven||

The room was enveloped in an awkward silence, a heavy weight hanging in the air. No one knew what to say, their words trapped in their throats, a silent plea for understanding. 

Jimin stood at his balcony, his gaze fixed on the bustling city below. It was easier to look away, to avoid the intensity of Yoongi's gaze.

Once, Yoongi's eyes had been his world, a universe of endless possibilities. Now, they felt like a foreign territory, a place he was afraid to explore. The passage of time had wrought significant changes, and Jimin found himself struggling to navigate this new reality.

 He wanted to talk to Yoongi, to pour out his heart, to share the pain and loneliness he had endured. But words failed him, trapped in his throat like a prisoner yearning for freedom. To avoid the confrontation, he sought solace in the distant cityscape.

The city lights twinkled below, a distant spectacle that offered a momentary distraction. But Jimin's mind was consumed by thoughts of Yoongi, the man who had once been his everything.

 He missed the warmth of Yoongi's touch, the comforting sound of his laughter, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief. The two years apart had been a torturous journey, a constant ache in his heart.

A soft sigh escaped Jimin's lips as he leaned against the balcony railing. He closed his eyes, allowing the cool night breeze to wash over him. In his mind, he replayed the moments they had shared, the laughter, the tears, the love. 

It was a bittersweet memory, a reminder of what they had lost.

A shadow fell over Jimin, and he opened his eyes to find Yoongi standing beside him. The moonlight bathed Yoongi's face in a soft glow, casting long shadows that danced across his features. Jimin's heart skipped a beat. 

He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed Yoongi's approach.

The silence between them was palpable, a heavy weight hanging in the air. Jimin's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and fear. He wanted to say something, to break the ice, but words failed him.

Yoongi's gaze was fixed on the city below, his expression a mask of indifference. But Jimin could sense the turmoil within him, the silent battle raging beneath the surface. He knew that Yoongi was struggling just as much as he was.

Finally, Jimin found his voice. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his voice barely a whisper. It was a feeble attempt at conversation, a way to break the tension.

Yoongi nodded, his gaze still fixed on the city lights. "Yeah," he replied, his voice equally soft.

The silence returned, but this time, it felt less oppressive. Jimin took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that was about to unfold. He knew that it was time to face the truth, to confront the demons that had haunted them for so long.

"Yoongi..." Jimin began, his voice barely a whisper. He hesitated, his courage faltering. "Who is she?" He didn't dare look at Yoongi, his gaze fixed on the distant cityscape. He knew that if he met Yoongi's eyes, he would crumble.

"She's someone close to my heart," Yoongi replied, his voice a calm, unwavering tone. His words, however, were like a dagger piercing Jimin's heart. The woman who had become so close to Yoongi in just two years, the woman for whom he had seemingly forgotten his promises, was a constant reminder of his loss.

The words hung heavy in the air, a silent accusation that echoed Jimin's unspoken thoughts. He had always believed in Yoongi, had trusted him with his heart. But now, that trust was shattered, replaced by a bitter sense of betrayal.

"How could you?" Jimin asked, his voice trembling. He couldn't believe that Yoongi, the man he had loved so deeply, could have done this.

Yoongi remained silent, his gaze fixed on the city below. The silence was a deafening roar, a testament to the depth of the chasm that had grown between them.

Jimin's heart ached with pain. He had been so hopeful, so convinced that they could find their way back to each other. But now, he realized that the damage was irreparable. Yoongi had chosen a different path, a path that excluded him.

Tears welled up in Jimin's eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He would not show weakness, not in front of Yoongi. He would face this pain, this betrayal, with dignity.

"I understand," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. It was a lie, a desperate attempt to maintain his composure. He didn't understand at all. He was lost, confused, and heartbroken.

Yoongi turned to face Jimin, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. He wanted to reach out, to comfort him, to apologize. But the fear of rejection held him back, a ghost haunting the corridors of his mind.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely audible. It was a half-hearted apology, a feeble attempt to ease Jimin's pain.

Jimin's heart sank. He had hoped for so much more, for a genuine apology, for a glimmer of hope. But Yoongi's words were like a cold wind, extinguishing the last embers of his hope.

"It's too late," Jimin replied, his voice filled with a bitter resignation. He turned away, his heart heavy with sorrow. But before he could take a step, strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him back. A pair of lips pressed against his, silencing his words, a passionate force that swept him away.

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