My Heart Healer #yoonminff

Chapter - 13 Just harmless flirting!

Chapter - 13 Just harmless flirting!

That same night, Yoongi found himself once again standing in his balcony, the cold night air wrapping around him like an old, familiar blanket. The city lights glittered below, casting a soft glow that barely reached the shadowed corners of his mind. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl around him before exhaling slowly. This had become a ritual of sorts—a way to clear his head or, more often, drown out the thoughts that refused to be silenced.

But tonight, something was different. Instead of the usual thoughts of loneliness or the weight of his past decisions, his mind kept drifting back to Jimin. He could see the younger man's face so clearly, that bright smile, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief when he flirted. And the incident in the studio today... it was playing over and over in Yoongi's head like a broken record.

He took another drag, staring blankly into the night. Jimin had fallen into his lap, literally. For a moment, Yoongi had been completely thrown off—lost in those wide, expressive eyes that seemed to look right through him, straight into his soul. It had been so unexpected, so... close. And then, Jimin had said those words, so casually, like they were the most natural thing in the world.

"I'm interested in you from the start, and I’m serious about you."

Yoongi shook his head, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. How could anyone be serious about him? He was a mess—an emotional wreck hiding behind layers of indifference and sarcasm. It was just a game to Jimin, wasn’t it? Just harmless flirting. After all, Jimin was naturally friendly, playful, and a little too forward. Maybe it was just his personality to be like that with everyone.

“He’s just joking around,” Yoongi muttered to himself, as if saying it out loud would make it more believable. “There’s no way he’s serious.”

He let out a sigh, the smoke mingling with the cold air as it escaped his lips. Yoongi wasn’t someone people fell in love with. He knew that. He had learned it the hard way. His thoughts wandered back to his ex-boyfriend—someone he had once thought he could build a life with. But that relationship had crumbled, leaving Yoongi with nothing but a bitter taste and a deeper sense of worthlessness.

“He left me because I’m not lovable,” Yoongi whispered into the night, the weight of the words settling heavily in his chest. “If someone who said he loved me couldn’t stay, why would Jimin? He barely knows me.”

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray with a little more force than necessary, feeling the familiar pang of rejection settle in. The more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that Jimin was just playing around. It was easier that way, to assume it was all a joke. That way, Yoongi wouldn’t have to deal with the crushing disappointment when Jimin eventually lost interest.

“But why does it hurt so much?” Yoongi wondered, his heart clenching at the thought. He wanted to believe it didn’t matter—Jimin’s attention, his words, the way he looked at Yoongi like he was someone special. But it did matter, and that scared Yoongi more than anything.

Yoongi leaned against the balcony railing, the cold metal biting into his skin, grounding him in the present moment. He hated how vulnerable he felt, how easily Jimin had managed to slip through the cracks in his carefully constructed walls. And now, here he was, thinking about Jimin when he should be focusing on anything else.

“Get a grip, Yoongi,” he scolded himself, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. “You’re better off alone. You’ve always been better off alone.”

But the thought didn’t bring him the comfort it used to. Instead, it left a hollow ache in his chest that refused to go away. He closed his eyes, trying to push Jimin’s face out of his mind, but it was no use. The memory of that bright smile, the warmth in Jimin’s eyes when he looked at him, was seared into his brain.

Yoongi stayed out on the balcony for a long time, lost in his thoughts. He tried to convince himself that he didn’t care, that Jimin’s flirtations were meaningless. But deep down, he knew he was lying to himself. There was something about Jimin that had gotten under his skin, something that made him want to believe, just for a moment, that maybe he was wrong—that maybe someone could see past his flaws and still want him.

But as the night grew colder and the silence around him deepened, Yoongi’s resolve hardened. He couldn’t afford to let himself hope. Hope was dangerous. Hope was what got him hurt before, and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.

With a heavy heart, Yoongi turned away from the balcony and walked back inside, closing the door behind him. He needed to distance himself from Jimin, to keep things professional. He couldn’t let himself get drawn in, no matter how tempting it was. Because in the end, it would only lead to heartbreak—something Yoongi had already had more than enough of in his life.

As he got ready for bed, Yoongi tried to push Jimin out of his mind, but he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Jimin was different, and that difference scared him. But Yoongi was determined not to let it show. Tomorrow, he would go back to being the same cold, distant person he had always been. It was the only way to protect himself.

But even as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, the image of Jimin’s smiling face lingered in the darkness, a constant reminder of the things Yoongi was trying so hard to deny.

To Be Continued