Chapter - 29

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playιng: [Fallin] - [Isaac Hong]

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Would you let me hold your hand once more,

Would you let me say I'm sorry like before,

Would you forgive and let me back in,

Would you please love me and start again?

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Taehyung and Jimin find themselves sitting in Jimin's cozy living room, surrounded by the quiet hum of morning. Taehyung sits on the couch, staring blankly ahead, his mind swirling with thoughts he can't seem to untangle. Jimin disappears into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a hot cup of coffee for Taehyung. He hands it over, and Taehyung accepts it with a small, grateful smile, though his hands still tremble slightly.

Jimin settles beside him, his expression gentle but filled with concern. He pats Taehyung's head lightly, a comforting gesture that Taehyung has always appreciated. "You know," Jimin begins, letting out a soft sigh, "I knew something was up with you and Jungkook. You two wouldn't have agreed to that whole marriage thing so easily."

Taehyung's grip tightens around the warm cup in his hands, the heat seeping into his skin, grounding him just a little. He stares into the swirling steam, eyes distant. "Back then, all I could think about was how angry and frustrated I was," he admits quietly. "At him, at myself, at everything that happened. I thought... I thought it would be easier to hate him than to admit that I never really stopped caring."

Jimin listens carefully, nodding along, understanding etched in his eyes. "And now that you've realized how you really feel... what are you going to do about it?" Jimin asks gently, watching Taehyung's conflicted expression.

Taehyung sighs deeply, leaning back into the couch, feeling the weight of his uncertainty pressing down on him. "That's just it, Jimin. I don't know what to do," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "All I know is that I still love him. But it doesn't matter because in a year, this... this whole contract will end. And then... he won't be my husband anymore. Just my ex. My temporary husband who still can't stand the sight of me. I don't think he's forgiven me, and maybe he never will. And... I'm scared."

Jimin takes a moment to absorb Taehyung's words, his heart aching for his friend. He reaches out, placing a comforting hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "Taehyung, it's not his hate you should be afraid of," Jimin says softly. "It's his indifference. Hate is still a strong emotion—it means you still matter, you still get under his skin. If you can invoke any emotion in him, even anger or frustration, it means you still influence him in some way."

Taehyung looks up, meeting Jimin's steady gaze, but his eyes are filled with pain. "But it hurts, Jimin," he says, his voice cracking slightly. "It hurts when I look into his eyes and I don't see love there anymore. Not like before. He doesn't look at me the way he used to."

Jimin sighs, squeezing Taehyung's shoulder reassuringly. "Listen carefully to what I'm about to say, okay?"

Taehyung nods, his attention fully on Jimin, seeking the comfort and guidance he so desperately needs.

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