🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

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Yoongi had always been someone who didn't express his feelings easily, but when it came to Jimin, everything had been different. Jimin was his junoon—his passion, his obsession. Their connection had once been fiery, filled with love and intensity, something Yoongi had never experienced before. But now, that same intensity had twisted into something dark and unbearable.

Yoongi’s mind was a war zone. He tried to forget, tried to convince himself that Jimin had never truly loved him. But it was impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Jimin—the way he smiled, the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, the way he fit perfectly in Yoongi’s arms. But now, all those memories were coated with bitterness, tainted by betrayal.

“Love is pain,” Yoongi muttered under his breath one night, staring at the ceiling of his dark room. He had been drinking again, trying to drown the feelings he couldn’t escape. He had loved Jimin with everything he had, and now, that love felt like a knife twisting in his chest every day.

Meanwhile, Jimin was struggling under the weight of it all. His parents had backed him into a corner, forcing him to choose between his family and the love of his life. And now, the people he cared about most—his brother Jungkook and Yoongi—looked at him with nothing but contempt. The mansion had become a prison for him, and every passing day made it harder to breathe.

The hateful glares from Yoongi, the cold silence from Jungkook—it was suffocating. Every time Jimin entered a room, it felt like all eyes were on him, judging him, blaming him for what had happened. He could feel their anger, their disappointment. He could hear the whispers, the hushed conversations when they thought he wasn’t listening.

Yoongi, who had once looked at Jimin with love and adoration, now couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him. Whenever their paths crossed, Yoongi would mutter bitter words under his breath, loud enough for Jimin to hear but quiet enough to make it seem unintentional.

“Liar.”

“You were never serious.”

“You’re just like the rest of them.”

Each word was like a punch to Jimin’s gut. He tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, tried to convince himself that he was doing the right thing by pushing Yoongi away, but every hateful word cut deeper than the last. And the worst part was that he couldn’t defend himself. He couldn’t tell Yoongi the truth—that he was doing all of this to protect him, that he was lying because he didn’t want his parents to hurt Yoongi.

Jimin had learned to hide his emotions well. Whenever Yoongi threw those cutting words at him, Jimin would force himself to remain cold, indifferent. But when he was alone, the façade would crumble, and he’d break down, sobbing into his pillow, his heart aching with the weight of the lies and the pain.

He hadn’t spoken to Jungkook in days. His own brother refused to even acknowledge him. Jungkook’s anger was palpable, and Jimin didn’t blame him. But it hurt more than anything to know that Jungkook thought he had betrayed Yoongi out of selfishness. In Jungkook’s eyes, Jimin was the enemy.

One evening, after another painful encounter with Yoongi, Jimin found himself sitting alone in his room, staring at the wedding card his parents had given him. His chest tightened as he thought about the future they were forcing on him. Jack was nothing more than a name to him, a face he had seen once. He didn’t care about Jack. He didn’t care about the marriage. All he cared about was Yoongi.

But he had made his choice. Or rather, his choice had been made for him.

Jimin's phone buzzed with a message from his parents, a cold reminder of the upcoming wedding preparations. He clenched his fists, crumpling the card in his hand. The room felt too small, too suffocating. The panic attack hit him hard, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the walls seemed to close in on him. His vision blurred as tears streamed down his face, his body trembling with the weight of it all.

“I can’t do this… I can’t…” Jimin whispered to himself, his voice cracking as he fought to breathe. But he had no choice. He had to protect Yoongi, even if it meant destroying himself in the process.

Meanwhile, Yoongi’s anger simmered. He had seen Jimin earlier, sitting on the couch, lost in thought. He had wanted to scream, to demand answers, but instead, he had walked away, muttering under his breath about how love was nothing but pain. His heart was shattered, and the more he tried to piece it together, the more it fell apart.

Yoongi had thrown himself into work, into distractions, but nothing filled the void Jimin had left behind. Every night, he would stare at the bottle of whiskey on his nightstand, hoping the alcohol would dull the ache, but it never did. The pain was constant, a reminder of the love that had once been so pure but was now drenched in bitterness.

“You never really loved me, did you?” Yoongi had said to Jimin once, during one of their rare confrontations. The hurt in his voice had been palpable, but Jimin had only stood there, expressionless, not daring to show the truth behind his eyes.

“You’re just like everyone else. You used me, and now you’re moving on to someone better,” Yoongi had spat, his voice filled with venom.

Jimin had stayed silent, his heart breaking with every word. He wanted to scream, to tell Yoongi that it wasn’t true, that he still loved him more than anything. But he couldn’t. He had to keep up the lie, for Yoongi’s sake.

But the lies were killing him, slowly but surely. Every day felt like a struggle, a battle to keep his emotions in check while the world around him crumbled. And with each passing day, Yoongi’s hatred for him grew stronger, while Jimin’s heart continued to shatter in silence.

Both of them were trapped in their own pain, unable to find a way back to each other, even though the love still lingered beneath the surface.

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