🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

44.

The days dragged on, and the sangeet loomed ever closer, casting a shadow over the mansion. Jimin felt like he was living in a nightmare, each moment filled with the weight of his choices. As the date approached, the air grew thicker with tension, and the bright decorations and cheerful music felt like a cruel joke against his pain.

Jimin spent his days in a haze, going through the motions while inside he was crumbling. He put on a brave face for his family and friends, participating in the elaborate preparations, but his heart was heavy. Each time he caught sight of Yoongi, a wave of guilt crashed over him, but he couldn’t break the silence that lay between them. It was safer this way, even if it hurt.

The night of the sangeet arrived, and the mansion was transformed into a vibrant celebration of color and music. Guests arrived in droves, laughter and excitement filling the air. Jimin stood at the entrance, dressed in a striking red suit that hugged his figure, his heart racing with anxiety. He felt like a puppet on strings, performing for an audience while feeling utterly lost within himself.

As the evening progressed, Jimin forced himself to dance and smile, trying to blend in with the joyous atmosphere. But every cheer felt like a dagger in his heart, reminding him of his impending marriage to Jack. He glanced around, spotting Taehyung and Jungkook, who were trying their best to appear happy, but Jimin could see the shadows of anger and disgust in their eyes.

When Jack finally appeared, a triumphant smile plastered on his face, Jimin’s heart sank. Jack approached him, and the smirk that twisted his lips made Jimin’s stomach churn. “Ready for a night of fun, Jimin?” he taunted, leaning in too close for comfort.

“Leave me alone,” Jimin replied, trying to push past him, but Jack grabbed his arm tightly, pulling him back. “You’re the star of the show tonight. Can’t have you running off before the main event, can we?”

Jimin felt trapped, anger and fear boiling inside him. But he couldn’t draw attention to himself; he needed to keep the façade intact. Just then, the music shifted, and the lights dimmed, signaling the start of a dance performance.

“Let’s show everyone what a beautiful couple we make,” Jack said, dragging Jimin onto the dance floor despite his protests. Jimin’s heart raced as he reluctantly joined the other dancers, feeling Jack’s presence hovering too closely behind him.

The music pulsed through him, and Jimin fought to concentrate, his movements becoming mechanical as he forced himself to smile. But every spin, every twirl felt like a betrayal, a reminder of the love he had lost with Yoongi.

In the crowd, Yoongi stood at the edge, nursing a drink. He watched as Jack’s hands roamed too freely on Jimin’s waist, hips and on thigh ,  possessive grips that ignited a fire of rage within him. He wanted to storm the dance floor, to confront Jack, but he was paralyzed by his own heartache and jealousy. The sight of Jimin’s forced smile only twisted the knife deeper.

“Look at him,” Yoongi muttered to himself, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “a person who can give his body to anybody.” The bitterness tasted foul on his tongue. He had to remind himself that Jimin had chosen this path, had chosen Jack over him.

The dance ended, and Jimin managed to slip away, desperate for air. He hurried to the balcony, where the cool night breeze hit him like a wave of relief. He closed his eyes, letting the tears spill over as he tried to find some semblance of peace.

“Why is this happening?” Jimin whispered to himself, his heart racing. “I didn’t ask for this…” The sound of footsteps drew his attention, and he quickly wiped his eyes.

The weight of despair hung heavy on him as he leaned against the railing, feeling as if the world was closing in. He felt alone in his suffering, his heart shattered into pieces that he couldn’t show to anyone. The laughter inside the mansion echoed mockingly, a reminder of the joy he could never attain.

As the night wore on, he caught glimpses of Taehyung and Jungkook, their faces tight with concern , but Jimin didn’t want their pity. He couldn’t bear to show them how broken he was. He couldn’t reveal the truth that was eating him alive.

“Jimin!” Jack called out again, his voice laced with annoyance. Jimin took a deep breath, forced his expression back into a smile, and returned to the festivities, drowning out the turmoil inside.

But as the hours passed, each cheer and every dance felt like a deeper betrayal, a betrayal not only to Yoongi but to himself. He was slipping away, trapped in a life that felt increasingly suffocating, one that he couldn’t escape.

As the night came to a close, Jimin found himself standing alone in a corner, watching the couples dance and laugh, feeling more isolated than ever. The reality of what awaited him the next day bore down on him like a crushing weight. The walls of the mansion felt like they were closing in, and he wanted nothing more than to scream, to let the world know how much pain he was in.

Yet, as he stood there, he could hear Jungkook's voice cutting through the air, icy and full of disdain. “ he’s happy, look , dancing with a person , he bearly know , my Hyung was a body gaver , I never knew it .” Jimin clenched his fists, fighting back the urge to cry. How could he explain that he was only pretending? He is not a prostitute, that he will give his body to anyone walking ..

Each word felt like a dagger, cutting deeper into the wound. Jimin turned away, biting back his tears, not wanting to show anyone how deeply their words affected him. He knew that no one understood the truth behind his decision, that no one could grasp the pain of the promises he had made to protect Yoongi, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.

Jimin stumbled back to the dimly lit area, feeling utterly broken and alone. No one could see the storm raging inside him. No one would ever know how much he was suffering. He had built these walls around his heart, and now they felt impenetrable, isolating him in his own despair.

With every heartbeat, he felt the distance grow between him and the people he loved. He was suffocating under the weight of their expectations, their beliefs, and the painful truth he had to hide. As he stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks, he realized that he was truly, utterly alone.

Tomorrow, he would walk down that aisle, wearing a smile for the world to see, while inside, he would be crying for the love he was leaving behind.

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