🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

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The morning of Jimin’s wedding arrived, but it felt like a funeral to him. He woke up on the cold floor, stiff and sore, his head throbbing and his hand bandaged messily with a torn piece of cloth. The room was still a mess, glass scattered across the floor, the mirror cracked—like his reflection. His heart felt as shattered as the mirror, reflecting nothing but pain.

Jimin dragged himself to the bathroom, his face pale, eyes swollen from a night spent crying. He stood in front of the broken mirror, staring at the ghost of the person he used to be. The person who laughed, who loved, who had dreams for the future. Now, all he could see was emptiness. He splashed water on his face, but it did nothing to wash away the sorrow that clung to him.

The house was alive with people bustling about, excited for the big day, but Jimin felt none of it. He moved through the motions as if in a trance, letting the makeup artists and stylists do their work, painting a version of him that looked happy, that looked like someone who was ready to get married.

He sat in silence as they fixed his hair, his mind far away, still trapped in the pain of the night before. He could hear the voices outside his room, the guests gathering, the excitement building. His family, friends, and even Jack, were preparing for a day of celebration.

But inside, Jimin was dying.

Yoongi hadn’t come home. That much he knew. He hadn’t expected him to. Yoongi had probably heard about the wedding, maybe even seen Jimin’s name in the tabloids, plastered next to Jack's smiling face. The thought made Jimin sick to his stomach. He was marrying a man he didn’t love—a man he despised, all to protect the one he truly loved. And Yoongi… Yoongi thought he had chosen this life.

The guilt weighed on him like chains, binding him to this decision, dragging him down. He couldn’t breathe, but he couldn’t stop either. The wedding had to happen. His parents had made that clear. If he didn’t marry Jack, they would destroy Yoongi’s life. And Jimin couldn’t live with that. He would rather destroy himself than let anything happen to Yoongi.

The final preparations were done, and Jimin was left alone in his room for a moment. He stood in front of the mirror, now wearing the heavy white suit chosen for the ceremony. It was beautiful, adorned with intricate designs that glittered in the morning light, but it felt like a prison. The fabric clung to him, suffocating, and the weight of it made his heart sink further into despair.

He stared at himself, the perfect groom, the perfect mask of happiness. But inside, he was screaming.

Downstairs, the guests had started to gather in the hall where the ceremony would take place. Taehyung and Jungkook were there, both dressed impeccably, standing quietly to the side. Jungkook had barely spoken a word since the night before. The sound of Jimin’s cries still haunted him, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach him. Part of him was still angry, still holding onto the hurt that Jimin had caused by breaking Yoongi’s heart.

Taehyung, on the other hand, couldn’t stop glancing at the stairs, half-expecting Jimin to walk down any second. He had hoped, prayed even, that Jimin would change his mind—that he would run, that someone would save him. But deep down, Taehyung knew that Jimin wouldn’t. He knew that Jimin had accepted his fate, even if it was slowly killing him inside.

The music started, a soft melody drifting through the hall, signaling the start of the ceremony. Guests turned their heads toward the grand staircase, waiting for the groom to appear. Jack stood at the front, a wide grin plastered on his face, confidence oozing from him as he watched the proceedings unfold. He was ready to claim his prize, ready to take what he believed was rightfully his.

Jimin stood at the top of the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. His legs felt weak, and his vision blurred as tears threatened to spill over once again. But he blinked them away, forcing himself to take the first step. His feet moved as if they didn’t belong to him, carrying him down the staircase, closer to the life he didn’t want, closer to the man he didn’t love.