🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

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The night of Jimin's wedding was suffocating. The mansion was quiet now, but the echoes of laughter and celebration from earlier still lingered in the halls, haunting him as he sat alone in the bedroom. The room was filled with flowers and decorations, mocking reminders of a marriage that was nothing but a lie.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed. his hands trembling as he stared at the floor. The weight of the day had crushed him entirely, leaving him numb and hollow. His mind raced with memories of Yoongi, of the life they could've had if things had been different. But now. everything was broken, and there was no going back.

The door creaked open, and Jimin's body tensed, Jack stumbled in, drunk and unsteady, a twisted grin on his face. The smell of alcohol clung to him, thick and overpowering.

"Well, look at you, all dressed up and waiting for me. Jack slurred. his voice thick with arrogance and entitlement. He staggered towards Jimin. the sound of his heavy footsteps making Jimin's heart pound in his chest.

Jimin didn't move, He couldn't. His entire body was frozen in fear and disgust. He felt like a prisoner in his own skin, trapped in this nightmare with no escape.

Jack reached out, grabbing Jimin's arm roughly and pulling him to his feet. "It's time to consummate our marriage. don't you think?" he sneered, his eyes dark with lust and cruelty.

Jimin's breath hitched, and he tried to pull away, but Jack's grip tightened, his fingers digging painfully into Jimin's arm,

"Let me go. Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible, but Jack only laughed.

"Don't be stupid." Jack growled, yanking Jimin closer. "You're mine now. You said your vows, remember? You belong to me."

Panic surged through Jimin as Jack's hands roamed his body, rough and forceful. He tried to push him away, but Jack was stronger, his drunken state making him even more aggressive.

Tears welled up in Jimin's eyes as Jack shoved him onto the bed, his hands fumbling with Jimin's clothes. The weight of Jack's body on top of him made it hard to breathe, and Jimin's chest tightened in terror.

"No, please..." Jimin choked out. his voice trembling, but Jack didn't listen. He didn't care. Jimin's mind went blank as Jack forced himself on him, the pain and humiliation overwhelming every part of his being. He couldn't fight back. He couldn't scream. All he could do was lie there, tears streaming down his face, as Jack took what he wanted. The room was silent, save for Jack's drunken grunts , groans and the soft sound of Jimin's quiet sobs. Time seemed to stretch on forever, each second a torment that Jimin thought would never end.

When it was finally over, Jack rolled off Jimin, his body heavy with drunken exhaustion, He passed out almost immediately. snoring loudly beside Jimin, who lay there in shock, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Jimin's chest ached with a pain so deep he couldn't even describe it. His hands clutched the bedsheets. his knuckles white, as silent tears continued to fall. He felt dirty. violated, broken beyond repair.

He didn't move for hours, too numb to even try. His mind was a haze of pain and regret, replaying everything that had led him to this moment. The threats, the lies, the choices that had destroyed him.

And now, he was trapped. Forever. Jimin turned his head slightly.

staring at the sleeping form of Jack beside him, the man who had
taken everything from him. The man he was forced to call his husband.

But even as the despair consumed him. Jimin knew one thing for certain he would never belong to Jack. Not truly. Mot in his heart.

Because his heart was still with Yoongi.

It always would be.

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The morning light filtered into the room, harsh and unforgiving. Jimin stirred slightly, his body aching from the roughness of the previous night. Every movement sent a wave of pain through him, a cruel reminder of what had been done to him. His limbs felt heavy, bruised, and broken in ways that went far beyond the physical.

He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes. The weight of disgust clung to him like a second skin, suffocating him. His own body felt foreign, tainted. He tried to breathe, but the shame, the revulsion, it filled his lungs, making it hard to even exist in his own skin.

Jimin didn’t know how long he lay there, curled in on himself, trying to make sense of the nightmare that had become his life. But no matter how hard he tried, there was no escape from the sickening reality. He could still feel Jack’s hands on him, the way he’d claimed him without any care, like he was nothing more than an object to be used.

The door to the room creaked open, and Jimin flinched. He pulled the sheets tighter around himself, shielding his body from the world. But it was just one of the staff, delivering breakfast, offering cheerful congratulations on his marriage before leaving. Jimin felt bile rise in his throat. There was nothing to celebrate.

Downstairs, his parents were buzzing with happiness, oblivious to the truth. They smiled, laughing with the guests who had stayed over, talking about how beautiful the wedding had been. Jimin could hear their voices drifting up through the halls, each word a knife cutting into him deeper.

"Jimin will be so happy with Jack," his mother said, her voice filled with pride. His father agreed, talking about how perfect this union was for the family. They had no idea the price Jimin had paid. Or maybe they did, and just didn’t care.

But worse than his parents’ ignorance was the cold distance from Jungkook and Taehyung. His own brother, who had once been his protector, now couldn’t even look at him without disgust. Jimin could feel it, the way Jungkook’s eyes avoided his at the sangeet, the way his once kind expression had turned to something bitter and distant. Taehyung, too, had pulled away, no longer offering even the smallest comfort.

They thought he had chosen this. They thought he was happy with Jack.

Jimin had tried to speak, to explain, but the words never came. The threat to Yoongi’s life hung over him like a noose. And now, even if he wanted to, it was too late. His silence had sealed his fate.

Jimin felt the tears spill over, silent and relentless, as he lay there in the empty room. No one would come for him. Not Jungkook. Not Taehyung. And definitely not Yoongi.

Yoongi hadn’t come to the mansion at all.

The thought of Yoongi made Jimin’s heart clench painfully. He had betrayed him in the worst way. He had pushed him away, lied to his face, and now Yoongi was probably drowning his sorrow somewhere, hating him for what he believed Jimin had done.

Jimin imagined Yoongi sitting alone at some bar, his heart shattered, believing that Jimin had chosen Jack. That Jimin had wanted this life, this marriage.

The agony of it all was too much to bear.

Jimin’s body shook with silent sobs, each one ripping through him like a tidal wave. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t keep pretending, keep surviving this torment. But what choice did he have? He was trapped, with no one to turn to, no one who cared to understand the hell he was living.

His entire world had crumbled around him, and now all that was left was the wreckage. A life he didn’t want. A marriage that suffocated him. A body that no longer felt like his own.

Jimin curled up tighter on the bed, wishing he could disappear. He didn’t deserve to feel anything anymore. Not love. Not peace. All he deserved was this emptiness, this never-ending pain.

Outside the room, the world went on. His parents laughed. His brother scowled. And Yoongi… Yoongi was gone, out of reach, forever.

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