🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

48.

Jimin stood in front of the grand entrance of his family mansion, feeling the weight of the past few days crushing him. His wedding night had come and gone, but the torment lingered in every fiber of his being. The night had been a blur of pain, disgust, and fear, emotions swirling through him like a storm. He felt dirty, tainted, and the thought of going to Jack’s mansion now, to the place that would become his new home, made him want to vomit.

Taehyung and Jungkook stood a few steps away, watching Jimin pack his things into the car. They had both been cold and distant since the wedding, unable to hide their disgust, unable to understand what Jimin was going through. They hadn’t spoken much since the ceremony, only exchanging empty pleasantries that felt like knives twisting in Jimin’s chest.

Jungkook’s gaze was hard, unreadable, but the disappointment was evident. He didn’t try to hide it. Taehyung, too, looked conflicted—torn between wanting to console Jimin and feeling betrayed by his choices. But they didn’t know. They didn’t know the real reason Jimin had gone through with it. And Jimin would never tell them. He couldn’t.

As Jimin placed the last of his bags into the car, Taehyung finally spoke, his voice quiet but heavy with emotion.

"Are you sure about this, Jimin? You don’t have to go. You don’t have to leave."

Jimin swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he forced himself to meet Taehyung’s eyes. "I have to. There’s no other choice." His voice was hollow, barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words was undeniable.

Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "There’s always a choice. You just didn’t want to make the right one."

Jimin flinched at his brother’s harsh tone, the guilt eating away at him. He wanted to scream, to tell them everything, but the words wouldn’t come. He couldn’t risk Yoongi’s life. Not after what his parents had threatened.

"Goodbye," Jimin whispered, turning his back on them before they could say anything else. He couldn’t handle their judgment. He couldn’t handle the pain in their eyes. With each step toward the car, his heart broke a little more, but he forced himself to move forward. This was his reality now. A life of misery with Jack, a life where no one would ever know the truth.

As the car door closed behind him, Jimin glanced out of the window one last time. Taehyung and Jungkook stood frozen, watching as the car pulled away. Neither of them moved. Neither of them tried to stop him. And that hurt more than anything.

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Meanwhile, Yoongi sat in his small apartment, staring blankly at the wall. His suitcase was packed, the flight to London booked, but his heart wasn’t in it. He had been drinking for hours, trying to numb the pain, but it wasn’t working. Nothing was working.

He had watched Jimin marry Jack, had seen the love of his life slip away from him without explanation. The image of Jimin in that red suit, looking so lost, so broken, was burned into Yoongi’s mind. But he couldn’t forget the way Jimin had smiled for Jack in sangeet , the way he had kissed him in haldi as if Yoongi had never existed.

It made Yoongi sick to his stomach. He wanted to hate Jimin for choosing Jack, for abandoning what they had shared. But every time he tried to summon anger, all he felt was an overwhelming sense of loss. Jimin had been his everything, and now, he was gone.

Yoongi picked up the glass of whiskey beside him, his hands shaking as he brought it to his lips. The alcohol burned, but it did nothing to dull the ache in his chest. He should have fought harder. He should have demanded answers. But instead, he had let Jimin go, believing that maybe, just maybe, Jimin had wanted this.

But deep down, Yoongi knew something was wrong. He could see it in Jimin’s eyes, in the way his smile never quite reached his face. There was a sadness there, a desperation, but Jimin hadn’t said a word. He had kept his secrets, and now Yoongi was left with nothing but questions and an empty heart.

As the clock ticked closer to his flight time, Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch, letting the memories of London flood his mind. It was supposed to be their place. The city where they had become something more than friends, where they had built a life together, even if only for a short time.

Now, Yoongi was returning alone, and the thought of walking those same streets without Jimin beside him made his chest tighten with grief. He didn’t know why he had booked the flight. Maybe he was running away from the pain, or maybe he was trying to find some kind of closure. But Yoongi knew that no matter where he went, the memories of Jimin would follow him.

He stood up, grabbing his coat and suitcase, and headed for the door. London awaited him, but it would never be the same without Jimin. Nothing would ever be the same again.

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