🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

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Five years had passed, and Jimin had built walls so high that the world outside felt like a distant memory. His parents celebrated his marriage to Jack as if it were a triumph, never once questioning the bruises that marred Jimin’s skin or the shadows that haunted his eyes. They were proud of the man they thought Jack was, blind to the monster he had become.

Every day in Jack's mansion was a struggle for survival. Jimin had learned to smile through the pain, to laugh at jokes that were never funny. He wore the façade well, but inside, he was a shell, hollowed out by the relentless beatings and the emotional torment that left scars deeper than the visible ones. He felt trapped in a nightmare with no end, as Jack's rage would often erupt over the smallest things, leaving Jimin to bear the brunt of his husband's fury.

Jimin had endured two miscarriages and two abortions in the past five years, each loss tearing away another piece of his already fractured heart. The secret of his suffering was a burden he carried alone, never daring to confide in anyone. He couldn't bear the thought of his parents knowing the truth—that the son they had celebrated was being destroyed by the very man they had championed.

His life felt like a haunting echo of what it once was. Taehyung and Jungkook had moved on, their lives untouched by the tragedy that had befallen him. In their minds, Jimin was just a memory, a lost brother who had chosen a different path. The silence between them was deafening, a void filled with unspoken words and regrets. He missed them—more than he could admit—but reaching out felt like a betrayal of the life he had chosen.

Each night, as he lay in bed, Jimin would put on his headphones and listen to Yoongi’s music. It was the only thing that provided him solace, the melodies wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. Yoongi's lyrics spoke of pain and love, of loss and longing, and every note resonated with the heartache that Jimin felt deep within. It was as if Yoongi was singing just for him, reminding him that he was not alone in his suffering.

Meanwhile, Yoongi had risen to fame, becoming an idol whose name echoed through every corner of the world. But in his pursuit of success, he had become a shadow of the man he once was. The vibrant spark in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by an unsettling quiet. He became known for his serious demeanor and cold expressions, and though fans adored him, they had no idea of the turmoil that churned beneath the surface.

Every time Yoongi performed, he felt Jimin’s presence in the crowd, and it tore at him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing, that a part of him was lost without the one person he had loved more than anyone. The memories of their time together replayed in his mind like a film stuck on repeat—every laugh, every shared secret, every stolen kiss.

In interviews, Yoongi spoke about love, heartbreak, and the complexities of relationships, but the words never rang true for him anymore. His heart still ached for Jimin, and it seemed like every song he wrote was a letter to the boy who had once filled his life with joy. He wished he could reach out, tell Jimin that he was still there, that he had never stopped loving him. But he also feared what had become of Jimin—what had Jack done to him?

As the years dragged on, Jimin continued to endure. Each day was a battle, and although he felt hollow inside, he clung to Yoongi’s music as a lifeline. It was the only thing that reminded him of love, of hope, and of a time when he could still dream of a future.

But the monster that Jack had become only grew stronger, and Jimin often felt as though he was losing the fight. The whispers of despair haunted him at night, and the fear of what tomorrow would bring tightened its grip around his heart. He longed for the day when he could escape, to feel free once again, but the scars of the past were heavy, and the future seemed impossibly dark.

In the stillness of the night, Jimin would close his eyes and picture Yoongi’s face—the way his lips curved into a smile, the warmth of his laughter, the way he made Jimin feel alive. It was this love, buried deep within him, that pushed him to keep fighting. Perhaps one day, they would find each other again, and he could finally escape the nightmare that had become his life.

But for now, all Jimin could do was survive. And each day he woke up, determined to face the monster that had taken everything from him, armed with the strength of the love that still burned in his heart for Yoongi.

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