🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

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The years wore on, and as the seasons changed, so did Jimin’s internal landscape. He had become an expert at concealing his pain, crafting a mask that allowed him to navigate the world without drawing too much attention. Each morning began with the same ritual: he would stand in front of the mirror, running his fingers over the bruises that marred his skin, reminding himself that he was still alive. With a shaky breath, he would then put on his facade—a bright smile that belied the darkness within.

Jack had become more unpredictable over the years, his moods swinging violently from sweet affection to vicious rage. On the days when he was kind, Jimin felt a flicker of hope, a moment where he could almost convince himself that things would change. But the kindness was always short-lived, followed by waves of anger that would crash over him like a tsunami. Each time Jack struck, it was a reminder of how little control Jimin had over his own life.

In the rare moments of solitude, Jimin would find himself lost in thought, reflecting on his life before everything changed. He could still vividly recall the warmth of Yoongi’s touch, the laughter they shared, and the dreams they had built together. It was a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost, a stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality of his current existence. And even though he had promised himself he would never forget, the memories often felt like daggers in his heart, causing fresh wounds with each remembrance.

One particularly bleak night, after a brutal confrontation with Jack, Jimin lay curled up on the bathroom floor, his body shaking with silent sobs. The pain coursed through him, both physical and emotional, intertwining into a singular agony that felt unbearable. He reached for his phone, hesitating as he scrolled through the photos of his life before Jack. There were pictures of him and Yoongi, carefree and happy, their faces lit up with joy and love.

But with a heavy heart, he swiped past those images. He couldn’t dwell on the past; it was too painful. Instead, he clicked on a playlist filled with Yoongi’s songs, seeking comfort in the melodies that had once felt like a warm embrace. As the first notes began to play, tears streamed down his face. Each lyric resonated with his pain, encapsulating everything he felt yet couldn’t express.

Meanwhile, miles away, Yoongi was pouring his heart into his music, feeling the ache of separation in every chord he played. The spotlight had brought him success, but it had also deepened his loneliness. He found himself seeking solace in the same songs that once echoed Jimin’s laughter, each note a reminder of the love he still held for him. The tours and performances filled his schedule, yet the emptiness never truly left him.

In a recent interview, when asked about love, Yoongi had looked away, his heart heavy. “Love can be both beautiful and painful,” he had replied, his voice quiet but steady. “It can lift you to the highest heights and drag you to the darkest depths.” He had tried to articulate his feelings, but the words always felt inadequate. The truth was that he was still in love with Jimin, but the space between them felt like an unbridgeable chasm.

As the days turned into months, Jimin endured. He tried to make peace with his circumstances, reminding himself that survival was a form of strength. But the isolation was suffocating. He ached for Taehyung and Jungkook, wishing he could reach out and share his pain with someone who would understand. The bond they had shared felt like a distant memory, eclipsed by the overwhelming darkness that had enveloped him.

Yet, in moments of weakness, he would allow himself to dream of a different life. One where he could be free from Jack, free to love and be loved in return. And in those dreams, Yoongi would be there, holding his hand, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion.

But those dreams were fleeting, often shattered by the harsh reality of his situation. Jack's laughter echoed through the mansion, a reminder that the monster was always lurking, always waiting for an opportunity to strike. Jimin felt trapped in a cycle of despair, unable to break free from the chains that bound him.

One fateful night, after yet another violent encounter with Jack, Jimin sat alone in the dark, his heart heavy with hopelessness. The silence around him was deafening, filled only by the sound of his racing thoughts. As he closed his eyes, he pictured Yoongi’s face once more, a beacon of light in the darkness. He wished he could turn back time, to a moment before everything had changed, to a time when love was the only thing that mattered.

But now, all he could do was endure. He clung to the hope that one day, things would change. That perhaps the love he and Yoongi once shared could be reignited. It was a fragile hope, but it was enough to keep him going.

Meanwhile, Yoongi’s heart ached with every passing day. He felt Jimin's absence like a gaping wound in his chest. As he prepared for another performance, he took a moment to glance at the photos of their past. The memories flooded back, each one more painful than the last. He knew that Jimin was suffering, and the thought of him in pain drove Yoongi to write even more deeply emotive songs.

He poured his heart into his music, crafting lyrics that spoke of longing, heartbreak, and resilience. The words flowed from him like a river, each line a testament to the love that refused to die. But no matter how much he channeled his pain into his art, the emptiness remained.

With every concert, he sang to the crowd, but in his heart, he was always singing to Jimin. Each performance felt like a message in a bottle, sent out into the universe in hopes that somehow, someday, Jimin would hear him.

As Jimin lay on the cold bathroom floor, he realized that he had to make a choice. He couldn’t continue living like this, trapped in a nightmare with no end in sight. The love he held for Yoongi was still alive, a flickering flame in the darkness, and he had to find a way to keep it burning.

That night, as he closed his eyes, he made a vow to himself: he would fight for his freedom, for his life, and for the love that still lingered in his heart. No longer would he allow Jack to control him. No longer would he let the pain dictate his existence. He had to believe that there was a way out—that he could find a path back to Yoongi and reclaim the happiness that had once been his.

With that resolve, Jimin began to dream again, not just of a better life, but of a love that could heal the wounds that had long gone untreated. It was a long and arduous journey ahead, but for the first time in years, he felt a glimmer of hope. And in that hope, he found the strength to fight, not just for himself, but for the love that had once brought him so much joy.

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