🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

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Under the cloak of night, Jimin's heart raced as he carefully navigated through the darkened halls of Jack's mansion. The suffocating weight of his reality loomed over him, each step echoing the turmoil in his mind. The news of his pregnancy had sent shockwaves through him, a mixture of fear and dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that Jack would never accept a child, especially one that was a reminder of the love he had taken away. The thought of Jack's violent reactions made Jimin's blood run cold.

As he reached the front door, he hesitated for a moment, the memories of the past five years flooding back. The physical and emotional abuse, the days filled with sorrow, and the nights when he lay awake, hoping for a better life. But the realization that he was pregnant-carrying a piece of Jack-was the last straw. He couldn't let his child suffer the same fate he had endured. He wouldn't allow Jack to take another life.

With a deep breath, he twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping into the cool night air. The stars shone brightly above him, a stark contrast to the darkness he was leaving behind. He locked the door from the outside, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he made his way down the driveway, heart pounding with each step.

Jimin had no clear plan, only a desperate need to escape. He thought of Yoongi, of the love they had shared, and the warmth of his embrace. If anyone could help him, it would be Yoongi. But the memories of their separation weighed heavily on his heart. Would Yoongi even want to see him again? After everything that had happened, would he still care?

As he reached the edge of the property, he glanced back at the mansion, the place that had become a prison. The thought of Jack awakening and realizing he was gone sent chills down his spine. He picked up his pace, knowing that he had to put as much distance between himself and Jack as possible.

As he walked through the quiet streets, a sense of determination surged within him. He was not just running for himself anymore; he was running for his child. The baby growing inside him deserved a chance at life, a chance to be loved and cared for, free from the shadows of Jack's cruelty.

Jimin finally reached a nearby bus station, heart racing as he fished out the few coins he had left. He waited impatiently for the next bus, glancing over his shoulder every few moments, terrified that Jack might come after him. When the bus arrived, he climbed aboard, feeling a mix of fear and relief wash over him.

The journey felt surreal, each passing moment bringing him closer to freedom and yet closer to uncertainty. He stared out the window, watching the world blur by, the lights of the city flickering like stars in the night. Each mile brought him closer to a future he could only dream of.

After what felt like hours, the bus finally arrived at the station nearest to Yoongi's apartment. Jimin stepped off, his legs shaky but his resolve firm.

Jimin stood outside Yoongi's mansion, heart pounding with fear and determination. The reality of his pregnancy weighed heavily on him, and with each passing second, he felt the walls of his former life close in. He took a deep breath, clutching the small bag of clothes and the money he had managed to sneak out with. This was his chance to escape the nightmare that Jack had created.

As he approached the grand entrance, the door swung open, revealing the butler, a stern man with a weathered face. He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised to see Jimin standing there, disheveled and distressed.

"Can I help you?" the butler asked, his tone neutral yet probing.

"Um, I-" Jimin hesitated, his voice shaky. "I'm looking for a job. I can work as a servant. Please, I just need a place to stay."

The butler studied him for a moment, recognizing the desperation in Jimin's eyes. "You want to work here?" he asked, his voice softening slightly. "What's your name?"

"Jimin," he replied, swallowing hard. "I can clean, cook, do whatever you need. I just... I need to get away from my life."

After another pause, the butler sighed and stepped aside. "Very well, Jimin. You can stay, but you'll need to pull your weight. Come in."

Jimin felt a wave of relief wash over him as he stepped inside the mansion. The familiar scents and sights flooded back, reminding him of happier times spent with Yoongi. But he quickly pushed those memories aside; they were too painful now.

The butler led him through the grand halls, pointing out the rooms he would be responsible for. "You can start at night and work in the morning. I'll show you where everything is. Do you have any experience?"

"Yes, I do," Jimin replied, nodding earnestly. The routine of work would help distract him, at least for now. He needed to focus on surviving, on providing for his unborn child.

That next morning, as the sun began to rise, the butler walked into the dining room, where Yoongi was already sitting with his coffee, the morning paper spread out before him. The butler cleared his throat, drawing Yoongi's attention.

"Sir, we have a new servant joining us. His name is Jimin," the butler announced.

"Who?" Yoongi asked, try to listen clear.

"Jimin. He's here to work," the butler repeated.

At that moment, Jimin stepped into the room, his heart racing. When their eyes met, the air grew thick with memories of laughter, love, and moments they had shared, each one crashing over him like a wave. But Jimin quickly pushed those feelings aside, bowing deeply at the waist, a sign of respect for his former lover.

"Good morning, sir. I'm Jimin," he said, his voice steady but distant. "I'm here to work. I can do anything you need. I just need the money."

Yoongi's expression changed as he took in the sight of Jimin-broken and subdued. "You're really going to work here?" His tone was laced with disbelief and hurt, a reflection of the memories that flooded back.

"Yes, sir. I am," Jimin replied, keeping his gaze down. "I'm not rich, I just need this job."

The harshness in Yoongi's voice cut through Jimin like a knife. "So you've decided to be a servant? This is what you want? This down , you can go for money !? "

"Yes, sir," Jimin replied, forcing the words out through the lump in his throat. "I just need to survive."

Yoongi's gaze hardened, and a familiar wall of anger and disappointment began to build. "Fine," he snapped, turning away from Jimin as if he had just been slapped. "I don't need reminders of what I've lost. Just do your job and stay out of my way."

The sting of Yoongi's words was sharp, and Jimin felt his heart shatter all over again. The warmth of their past felt like a cruel joke now, overshadowed by the cold reality of the present.

"Understood," Jimin said quietly, bowing once more before exiting the room, tears threatening to spill over. He hurried out, trying to hide the pain that Yoongi's reaction had caused.

As he walked down the hall, the memories haunted him-days filled with laughter, stolen kisses, and promises of forever. Now, they felt like a distant dream, and Jimin couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever find his way back to that light. But as he focused on his tasks, he understood that he needed to keep his past with Yoongi buried deep, hidden beneath the weight of his present.

And Yoongi, sitting alone in the dining room, couldn't shake the feeling of loss that consumed him. He had never expected to see Jimin again, much less in such a broken state. The sight of Jimin in the mansion brought back a flood of emotions, all swirling into a tumult of anger and regret.

"Why did you come back like this?" he whispered to himself, knowing full well that he would never have the answers he sought.

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