🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

55.

The next morning, Yoongi woke up with a pounding headache, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in his system. He rubbed his temples, groaning as the events of the previous night remained blurry in his mind. He didn’t remember much—just fragmented flashes of pain and anger. He shook his head, forcing himself to get up and move past whatever had happened.

Meanwhile, in the servant quarters, Jimin was still huddled on the cold floor of his small room, his body aching not just from the night before but from years of accumulated pain and exhaustion. His eyes were swollen from crying, and his hands trembled as he held onto his stomach, whispering softly to the life growing inside him.

Jimin’s thoughts were tangled in the darkness of his reality. He couldn't stop replaying what had happened last night—how Yoongi had come into his room, so drunk and filled with anger, pushing him to the edge. His heart ached at the memory, but even more so, his body shook with fear and the remnants of his panic attack.

He couldn’t forget how Yoongi had looked at him, as if he was nothing more than a memory from the past. And yet, the part that hurt the most was how he had crumbled under the weight of it all. I can’t live like this anymore, he thought to himself, clutching his stomach protectively.

The sun had risen, but Jimin hadn’t slept. His mind was racing, thinking about the child he carried—the child he knew Jack would kill if he found out. The thought of running away had crossed his mind so many times, but now, with the baby, it felt like his only option. But he was trapped, not just by Jack, but by the past that refused to let him go. He had no one to turn to, not even his own family, who had betrayed him long ago.

As Jimin stood up slowly, his legs shaky from the night’s events, he could hear the soft murmur of the mansion coming to life around him. He couldn’t let anyone know what had happened. He had to stay quiet, keep his head down, and survive.

Yoongi, meanwhile, was sitting in his office, nursing a cup of coffee, trying to shake off the lingering fog from the night before. He didn’t remember his visit to Jimin’s room. In fact, he didn’t even remember why he had been so angry. All he could feel was the familiar emptiness that had followed him ever since Jimin had left him for Jack. The thought alone made his stomach churn.

His butler entered the room, interrupting his thoughts. “Sir, the new servant you asked for is doing well,” he said carefully, noticing Yoongi’s distant expression.

Yoongi barely reacted. “Good,” he mumbled, his focus elsewhere. “Let me know if there are any issues.”

As the butler left, Yoongi let out a long sigh, rubbing his face with both hands. He couldn't understand why, even after all these years, Jimin still haunted his every thought. It had been five long years, and still, the pain felt fresh, as if the wounds had never healed.

Back in the servant’s quarters, Jimin pulled himself together, forcing his mind to stay focused on work. His body was sore, his mind clouded with fear and confusion, but he had no choice. He needed the job to survive, even if it meant enduring Yoongi’s cold, harsh treatment.

As the day passed, Yoongi caught glimpses of Jimin around the mansion. Every time their eyes met, Yoongi’s gaze hardened, a flash of old resentment filling his chest. He had forgotten the exact words that had passed between them during the breakup, but he hadn’t forgotten the betrayal, the way Jimin had left him for someone wealthier, more powerful. He couldn’t see past that, and every time he looked at Jimin now, all he could feel was bitterness.

For Jimin, every glance from Yoongi was like a stab in the heart. He wanted to scream, to explain, to tell Yoongi everything—the truth about his family, about Jack, about why he had to leave. But he couldn’t. The fear of Jack finding him, of hurting his unborn child, kept him silent. So, he swallowed his pain and continued to work, pretending that Yoongi’s cold treatment didn’t affect him.