🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

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In the days that followed, a cold sense of dread seemed to settle over Jimin, casting a dark shadow that even the warmth of Yoongi’s presence couldn’t fully dispel. Jimin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, that a threat was looming just beyond the safety of the mansion’s walls. Every sound, every footstep in the distance, sent a chill down his spine.

He tried to distract himself by focusing on the present—being with Yoongi, spending time with his friends Jin, Namjoon, and J-Hope—but the fear gnawed at him relentlessly. Even when he was surrounded by people who cared for him, a hollow ache of anxiety persisted, a gnawing feeling that Jack was somewhere, closing in.

One morning, as Jimin was sipping tea in the garden, the wind carried a strange, unsettling whisper. He froze, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched his cup. The trees rustled, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw a shadow flicker in the distance. His heart began to race uncontrollably. He stood up abruptly, looking around, but there was no one there. His mind was playing tricks on him—or was it?

The fear followed him everywhere. At night, he would wake up drenched in sweat, his heart pounding as if he had just escaped a nightmare. But no matter how much he tried to push it away, Jack’s voice echoed in his thoughts—dark, twisted, possessive. The memories of Jack’s assaults haunted him, and even though he had left that life behind, he couldn’t escape the terror Jack had embedded deep in his soul.

One evening, after dinner, Yoongi noticed the shift in Jimin’s demeanor. His usually vibrant eyes were clouded with fear, and his once confident posture was now withdrawn and tense. Yoongi reached out, gently touching Jimin’s hand.

“What’s going on, Jimin? You seem... different. Scared.” Yoongi’s voice was soft, but there was an underlying concern that made Jimin’s heart ache.

Jimin swallowed hard, struggling to find the words. He didn’t want to burden Yoongi with his fears, but the weight was too heavy to carry alone. “I... I think he’s looking for me,” Jimin whispered, his voice shaky. “Jack. I feel like he’s close.”

Yoongi’s face hardened, his protective instincts kicking in immediately. “He’s not getting anywhere near you. You’re safe here, Jimin. I won’t let him hurt you again.”

Jimin nodded, but even Yoongi’s reassurance couldn’t quiet the storm of fear swirling inside him. “I don’t know if he’s found me yet, but I can feel it. It’s like... he’s always watching. Always waiting.”

That night, as Jimin lay beside Yoongi in bed, he couldn’t sleep. Every creak of the house, every gust of wind against the window, made his body tense. He clung to Yoongi’s warmth, his head resting against Yoongi’s chest, trying to drown out the intrusive thoughts. But deep down, he knew Jack wouldn’t stop. Jack would come for him—sooner or later.

The next day, as Jimin walked through the garden, trying to clear his mind, he stumbled upon something that made his blood run cold. A single red rose, fresh and eerily perfect, lay on the path ahead of him. His breath hitched in his throat, and his knees weakened. It was just like the roses Jack used to give him after each time he forced Jimin to stay silent about the abuse—an apology wrapped in cruelty.

Jimin knelt down, his trembling fingers reaching for the rose, but he recoiled before touching it. A wave of nausea washed over him. This couldn’t be a coincidence. It was a message, a warning.

He turned and ran back inside, his heart hammering in his chest. He found Yoongi in the living room with his friends, and the moment he entered, they could tell something was wrong. His face was pale, and his body shook with fear.

“Yoongi,” Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible. “He’s here. Jack... he’s close.”

Yoongi stood up immediately, his eyes flashing with determination. “What happened? Did you see him?”