My Heart Healer #yoonminff

Chapter - 21 Alone and Heartbroken!

Chapter - 21 Alone and Heartbroken!

Jimin sat in silence for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. His chest felt tight, his heart aching as he replayed Yoongi’s words in his mind. He didn’t understand why Yoongi had reacted so strongly, why he had been so angry about J-Hope.

He felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, but he blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. He didn’t want to cry, not here, not in public. But the hurt was there, deep and painful, and he couldn’t ignore it.

Jimin glanced around the restaurant, feeling the stares of the other patrons who had witnessed the scene. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly alone. Yoongi had left him, walked out without an explanation, and now he was left to pick up the pieces.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to take deep breaths. “It’s okay, Jimin. You’ll be fine,” he whispered to himself, trying to gather the strength to stand up and leave. But the weight of Yoongi’s words still hung heavily over him, making it hard to move.

Why had Yoongi said those things? Why had he been so adamant about not getting involved with celebrities? Jimin couldn’t make sense of it, couldn’t understand why Yoongi had reacted with such anger. It wasn’t like him, not the Yoongi he knew.

As Jimin finally managed to stand up, his legs feeling shaky, he caught a glimpse of J-Hope at the far end of the restaurant. He was surrounded by fans, smiling and waving as they took pictures with him. Jimin’s heart ached even more at the sight—here was the person he had admired for so long, and yet Yoongi had made him feel guilty for it.

Jimin left the restaurant, the cold air hitting him as soon as he stepped outside. He felt numb, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and pain. The excitement he had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a deep sadness that he couldn’t shake.

He walked aimlessly for a while, not sure where he was going or what he should do. The streets were busy with people, but Jimin felt utterly alone. His thoughts kept circling back to Yoongi, to the way he had looked when he left, to the anger in his voice.

Was it something Jimin had done? Had he said something wrong? He didn’t know, and that uncertainty made everything worse. All he wanted was to be close to Yoongi, to understand him, to make him happy. But now he felt like he had pushed Yoongi away, and the thought of that broke his heart.

Finally, Jimin stopped at a bench and sat down, burying his face in his hands. He let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to fix this. All he knew was that he didn’t want to lose Yoongi.

“I just wanted to be with you,” Jimin whispered to himself, his voice trembling. “Why is that so hard?”

But there was no one to answer his question, and the silence that followed only made him feel more alone.

Jimin sat on the cold bench, staring blankly at the bustling street in front of him. The world around him seemed to move in slow motion as his thoughts spiraled deeper into the confusion and sadness that Yoongi’s abrupt departure had left behind. The hurt in his chest felt heavy, like a weight he couldn’t lift. No matter how much he tried to understand, he couldn’t figure out why Yoongi had reacted the way he did. All he knew was that Yoongi had left him alone, and that hurt more than he wanted to admit.

As he sat there, lost in thought, his phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket, pulling him out of his reverie. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, before pulling the phone out to see who was calling. The screen displayed the name of his graphic design manager, and Jimin’s heart skipped a beat as he remembered the deadline for the project he was working on.

“Oh no,” he whispered, realizing how much time had passed since he last worked on the project. Panic began to set in as he quickly answered the call.

“Hello? Jimin, where are you?” the manager’s voice sounded urgent on the other end. “The deadline is in a few hours, and we haven’t received the final designs yet. Are you okay?”

Jimin’s heart raced as he scrambled to find the words. “I-I’m sorry, I just lost track of time. I’ll send them as soon as possible. I’m on my way home now.”

“Please hurry, Jimin. We’re counting on you,” the manager said before hanging up.

Jimin stood up from the bench, his legs feeling weak beneath him. The reality of the situation hit him hard—he had to get home and finish his work. But as he started walking, a deep sense of dread filled him. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and the thought of working on the project felt overwhelming. Yet, he had no choice. He couldn’t let his team down, not after everything they had been through.

He hurried down the street, weaving through the crowd as fast as he could. His thoughts were a whirlwind of panic and regret. How could he have let this happen? He had been so caught up in everything with Yoongi that he’d completely forgotten about his responsibilities.

By the time he reached his apartment, his heart was pounding, and he was out of breath. He fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking as he unlocked the door and rushed inside. The familiar sight of his workspace brought a sense of relief, but it was quickly overshadowed by the anxiety gnawing at him.

Without wasting any time, Jimin dropped his bag and immediately sat down at his desk, turning on his computer. He opened the project files, his eyes scanning the screen as he tried to focus. But the words and images blurred together, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. He shook his head, trying to push aside the thoughts of Yoongi, but they clung to him like a shadow.

“Come on, Jimin, you can do this,” he muttered to himself, taking a deep breath. He forced himself to concentrate, his fingers moving over the keyboard as he began working on the final touches of the graphic designs.

To Be Continued