The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over Woonhae, and Jimin found himself restless after another long day at the café. He decided to take a late-night walk to clear his mind, hoping the cool breeze would help him forget about the unresolved feelings that seemed to shadow his every thought.
As he strolled through the quiet streets, he wandered toward the park, a place that had held countless memories for him and Jungkook. It was here they had spent countless afternoons as kids, laughing and dreaming about their futures, unaware of the paths life would take them.
As he approached the small clearing where the old oak tree stood, Jimin stopped dead in his tracks. The soft strumming of a guitar floated through the air, intertwining with the night sounds of crickets and rustling leaves. Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer, hiding behind a nearby bench.
Jungkook was seated on the grass, guitar in hand, surrounded by a small group of friends who were enjoying his impromptu performance. His head bobbed to the rhythm, and his voice rang out, smooth and captivating, filling the night with a warmth that Jimin felt deep in his chest.
For a moment, Jimin was mesmerized. Jungkook's carefree laughter, the way he commanded attention, and the familiar ease of his presence reminded Jimin of everything he missed about their friendship. But it also brought a rush of emotions he wasn't ready to face.
"Let's go! Play that one song!" one of Jungkook's friends called out, and Jimin recognized the tune—a song they used to listen to together, a song filled with memories of summer nights and whispered dreams.
Jimin's heart twisted painfully as he watched Jungkook nod, a playful grin spreading across his face. He began strumming the chords, and as his voice rose into the night, it felt like a call to Jimin's heart.
Jimin felt an overwhelming urge to leave, but something held him in place. He stepped closer, wanting to hear every note, every word, as if they were meant for him alone.
As Jungkook sang, their eyes met briefly, and the world around them faded. Jimin felt exposed, like Jungkook could see right through him, into the depths of his soul. But just as quickly, Jungkook's gaze flickered back to his friends, and Jimin's heart sank.
"Hey, what's wrong?" one of Jungkook's friends asked, noticing Jimin standing a few feet away. "You look like you just saw a ghost!"
Jimin straightened up, embarrassed to have been caught eavesdropping. "I'm just... passing by," he stammered, trying to play it cool.
"Come join us!" Jungkook called out, a hint of surprise in his voice. "We could use some more voices."
"Yeah, come on! We need more audience members," another friend chimed in, laughing.
Jimin hesitated, torn between the comfort of the familiar and the pain of what had been lost. He took a step forward, then another, until he found himself standing beside Jungkook, his heart racing.
"What are you doing here, Jimin?" Jungkook asked, his expression shifting from playful to genuine curiosity.
"Just... needed some air," Jimin replied, avoiding Jungkook's gaze. "Didn't know you were back in town."
"Yeah, I've been here for a bit," Jungkook said, strumming his guitar absentmindedly. "I've missed this place."
Jimin felt a pang of longing in his chest. "You didn't seem to miss it enough to stick around," he said, more harshly than he intended.
Jungkook's smile faltered, and for a moment, the lighthearted atmosphere dimmed. "I had my reasons," he replied quietly. "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me," Jimin shot back, unable to mask the frustration in his voice. "You think I don't know what it's like to leave everything behind?"
Their eyes locked, and the air crackled with tension. Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, the group burst into a new song, breaking the moment.
"Come on, Jimin!" Jungkook urged, his voice a mix of encouragement and challenge. "Sing with us!"
Caught off guard, Jimin hesitated, but he could see the hope in Jungkook's eyes, the same spark that had once drawn them together as friends. With a deep breath, he decided to let go of the tension, even if just for a moment.
As he began to sing alongside Jungkook, the weight of their past felt lighter, as if the music was stitching together the torn pieces of their friendship. The sound blended with laughter and camaraderie, creating a melody that wrapped around them like a warm blanket.
As the night wore on, Jimin felt a sense of freedom wash over him. He and Jungkook exchanged glances filled with unspoken words, a mix of nostalgia and possibility hanging in the air.
But as the final notes faded into the night, the reality of their situation crashed back in. Jimin's heart raced, and the laughter from the group seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in a fragile silence.
"Why did you really come back, Jungkook?" Jimin asked softly, the vulnerability of the moment almost overwhelming.
Jungkook's expression turned serious, and for a heartbeat, it felt like everything hung in the balance. "I wanted to find what I lost," he said finally, his voice low. "And I think... I think that includes you."
Jimin's breath caught in his throat, uncertainty swirling within him. They stood there, suspended in the night, two souls yearning for connection, battling the weight of their shared past.
"Maybe it's time we figure it out," Jimin said, barely above a whisper.
As the moon shone down on them, illuminating their intertwined paths, Jimin knew one thing for certain—this night had changed everything.
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The small town (jikook)
Fanfiction"Long time, no see, Jimin," Jungkook says, smirking as he walks up to the counter. Jimin forces a smile, folding his arms as he leans against the counter. "Heard you were back. Figured I'd run into you sooner or later." Jungkook chuckles. "Did you m...
