My Heart Healer #yoonminff

Chapter - 23 Why are you so perfect?

Chapter - 23 I’m so sorry, Jimin.

After Taehyung and Jungkook left late that night, Jimin sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen with blurry eyes. The warmth and laughter of his friends had helped ease his heartache, but now that they were gone, the heavy weight of responsibility settled back onto his shoulders. He knew he couldn’t afford to let his emotions get in the way of his work. He had a deadline to meet, and no matter how exhausted he was, he had to push through.

The hours ticked by slowly as Jimin worked, his focus laser-sharp despite the fatigue creeping into his bones. The quiet of the night surrounded him, broken only by the soft clicking of his keyboard and the occasional sigh that escaped his lips. The project required his full attention, and he poured every ounce of energy he had left into making sure it was perfect.

By the time he finished and sent the files off, it was nearly 5:00 a.m. Jimin leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for just a moment to rest them. His body ached, and his mind felt numb from the hours of intense concentration. He knew he needed to sleep, but as he dragged himself to bed, his thoughts drifted back to Yoongi and the events of the previous day.

Yoongi’s sudden outburst at the restaurant still stung. Jimin had been so excited to see J-Hope, someone he looked up to and admired, but Yoongi’s reaction had caught him completely off guard. It wasn’t just the anger that had hurt—it was the fact that Yoongi had left him there, alone and confused. The more Jimin thought about it, the more frustrated and hurt he became. What had he done to deserve that kind of treatment? Was his happiness really so offensive to Yoongi?

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Jimin finally drifted off to sleep, but it was a restless sleep, filled with fragmented dreams and lingering anxieties. When he woke up the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky, and he bolted upright in bed, panic seizing him as he saw the time.

“11 a.m.?! Oh no, I’m late!” Jimin scrambled out of bed, his heart racing. He quickly threw on his clothes, barely taking the time to brush his hair or wash his face. His second job as Yoongi’s assistant required him to be at the studio early, and now he was running behind.

He grabbed his bag and rushed out the door, his mind a chaotic mess as he hurried to Yoongi’s studio. He couldn’t believe he had overslept, but after working all night, it wasn’t surprising. Still, he knew Yoongi wouldn’t be happy about it, and the thought of facing him again after yesterday’s incident made his stomach churn with unease.

When Jimin finally arrived at the studio, he was breathless and disheveled, his heart pounding in his chest. Yoongi was already there, sitting at his desk and working on something, his back turned to the door. Jimin hesitated for a moment before quietly slipping into the room and setting his bag down. He could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as if the previous day’s events were hanging between them like an unspoken barrier.

“Morning,” Jimin muttered, his voice barely audible as he avoided looking directly at Yoongi.

“Morning,” Yoongi replied curtly, not bothering to turn around. His tone was distant, cold even, and it made Jimin’s heart sink. He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, Yoongi would apologize or at least acknowledge what had happened. But instead, there was only this unbearable silence between them.

Jimin busied himself with his usual tasks, organizing files, answering emails, and fetching coffee for Yoongi. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t shake the exhaustion that weighed heavily on him. His eyelids felt like they had lead weights attached to them, and every movement required more effort than usual. The lack of sleep was catching up with him, and the emotional strain wasn’t helping.

Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed to be lost in his own world, focused entirely on his music. He barely acknowledged Jimin’s presence, and the few times they did interact, it was only through short, clipped exchanges. The tension between them was palpable, and Jimin couldn’t help but feel the sting of Yoongi’s indifference.

As the day wore on, Jimin found it harder and harder to stay awake. The studio was warm, and the gentle hum of the equipment created a soothing background noise that lulled him into a drowsy state. By the time evening rolled around, Jimin could barely keep his eyes open. He finished the last of his tasks and sat down on the small couch behind Yoongi’s chair, intending to rest for just a moment.

But as soon as his head hit the cushion, sleep overtook him. His body, worn out from the sleepless night and the emotional turmoil, couldn’t fight it any longer. Within minutes, Jimin was fast asleep, his breathing even and peaceful.

Yoongi, still engrossed in his work, didn’t notice at first. He was fine-tuning a track, adjusting the levels and making sure everything sounded just right. But as the minutes passed, the room grew quieter, and Yoongi finally realized that he hadn’t heard Jimin moving around for a while.

Curious, he swiveled his chair around and was surprised to find Jimin curled up on the couch, sound asleep. For a moment, Yoongi just stared at him, taking in the sight of Jimin’s peaceful face. The lines of stress and worry that had marred his expression earlier were gone, replaced by a serene calm that tugged at Yoongi’s heart.

He got up from his chair and walked over to the couch, crouching down beside Jimin. The dim light of the studio cast soft shadows on Jimin’s face, highlighting the delicate features that Yoongi had grown so fond of. Jimin looked so small, so fragile in that moment, and it made Yoongi’s chest ache with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite name.

As he watched Jimin sleep, memories of the previous day flooded back. He remembered the look of hurt in Jimin’s eyes when he had walked away from him in the restaurant, the way Jimin had tried to hide his disappointment. And now, seeing him like this, exhausted and overworked, Yoongi felt a deep pang of guilt.

“Why are you so perfect, Jimin?” Yoongi whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “Why are you so good to me when I don’t deserve it? I am a jerk that hurts you so many times.”

He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from Jimin’s face. His fingers lingered, tracing the soft curve of Jimin’s cheek. Yoongi’s heart felt heavy with the weight of his own insecurities, his doubts and fears threatening to overwhelm him.

He had never meant to hurt Jimin, but in his struggle to deal with his own emotions, he had pushed Jimin away. And now, seeing him like this, Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder if he was truly worthy of someone as kind and understanding as Jimin.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Jimin.”

But Jimin, lost in his dreams, didn’t hear the apology that Yoongi’s heart was aching to give. And as Yoongi sat there, watching over him, he made a silent promise to himself. He would do better, be better—for Jimin, and for the chance at the happiness they both deserved.

To Be Continued