Faking It..... A J.HS FF

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒...

Y/n POV

I stirred, memories of Hoseok's betrayal still seared in my mind. "Hoseok...why did you leave me?" The whispered words still lingered, a painful reminder.

I glanced at Yoongi, his concerned expression a stark contrast to Hoseok's deceitful smile. But it didn't matter. My decision was made. No matter how genuine Yoongi's love was, I couldn't afford another betrayal. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine.

I'd opened up to Yoongi, shared my vulnerabilities. But that was as far as it went. My heart was sealed, locked away from love. The day I saw Hoseok kissing Jiyeon, my capacity to love had died.

I couldn't give Yoongi the love he deserved. The love he gave me so freely. Unconditionally. I couldn't reciprocate. And that was unfair to him. But I couldn't risk it. I wouldn't fall in love again. Not with Yoongi. Not with anyone.

My heart was numb. Protected. And it would stay that way. No matter how much Yoongi loved me. No matter how much I cared for him. I wouldn't fall. I wouldn't love. Ever again.

I knew Yoongi waited patiently, hoping I'd change my mind. But I couldn't. I wouldn't betray myself again. I'd built walls around my heart, and they would stay intact. Yoongi deserved better than a loveless relationship, but I couldn't give him what he wanted.

As I lay there, Yoongi's gentle breathing beside me, I steeled myself. I'd maintain this distance, no matter how hard it got. For my own survival. For my own protection. My heart would remain frozen, locked away from love forever.

Yoongi's gentle touch on my shoulder brought me back to reality. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." But he saw right through me. His eyes narrowed, searching for the truth.

I avoided his gaze, knowing I couldn't hide the pain. Not from him. Not from myself. We lay in silence, the tension between us palpable. Yoongi's hand still rested on my shoulder, a comforting weight. But I knew I had to push him away. For his own good. For mine.

"Yoongi?" I whispered. "Yeah?" he replied, his voice soft. "I appreciate everything you've done for me." His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep understanding. "But?" he prompted, sensing the unspoken words.

"I think we should just focus on friendship," I said, the words stinging. Yoongi's expression faltered. He knew what I was doing. Pushing him away. Protecting myself. I saw the pain in his eyes, the unspoken questions.

"Okay," he said finally, his voice laced with resignation. But his eyes told a different story. A story of unspoken words. Unrequited love. Unfulfilled hopes. I knew I'd hurt him. But I couldn't risk more. Not now. Not ever.

As we settled into an awkward silence, I realized this was just the beginning. Of a long, painful goodbye. Yoongi's hand slipped off my shoulder, leaving a chill in its wake. I knew I'd made my choice. And now, I had to live with it.

The silence between us grew thicker, heavier. I couldn't bear to look at Yoongi, couldn't face the disappointment in his eyes. But I knew I'd made the right decision. For myself. For my heart. I wouldn't risk another betrayal. Another heartbreak.

I somehow managed to look at him, and my heart sank. Yoongi's eyes, once bright and full of hope, now seemed dull and sad. The pain in his gaze was palpable, and I knew I'd caused it.

Without thinking, I cupped his face in my hands, my thumbs tracing the contours of his cheeks. "Yoongi, look at me," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His eyes met mine, and I saw the depth of his emotions. The love, the longing, the disappointment.

"I know this isn't what you want to hear," I began, my voice soft. "But I need you to understand. I'm broken, Yoongi. Hoseok's betrayal shattered me. I'm still picking up the pieces."