My Sunshine❤️||Sope FF|| Min Yoongi|| Jung Hoseok|| one shot||

14

???: What? Really?

In my anger and frustration, I spoke out, unable to contain myself.

Yoongi: Yeah, Joon, I was just as shocked when I saw her at his house.

Joon: But why is she here? In South Korea?

Yoongi: I don’t know either. But I just want her to stay away from Vedu.

Joon: Yes, especially now, when she’s still recovering.

Yoongi: I’m terrified, Joon. Ever since Vedu saw her, all she talks about is wanting to meet her again.

Joon: But I don’t understand. Why did Hobi say she’s, his girlfriend?

Yoongi: Well, he knows about Vedu’s condition. He must’ve said that to protect her, to keep her identity away from Vedu.

We were talking on the phone, with Vedu asleep inside room. I stood on the balcony, trying to clear my mind when suddenly I heard her scream. The sound made my blood run cold. My heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, I rushed inside to check on her.
What I saw froze me in place—her face drenched in sweat, her body trembling as she struck her head repeatedly, mumbling incoherently.

Panicked, I sprinted to her side and grabbed her hand, stopping her from hurting herself. I pulled her into a tight embrace, trying to calm her as she pushed me away in distress, clutching my shirt with desperate strength.

Vedu: No… don’t go, don’t leave me, please…

I held her even tighter, trying to reassure her, but she kept pushing me away.

Yoongi: No, love, I’m not leaving you. Don’t think that. I won’t leave you…

I tried to soothe her, but then I felt her body go limp in my arms, her weight suddenly too much. I realized she had fainted. My heart raced as I quickly lifted her into my arms, cradling her like a bride, and rushed her to the hospital before her condition could worsen.

FLASHBACK

I let out a deep sigh, and my heart sank as I tried to process what I had just heard. How could I have let this happen? The cause of all this pain… it’s me. How could I have been so blind? How did I not see the love she had for him? How could I have done this to her? The guilt is overwhelming, suffocating even, and the weight of it presses on my chest so hard that I can barely breathe. My tears fall without end, and I feel paralyzed, unable to move, as if the very air around me is too thick to inhale.

I lie there on my bed, staring into nothingness. I can’t face her—how could I? How could I stand before her knowing what I’ve done? I’m so confused, so lost. I keep whispering to myself, Amma, I need you. What should I do? She must think I’ve stolen Yoongi from her, but I haven’t. I would never. I want to let go, I know I should. But how can I? How can I walk away from the one I love so deeply, someone who means the world to me?

My heart trembles as I place my hand over it, torn between the love I feel for him and the loyalty & love I owe to her. This is an impossible situation. I feel numb—my entire body feels hollow, like a part of me has been ripped away. There’s a void, and I can’t fill it. I pick up my phone and open my gallery, searching for a moment to hold on to, a memory that might offer me some comfort. I see the photo from my engagement with Yoongi, and the tears fall harder. *I love you so much, Yoongi. *

But as I swipe through the pictures, suddenly, there’s a photo of me and YN—one of the moments when we were so happy, so carefree. The love we shared is so evident in our smiles, in the way we held each other. It was a time when nothing could tear us apart. How could I break her heart? How could I destroy her happiness for the sake of my own? She deserves so much more than this.

I realize now, with unbearable clarity, that I have to make a sacrifice. I’m older; I should be the one to let go. I cannot steal her happiness, not when she needs it so much. Yoongi and I… we have to end it. As much as it tears me apart, I know this is the right thing to do.

I’m so sorry for breaking my promise. Tomorrow, I will sit down with YN, and I will explain everything. I’ll clear the air, tell her everything, and then I’ll let go of Yoongi, as painful as it will be.

I have to do this, even if it means breaking my heart in the process. I have to make things right.

Time skip

I stood there, on the brink of doing something I knew I had to, but the fear was almost overwhelming. I was outside her room, heart pounding, hands trembling. I had to speak to her—tell her that Yoongi would be hers, that I would step aside. The weight of it all pressed down on me, but I had to be strong. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and knocked on the door. I waited, breath held, but there was no response. I knocked again, this time more insistently. Still nothing. The silence stretched on, suffocating. I couldn’t wait any longer.

With my heart racing, I turned the doorknob, pushing the door open. I stepped inside, only to find the room... empty. She wasn’t there. Panic surged through me as I glanced around, my mind racing to make sense of it. Maybe she was in the bathroom? I hurried over, knocking lightly before opening the door—nothing. No one.

Fear gripped me, cold and suffocating. I turned to leave, ready to flee from the uncertainty that churned in my chest. But something caught my eye—a piece of paper on the table. Instinctively, I walked toward it, drawn to it like a magnet, my hands unsteady as I picked it up.

As I unfolded the paper, my hands shook even harder. I read the words, and the world around me seemed to come to a sudden, crushing halt. My knees gave way beneath me, the paper slipping from my grasp as I collapsed onto the floor. A hollow emptiness spread through my body, draining the strength from my limbs. Tears—unbidden, uncontrollable—flooded my eyes, streaming down my face in relentless waves.

I was broken. In that moment, every ounce of hope, every shred of certainty, slipped away, leaving me hollow and trembling. In that moment, a sudden darkness enveloped my vision, and everything around me seemed to come to a standstill, as if time itself had frozen.

After some time, as I regained my senses, I slowly opened my eyes, holding onto the hope that perhaps what had just occurred was a dream, and I would find myself back in the safety of my bed. But as my vision cleared, I looked around, only to realize I was in an unfamiliar place. I wondered if it might be a hospital.

Then, I felt a gentle yet firm grip on my hand. I looked down and saw him holding it softly but with just enough pressure to ensure I wouldn’t pull away. His head rested beside our hands; his face turned toward mine. I noticed the dried tears on his cheeks and the deep concern etched on his face, even as his eyes remained closed. I didn’t want to disturb his rest, knowing he must have stayed awake all this time because of me.

Then, the crushing realization hit me like a wave: I had lost her. The letter, her feelings, and the reason she left—it was all because of me. The pain of this truth became unbearable, and it surged from within me, flooding my eyes with tears, as if an ocean had broken loose.

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