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The drive home was suffocating. The weight of Jimin’s silence pressed against Hoseok like a storm cloud, threatening to burst at any moment. Jimin’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw set in a tight line. Hoseok, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, could feel the anger radiating off his husband in waves, but he didn’t dare say anything. Not yet.
When they pulled into the driveway, Jimin slammed the brakes, put the car in park, and stepped out without sparing Hoseok a glance. Hoseok hesitated, his fingers fumbling with the seatbelt as he watched Jimin stride toward the house. He finally mustered the courage to follow, his heart pounding with a mix of guilt and frustration.
Jimin held the door open, his glare sharp enough to pierce through steel. “Inside. Now,” he said, his voice cold and commanding.
Hoseok nodded quickly, stepping inside. The door slammed shut behind him, the echo of the sound making him flinch. He turned to face Jimin, the words of explanation already forming on his lips, but Jimin beat him to it.
“Do you like it, Hoseok?” Jimin’s voice was low but venomous, his eyes blazing with barely contained fury.
Hoseok blinked, confused. “What? Do I like what?”
Jimin took a step closer, his gaze never wavering. “The way other men look at you. The way they flirt with you like I’m not standing right there. Do you enjoy it? Do you like the attention?”
“No! Jimin, it’s not like that—”
“Then what is it like?” Jimin snapped, cutting him off. His voice rose with each word, his emotions spilling over. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you don’t give a damn about how it makes me feel. You smile at them, you laugh with them, and I’m just… what? A bystander? The guy you come home to when you’re done entertaining everyone else?”
Hoseok’s eyes filled with tears, his hands trembling at his sides. “That’s not true, Jimin. I wasn’t trying to entertain anyone. I didn’t even notice—”
“That’s the problem, Hoseok!” Jimin’s voice cracked as he threw his hands up in frustration. “You don’t notice. You don’t see how they look at you, how they think they can have you. And you let them! You don’t set boundaries, you don’t push them away—”
“I do push them away!” Hoseok shouted, his own frustration boiling over. “I don’t encourage them, Jimin. I’ve never given anyone a reason to think they could take me away from you.”
Jimin let out a bitter laugh, his eyes narrowing. “And yet, it keeps happening. Do you know how it feels, Hoseok? To watch someone else act like they can replace me? Like I’m not enough for you?”
Hoseok’s chest heaved as he tried to control his emotions. “You’re more than enough for me, Jimin. You’re everything to me. Why can’t you see that?”
“Because I don’t feel like I am!” Jimin’s voice cracked again, the vulnerability behind his anger showing through for just a moment. He stepped closer, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Do you even understand what it’s like to love someone so much that the thought of losing them makes you feel like you’re dying?”
Hoseok’s tears spilled over, his voice breaking. “I do understand, Jimin. Because I feel the same way about you. I love you more than anything, and it hurts to see you like this, to know you don’t believe me.”
Jimin’s eyes softened for a split second, but his anger quickly returned. He stepped back, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t do this right now,” he muttered, his voice quieter but no less intense.
“Jimin, please,” Hoseok pleaded, reaching out to him.
Jimin turned away, his shoulders tense. “Don’t follow me,” he said coldly before walking toward their bedroom.
Hoseok stood frozen, his outstretched hand falling limply to his side as the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut echoed through the house. The weight of Jimin’s words crushed him, and he sank to the floor, burying his face in his hands.
Sobs wracked his body as he cried heavily, his chest heaving with the force of his emotions. He felt lost, helpless, and utterly alone. He didn’t know how to prove to Jimin that he would never leave him, that no one else mattered to him.
The living room grew silent except for the sound of Hoseok’s muffled cries. His heart ached with a pain he couldn’t put into words, and for the first time, he felt like he was losing the one person who meant the most to him.
Jimin sat on the edge of their bed, his head in his hands as he tried to calm the storm raging inside him. He hated seeing Hoseok cry, hated the distance that had grown between them. But his possessiveness, his fear of losing Hoseok, was a fire he couldn’t extinguish.
In the silence of their separate spaces, both of them wondered if they could find a way back to each other—or if the cracks in their love were too deep to mend.
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Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok
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