"Hyung," Jungkook began, his voice tinged with concern, "have you tried giving her space? Maybe she just needs time."
"Time for what?" Jimin snapped, running a hand through his hair. "She's never been like this before. She's shutting me out completely."
"Maybe she's dealing with something you don't know about," Jungkook offered gently.
Jimin exhaled heavily, his frustration melting into worry. "I just... I need to know she's okay."
Unable to shake the feeling, Jimin found himself outside YN's house at midnight. The window to her bedroom was slightly ajar, as it always was. With practiced ease, he climbed up and slipped inside.
The room was bathed in moonlight, casting a serene glow on YN's sleeping form. Jimin stood there, torn between waking her and leaving her in peace.
He crouched down , hesitantly reaching out to take her hand. He pressed it to his chest, his heart thudding beneath her touch.
"Can't you feel what I'm feeling?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "Why don't you listen to me, Muffin?"
He stayed like that for a moment, his emotions threatening to spill over. Finally, he let go, brushing a strand of hair from her face before retreating silently.
As the door clicked shut behind him, YN's eyes fluttered open. Her breath hitched as she clutched her chest, her heart racing. She had heard everything.
The days without YN had turned into an endless blur for Jimin. He sat alone in his room, the dim glow of his phone the only light in the space.
Scribbler: "I'm sorry if meeting me made you uncomfortable. You don't have to meet, but please... at least talk to me."
The message hung there, unanswered. No double ticks, no read receipt-nothing.
Jimin stared at the screen until his vision blurred, a lump forming in his throat. He scrolled through their old conversations, his chest tightening with each passing memory. Her laughter, her warmth-they seemed like distant echoes now.
Unable to bear the suffocating silence of his home, Jimin made a decision.
Jimin stood in the living room, his parents watching him with concern.
"I'm going to Jungkook's place for a while," he announced abruptly.
His mother frowned. "Jimin, is everything okay? You've been so quiet these days."
"I just need some time," he said, avoiding her gaze.
Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed his jacket and left. But instead of heading to Jungkook's, he drove to his secluded woodhouse, the one place he felt he could breathe.
The woodhouse was quiet, nestled in the middle of nowhere. It had always been his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the chaos of life. But tonight, it felt empty.
Jimin sat on the couch, staring at the fire he had built in the small fireplace. The crackling flames did little to warm the chill in his chest.
"I made things worse," he thought, burying his face in his hands. "As Jimin and now as Scribbler... I lost her."
He let out a shaky breath, his mind replaying every moment he had shared with YN. Her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy, the comfort she brought to his chaotic world-it all felt like it was slipping away.
Jungkook had been worried when Jimin left so abruptly. Knowing his friend too well, Jungkook decided to track him down. It wasn't hard-he was one of the only people who knew about the woodhouse.
"Hyung!" Jungkook called out as he stepped inside, carrying a bag of snacks and drinks.
Jimin looked up, surprised. "Kookie? What are you doing here?"
Jungkook set the bag on the table, giving him a lopsided grin. "What else? Giving you company. Can't let you brood alone."
Jimin's lips twitched into a faint smile. "You didn't have to."
"Of course I did. You'd waste away otherwise," Jungkook teased, pulling out a game console. "Come on, let's play."
For the next few hours, Jungkook kept Jimin distracted. They played games, ordered food, and talked about everything but YN.
Jimin laughed a few times, the sound surprising even himself. For a moment, he felt like things were okay.
But when night fell and the house grew quiet, the weight returned.
Jungkook had fallen asleep on the bed, snoring softly. Jimin lay beside him, staring at the ceiling.
The smile he had managed earlier was long gone, replaced by a deep ache in his chest. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as memories of YN flooded his mind.
Her smile. Her voice. The way she had once confided in him so easily.
"I ruined everything," he thought bitterly.
He turned onto his side, his back to Jungkook, and curled into himself.
"Why didn't I just leave things as they were? I pushed too hard."
Jimin clenched his fists, his heart aching. He whispered to himself, "I made things worse... I've lost her."
The thought was unbearable, and eventually, exhaustion claimed him.
Jungkook woke up to the sound of birds chirping. He stretched, glancing over to see Jimin still asleep. His friend looked peaceful, but Jungkook knew better.
As he got up to make coffee, Jimin stirred awake.
"Morning," Jungkook said softly, handing him a mug.
Jimin sat up, his eyes puffy from the night before. "Thanks, Kookie."
They sat in silence for a while, sipping their coffee bickering over how to spend their day then the doorbell rang.
The two exchanged a puzzled glance.
"No one knows about this place except you and YN," Jimin said, wiping his hands on a towel.
He opened the door to find
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