Jimin's heart clenched at her words, but he didn't let go."I was trying to protect you, Muffin," Jimin said, his voice tight with regret. "But I see now that all I did was push you away. I should've been honest with you from the beginning. You deserve that, and I'm sorry."
She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face, trying to read him. "Jimin... if you really wanted to protect me, then why didn't you trust me enough to tell me everything? Why did you think I couldn't handle the truth?"
His eyes darkened with guilt. "I didn't think you could handle it because it was too much... I didn't want to drag you into my mess. I thought you'd leave me, and I couldn't bear it. But now, I realize that I was wrong. I should've trusted you more."
She pulled away slightly, wiping away the stray tears from her eyes. "Jimin... I need to leave," she said quietly, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "I have to go home."
Jimin's grip tightened on her hand, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Why do you want to go home? We're happy here, aren't we? Why now?"
YN took a deep breath, her eyes downcast as she spoke. "I have to take care of a few things."
Jimin, still holding onto her, shook his head in frustration. "You can take care of it from here. You're not going anywhere, Muffin. I'm not letting you leave."
YN looked at him, her eyes filled with sadness and resignation. "I can't take care of it from here, Jimin. I have to leave."
Jimin's confusion turned into frustration. "What work do you have? Why now, when everything's finally starting to make sense?"
YN hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "I have to do shopping."
Jimin stared at her for a moment, trying to process her words. "I can take you anywhere, Muffin. We can go shopping. What do you need right now?"
YN took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes with a sense of finality. "My wedding shopping."
Jimin froze, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. "Wedding? What wedding?"
"Yes," YN replied, her voice barely above a whisper, a sad smile crossing her face.
Jimin's heart sank. "My mother made you do this, didn't she?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and disbelief.
YN nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yes."
Jimin's face contorted with anger. He stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth in the room, trying to control the storm of emotions inside him. "I can't believe this," he muttered to himself before grabbing his phone and dialing his mother's number, his frustration reaching its peak.
YN reached out to him, her voice calm but firm. " Jimin."
Jimin, ignoring her, pressed the phone to his ear. "I need to talk to her," he said through clenched teeth. "Don't come into this."
The phone rang, and when his mother answered, Jimin didn't waste any time.
"How much longer are you going to do this?" he demanded, his voice filled with anger. "Why are you forcing YN to marry?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, his mother clearly taken aback by his sudden outburst. "Jimin, I-"
"No," Jimin interrupted, his voice rising. "I love her, Mom. I fucking love her. I want her in my life, and I can't stand this pressure you've been putting on me since I was a kid. I've tried to endure it. I've done everything you asked me to do, but not anymore. I'm not going to let you dictate my life anymore. I'm going to do whatever it takes to be with her, and I'm not going to leave her."
He didn't wait for her response. Without hearing anything from his mother, he ended the call, his chest heaving with emotion.
He turned to YN, who stood there watching him, her expression unreadable. "You're not getting married. Not to anyone. Not now, not ever," he said with determination, stepping toward her.
YN's lips parted as if to protest, but the words caught in her throat. "B-but... I love him," she stammered, the tears threatening to fall again.
Jimin's heart dropped. "Wh... what?" His voice cracked as he turned to face her. "You love whom?"
YN's eyes filled with tears, and she nodded slowly, her voice barely a whisper. "I love him. I want to marry him."
Jimin felt his heart shatter as the realization hit him. He reached out to her, cupping her shoulders in his hands, his face filled with desperation. "Tell me who he is. I'll fucking kill him. Tell me his name!"
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