All day, Jimin ignored Yoongi.
It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t by accident.
Every time Yoongi tried to talk to him, Jimin would walk away. If Yoongi looked at him, Jimin would lower his gaze. During meals, during conversations—no matter what the situation was, Jimin refused to acknowledge him.
And the worst part?
Yoongi didn’t know why.
He had done nothing wrong, had he?
They were fine just last night—so why?
His chest ached with every unanswered question. The more Jimin ignored him, the heavier the weight on his heart became.
It was frustrating.
It hurt.
He didn’t understand what had changed.
The others noticed too.
Even though it had only been two days, everyone could see how close Jimin and Yoongi had become. There was something different about them—something deeper. It was in their eyes, in the way they moved around each other, in the unspoken connection that seemed to pull them together.
But now… it was like there was a wall between them.
And no one understood why.
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Night fell.
Dinner was quiet.
Too quiet.
The usual laughter and conversations were missing. The warmth that filled the air before was gone.
Yoongi barely ate, and Jimin was no better. His hands trembled slightly as he held his spoon, pushing the food around his plate without taking a bite.
Every now and then, Yoongi’s gaze would flicker toward Jimin, silently begging him to look back.
But Jimin never did.
It was suffocating.
By the time dinner was over, everyone retreated to their rooms.
The house felt colder.
Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, his knees pulled close to his chest. His room was dark, but the faint glow from the moon outside cast soft shadows across the walls.
His heart felt heavy, his mind a mess.
Everything replayed in his head.
The way he ignored Yoongi.
The way Yoongi looked at him, confused, hurt.
The sadness in his eyes.
Jimin pressed his face into his hands. His chest ached. He felt like crying all over again.
He wanted to apologize. He wanted to turn back time.
But he couldn’t.
Because deep down, there was something stopping him.
Something he didn’t fully understand yet.
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Silence.
Then—
A sound.
Soft. Melodic. Hauntingly beautiful.
Piano.
Jimin lifted his head, his breath catching in his throat.
It wasn’t just music. It wasn’t just random notes being played.
It was pain.
Raw, aching pain.
Jimin could feel it, could hear the sorrow pouring out of every key pressed.
Without thinking, he stood up.
The music called to him, pulling him in like a magnet.
Slowly, he stepped out of his room, his bare feet silent against the wooden floor.
The air felt different. He didn’t know if it was colder or if the weight in his chest made it feel that way.
The hallway stretched before him, dimly lit by the faint glow of the moon filtering through the windows. The shadows flickered across the walls as he walked.
His heartbeat matched the rhythm of the melody.
He didn’t know where he was going.
But something deep inside told him to keep moving.
His fingers brushed against the walls as he turned a corner, the music growing louder, clearer.
The sadness in the notes wrapped around his heart, squeezing tight.
His tears hadn’t stopped rolling since he left his room.
Yet, he wasn’t scared.
Because that music—
It was comforting.
It was calming.
It was familiar.
Finally, he reached a room.
The door was slightly open, and the music poured out from inside.
Jimin hesitated.
His hand hovered over the handle, his heart pounding.
Slowly, he pushed the door open.
His breath hitched.
There was no one there.
Yet, the piano played on.
Jimin’s eyes traced the empty space in front of the piano bench.
There was no one sitting there.
But the keys moved on their own.
It should have scared him.
But it didn’t.
Instead, his eyes softened.
His chest ached for a different reason now.
Because deep down, somehow, he knew—
This pain… this sorrow… it belonged to...
Tears welled up in his eyes once more. He wiped them away quickly, his throat tightening.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
"Stop it, Yoongi!"
The music stopped instantly.
Silence.
Heavy. Unsettling.
Jimin’s voice echoed in the room, his breathing uneven.
His fingers curled into fists.
He knew Yoongi was there.
Even if he couldn’t see him, he knew.
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