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Chapter 31, Jimin

Chapter 31
Jimin

The moment the words left my lips — “Get out, Yoongi” — the room fell silent.
Painful, suffocating silence.

Yoongi stood there for a second, his eyes searching my face, maybe hoping I’d stop him… but I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Because if I said another word, I knew my voice would break — and I didn’t want him to see me crumble again.

When the door finally clicked shut behind him, I felt something inside me collapse.
I pressed my hand to my chest, but the ache only grew sharper, spreading through every corner of me until it hurt to breathe.

My tears came without warning — warm, uncontrollable, unstoppable.
I curled up on the hospital bed, my knees pulled to my chest like a scared child, and buried my face into the pillow to muffle the sound of my sobs.
The faint smell of disinfectant mixed with the scent of the roses he’d brought earlier, now lying crushed on the table — just like my heart.

I wanted to hate him.
God, I wanted to scream at him, to tell him how cruel it was to love someone and still break them.
But even through the pain, I couldn’t stop loving him.

That was the most painful part.

I wiped my tears, but more followed — streaming endlessly down my face. My chest tightened, memories flashing in front of my eyes like cruel, beautiful ghosts.
His laughter.
His warmth.
The way he used to hold me close and whisper my name like it meant something.

But then came the other memories — the ones that never left.
The shouting.
The nights I cried myself to sleep.
The way his coldness made me feel invisible, unwanted, unloved.

Back then… before the accident… before I forgot everything… I had made a promise to myself.
A promise that if I ever got the chance, I’d teach him what it felt like to be broken the way he broke me. I don't want to broke them but want him to understand how I felt.
To make him feel the emptiness he left in me. Not fir revenge but for our future.

And now, sitting in this hospital room — broken again, crying again, alone again — I whispered that promise once more.
“Yoongi,” I breathed through my trembling lips, my voice barely a whisper, “I’ll make you feel what I felt not for revenge but for us.”

Tears blurred my vision as I clutched the bedsheet tightly, my knuckles turning white.
“I know you loved me,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I know you always did… but I just don’t understand why you hurt me. Why you made me feel like I wasn’t enough. Why you destroyed me when I was already giving you everything I had.”

My heart ached for answers — for the truth that he kept locked away behind his eyes.
But I couldn’t keep living like this, drowning between love and pain.
He had to learn what it felt like.
He had to go through everything I went through.

Only then… only then would I be able to forgive him.

I took a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that never seemed to stop.
“I’ll come back to you, Yoongi,” I said softly, my voice trembling in the quiet room. “But not now. Not until you prove that your love isn’t just words. Not until you show me you’re willing to feel the pain I felt.”

The room stayed silent, but it felt heavier than before — as if the walls had heard my promise and sealed it inside them.
I closed my eyes, exhaustion pulling at my body, my soul aching with every breath.