You Were My Love

Scene 117 - Fragrance

Hello <3

Hmm...

I actually dropped somewhere in the chapter the title of the next story I've started writing and will publish once this one has ended ...

Hope you all are having a peaceful and happy life, and that you feel trusted, cherished, and worth all the gold in the world - because you totally do!

In case somebody didn't tell you today,  you are precious, and you are beautiful the way you are.

Sending love!

Laety_KC

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Also small WARNING : some swear words and some angst

                       

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Jimin never alluded to those ugly messages when he was with Hae Wong.

Whether the older one knew of not, Jimin didn't really want to mind.

He didn't want to be selfish, or self-centered.

Hae Wong had to deal with a storm and Jimin wanted to be here for his man through good AND bad times.

They had promised.

HE had promised.

The beautiful ring on his finger a daily reminder of how beautiful things could be.

Of how much they loved each other.

And of the words that had been said.

It took some time for Tae's anger and frustration to subside, but eventually – and Yoongi's careful attention no doubt helped on this – one day, the student called and they shared chats and moments like they hadn't quarreled at all.

Like they had never stopped meeting and talking for weeks at all.

Except at one point Tae apologized.

For leaving his best friend to face complex and not that easy issues on his own.

For not being understanding enough.

For judging instead of accepting his personal decisions.

Well, for not being that much of a best friend after all...

All Tae's words.

But Jimin would have none of that.

He'd rather have his friend be true and honest and get a little hurt in the process, rather than getting some fake love from him, and having him lie about his true thoughts and opinions.

Things weren't that bad anyway.

There were calm days too.

They gave Jimin the illusion that everything was OK.

He lived with the feeling that it was alright.

When the fact that nothing went wrong in any manner hid the usual tensions, and made him forget that things, a better, more peaceful, less lonely, love-filled life, was possible – maybe.

Those uneventful days lured his hopes into thinking that their relationship could get OK, if not better or simply good.

That treacherous lull lured him into believing that things could go well.